Every once and a while, I will think about myself and things that I do or have done that cause my family to think I am so weird, or I am so cool. Alot of times, David will call me a "spy", just because it is so weird. So, I thought it would be fun to share a few of those things. Ha.
1. As a child, I didn't eat syrup on my pancakes. It made it soggy. When I was little, maybe around 4 or 5, my Sunday school teachers made pancakes in Sunday school. The teacher made me eat them with syrup. I was mad. I think it made me cry.
2. I tend to hang on the traumatic things about my childhood. And then proceed to use them as excuses when I am seeming to go crazy. Ok, I don't use them as excuse. But, for some weird reason, I hang on to them.
3. I eat syrup on my pancakes now. Too much. Especially with chocolate chip pancakes. My waistline is proof.
4. As a child, I also didn't eat milk on my cereal. You know, the soggy thing. I began eating it with milk in college. On a trip. To Poland. And for whatever reason, lack of bowls in the dorm where we stayed or something, I used a glass. Cereal, in a glass, with milk, eaten with a spoon.
5. To this day, I still eat cereal, in a glass, with milk, and a spoon.
6. David says I make annoying slurping noises when I eat cereal. I try to avoid him when I do it.
7. When I fill a muffin tin with muffin cup liners, I count them. I can't help it. There are twelve every time.
8. That makes me sound Type A. I am not. By any stretch.
9. One of my dearest friends enjoys organizing her folders every January for the new year. She color codes her clothes. I think that there is something wrong with her.
10. I eat and write with my left hand. I use scissors, bat, throw a football with my right hand. Actually, I can throw a football equally well with both hands. Now, you may be thinking equally well means nothing, but suffice it to say, David was impressed
11. I bungee jumped in college. I charged it on my parents credit card, then called them later and told them about it. :) On the way home from bungee jumping, we walked under the bridge across the Tombigbee River. Remember my post about being fearful of heights? Yeah, something changed with childbirth.
12. Speaking of children, my foot grew a 1/2 size with each child.
13. Back to the childhood trauma thing- I am not a cat person. Kitty, my mom's and aunt's cat, did not like the fact that I overtook her queenly roll in the family. It was so bad that I remember being told often to not look her in the eyes. I did. Once. Under the kitchen table. Her claws met my face. Too this day, even kitten's claws make me nervous.
14. I love dogs. I love this dog, on most days. Except when he wants to play keep away with the socks.
That is all. For today.