Quirky

I have been marinating on this post for several days.

And by marinating, I mean doing hard-core, extensive research and thinking deeply.

Kristen and Michelle both tagged me to write something about myself…quirks/random facts.

My first thought of course was that I don’t have any quirks, for I exemplify perfection in its most complete form.

Then I asked the BF Lucy what she thought.

One incredulous look and a whole sticky note later, I give you these random facts:

1. I am extremely organized. I make lists. I cross things off. I write things down that I have already done just to cross them off. I use white-out or totally re-write something if I make a mistake or if it looks messy. Here are some sub-points to illustrate the degree of my obsessiveness.
a. Paper clips. Apparently I have a thing for paper clips. I use them when securing my check to my deposit slip… can’t have those two getting separated in the tube at the bank. I use them to tell me which week I am on in my planner. I use them to clamp stamps to envelopes before adhering them. There are no free papers floating around in my life. They are all clipped to something.
b. Checkbook. My checkbook is neat. Really neat. On the first line I will write (in all caps) to where the charge is (i.e. SEW UNIQUE). On the second line I will write (in all lowercase) for what the charge is (i.e. lucy’s birthday). I check my account online every day, and I have an Excel spreadsheet that I use to keep our budget. I am very precise.
c. Closet. Every hanger is white plastic. If Justin steals one of my hangers, I know about it. And I steal it back. And if I loan a piece of clothing to someone I usually use one of Justin’s hangers just in case they don’t give me back the item on its original hanger. That drives me nuts. I also have all my stuff hanging in categories… from strapless to sweaters in degree of sleeve. Shorts to pants in degree of leg.

2. I have a thing about light switches. If a switch is up that means that there is a light on somewhere. If it is down the light is off. We have several lights in our house that have two switches. I spend time daily making sure that the switches are in the correct position. There is one circuit that is messed up so I had to hide that switch with a plant because it bugged me so.

3. I have a get-to-sleep bedtime routine. I get in bed, pull up the covers to my chin and lay on my left side for five minutes. Then I roll over onto my right side, readjust my pillow and pull the covers into a little pocket over my left hand (next to my face). I then stretch my legs straight out as far as they will go and bring them in one by one until each knee pops (I have joint issues). If a knee doesn’t pop I have to stretch out that leg over again until it does. Then I can go to sleep. But not before…

4. I must have poufy hair no matter what. This should come as no surprise. My hair must have volume at all times. You better bet that even the day I had my sinus surgery and was looking/feeling like total crap, the hair was teased. I know this is sick and vain.

5. I have these “piles.” You would think that with the extreme organization in my life that my house would be spotless. But no. Justin says I pick and choose what to be OCD about, and the cleanliness of mi casa is not top of that list. I am neat. But I am not clean. I have designated areas (Justin-approved) that I can let my stuff pile up. One is beside my bed. Right now there are 2 pairs of pajama pants, a sweatshirt, a couple t-shirts, the jeans I wore last night and 3 pairs of shoes in my pile. The pile gets cleared away every Thursday when I do laundry.

6. My dreams rock. I am not kidding. I have the best dreams (well, most of them). I dream every night and can usually remember every detail of the dreams if I talk about them first thing in the morning. They are very vivid and crazy. I always dream about the past… usually high school/some college. And I have two recurring dreams. One is that my teeth fall out and the other is that I can’t remember the combination to a dial lock. I’ve looked them up and they both talk about my need to be in control. Me? Control? Surely not…

After reading this list you have probably decided that I should see a counselor about my issues.

I am contemplating this myself… especially after actually writing out the bedtime routine.

Please still be my friend and visit my blog.

I promise my next post will not be so psychotic.

And want to hear about all of your quirks.

Especially Robin's!