A Quirky Meme

Shelly tagged me on a double posting for this meme. And then I forgot. Which is why it's good that I save these posts so I can find them later and whack myself upside the head. We're supposed to blog about 5 of our quirky habits, and then tag some others.

What, only five?? hah

1. In one remaining OCD behavior from childhood, I have to keep my chewing balanced, so if I have one cookie, I have to either split it carefully in half and chew one half on each side of my mouth, or go get another cookie. I usually go for choice #2. It makes it hard to diet.

2. It is nearly impossible for me to leave my house once. I have to leave, drop everything in the car, realize I forgot my keys (see #5) and go back in the house for them, leave again, realize I need the checkbook and go back in the house for it, leave again, realize I didn't grab my lunch and go back in the house. Beast no longer even says goodbye properly until I've returned at least once. His usual goodbye now is "See you shortly."

3. I like to clean bathrooms and doing dishes. I do not necessarily want a job cleaning other people's bathrooms, or washing they dishes, but I find it very zen and calming. Kind of like a bath (I love baths). It's all that water. You'd think I was a fish. I can't even swim, and I'm not a Pisces, or even an Aquarius. Perhaps it's because I grew up in a relatively arid part of the country, so water was so valuable and wonderful. Or, I'm just nuts.

4. I read while curling my hair. Also while drying it. Remember the "Farrah hair" of the 70s, where girls curled and flipped all along that shag cut. I spent a solid 35 minutes every morning curling and flipping my hair--in the dining room, having been banished from the bathroom by my irritated parents. That 35 minutes was a long time to stare at the mirror. So I just check the mirror to get the curling iron set and rolled, read a paragraph, click the release, and move on. Same thing with drying
hair, more or less.

5. I'm not sure if this counts, but when life is rolling fairly smoothly, I tend to lose my keys, lock them in the car, forget them at home... Work keys, car keys, house keys, whatever. When Beast is out of town, I don't think I've locked my keys in the car once. He's had to rescue me at least 3 times, driving from work to whatever parking lot I'm standing in. I never lock my phone inside; just my keys. I now have a hidden key on the truck, which I've mostly had to use IN MY GARAGE. Just imagine the swearing that goes on as I lie on the concrete groping under the
frame trying to remember exactly where I stuck the box.... It's just not pretty.

Hopefully those are sufficiently quirky to scare away all the wierdos. OK, just the weirdos I don't know.

So I'll tag...well, anyone I haven't frightened away.