Friday, December 01, 2006

The Tagging, by Poly. The Answers, by Zoom.

6 Weird Things About Me.

1. I can not seem to stand still long enough to fill the gas tank in my truck. I will start, and by the time $35 or so dollars has rung up on the pump, I'm bored and feel the need to drive away. I usually try to make the amount of gas cost some uneven amount - like $33.21. I only do that because Mr. Zoom checks the accounts almost daily, and he adores even amounts. When we go out to eat, he will figure a tip so that the total bill is an even amount. And quite honestly, the uneven debit game is the only thing that keeps me at the gas pump for a few seconds more. Mr. Zoom will get into my truck, see the 3/4 gas tank and say "I thought you went to the gas station today?!"

2. I have a toothbrush bristle phobia. I am fine with my own toothbrush, but if I see one on t.v. - especially if someone runs their fingers over the bristles, it makes me squirm. If someone is holding a toothbrush and mindlessly flicks the bristles, it also drives me crazy. I have no idea where this came from.

3. I take medication every day to function "normally". Antidepressants. I once lived a life of panic attacks and never being able to step foot ouside my own home. Medication, sometimes deservedly, gets a bad rap.

4. When I'm out in public, even if I've just rolled out of bed, I have to have earrings on. I think I know where this obsession came from. When I was little, my fine, thin hair (almost impossible to grow long), along with my "tall" size had many people assuming I was a "boy". I was crushed every time I got mistaken for a boy. Granted, I was I huge tomboy and my friends were mostly other boys (2 older brothers' influence), which didn't help. Also, my girls didn't become anywhere near their "D" size until I was about 33 years old. So having a "B" or less rack under there wasn't much of a giveaway either. How I figured earrings would be the shield from mistaken gender? Dunno. But to this day I need to have earrings on if I'm out in public.

5. When I was young, I never seemed to believe I'd live beyond 20 years of age. And it wasn't always 20 that I focused on, just what at that time felt like "older" to me. I don't know why I thought I wasn't going to be alive much past my teens. It wasn't like anyone abused me, threatened me - anything like that. I had absolutely NO basis for any kind of crazy thoughts like those. But I can remember them being a prominent theme in my daily thought rotation until I turned at least 18.

6. When I was little, I thought UPS trucks were chocolate milk trucks. I was actually young in the days of milk delivery. And milk always came out of white trucks. I figured the UPS trucks never came to our house because chocolate milk wasn't allowed.

Now, I'm supposed to tag people. But I'm never very good with that. So I always take the wussy way out and say "ok, here you go. If you want to be tagged, then.... shazaam! You are."

4 comments:

theresa said...

This must be the easiest post you've ever written. Let's face it, you're one big bundle of WEIRD! Of course when I say "weird", what I really mean is "adorable, funny, brilliant, charming, unique, creative, honest, brave and totally hott".

UPS = chocolate milk ... YES!
I thought brown cows made chocolate milk. I used to beg my grandfather (a dairy farmer) to please-please-please get just ONE brown cow.

BostonPobble said...

This is why I must not accept this tag from anyone who has done the blanket "You're tagged if you want it" tagging: Everyone else's "weirdness" seems perfectly normal to me. I think I would cause blogger to implode.

Polyman3 said...

#1 Seems like you have a short attention span, poor baby. and fear of toothbrushes- oh boy! I'm married to a dental hygenist, I'll have to ask her about that one.
#3, I'm with you on that one- call me Mr. Paxil. When I closed my last business- I kinda went nuts with all the stress symptoms.
Well, I'm very glad you made it past 20- you are a treasure, sweet girl, luv ya.

Barry said...

You are right - medication get s a bad rap.

Cool stuff on what makes you tick - I would play but I am now blog-less