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."


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