Or, “There’s Going to be a Tagging! There’s going to be a Tagging!” (That alternate title is for you, babe.)
Sheila tagged me for my weird habits. The rules as stated at her site:
- Post a blog with your six weird habits/ things as well as the rules/ instructions;
- Add to your blog a list of your six victims to be tagged;
- Leave a comment for your six victims that says “You are tagged! Read my blog” (but you cannot tag the person who tagged you).
What Sheila failed to notice (or, um, just didnt’ cuz it’s not that obvious) is that I really don’t know that many other bloggers! She tagged pretty much everyone I would tag. So, like most chain letters that I receive, the buck stops here (a phrase I’m using so very far from it’s original intent. Ah well…).
Here are my weird habits or traits or other such stuff:
1. I hate buttons. They creep me out. Yes, buttons. Yes, those little plastic disks with holes where the thread goes through to keep it attached to your shirt. I don’t so much mind them when they’re actually attached to a shirt. It’s more when people have a jar or something of them sitting around. Might as well have a jar of eyeballs sitting around. Yuck.
2. I hate wiggly teeth. Ewwwwww. And my oldest knows it and she tries to wiggle her loose teeth at me. And her friends know it and they try to wiggle theirs at me, too. HATE it!!!
3. I love the squeak of basketball shoes on the court. Someone was talking the other day about how they can’t watch the sport because the squeaking drives them nuts. I love it. I played in high school, and so it’s a bit of a nostalgic sound for me. Maybe one of these days I can join a league and make a few new sqeaks of my own.
I got stuck at 3, so here are Bald Man’s and Jackie’s (one of my closest friends for 20+ years) suggestions (Jackie really needs to start her own blog so I can link to her and cuz she’s funny):
4. Bald Man says that I’m gassy, and the fact that I’m not embarrassed about it is weird among women. (FYI, I’m embarrassed enough about it to have given it a second thought before typing it here. Then I thought, “Really? He thinks I’m gassy? I’m not sure how he would notice with all the tootin’ he does around here.” So, I think he’s just trying to lay some of the blame on me. That’s okay, I’m strong, I can take it.)
5. Jack says, “Have you gotten down that you can’t leave the house on time becuz you wander around with keys in hand and coat on looking for other things to do?” Yeah, I do do that. (”do do” also for you, babe. Consider it an early Christmas present.) My kids are used to it now. They know Mommy having her coat on has no direct relevance on actual departure time. Poor kids and their warped sense of time. Who knows what they’ll think when someone tells them they’ll get to them in “just a minute” and they actually do!
6. I’m a bit OCD when it comes to checking the locks on the house. I have to check and re-check them. I won’t have a bedroom on the first floor of a house. I only did once, for a year in college, and I hated it. But that might be because I suspected some of the neighbors might have been on the sidewalk by my window dealing drugs. Anyway, I won’t sleep with the windows open, either. Not even if they’re on the second floor. Not even if there’s a 20 foot drop beyond the window. Just can’t do it.
Hmmm….I am a bit odd, yeah? Ah well, you all love me, anyway, I know it. And thanks for that, by the way. 
i was actually going to talk to you about the open window thing, since i remember you freaking out when i wanted s’s window open when i was there. (although, i guess the sweating might have helped my lose some weight) And I also was going to talk about the locks and the porch light since i remember your g-ma getting up in the middle of the night to turn hers off when you were there.
and if i had a blog i would probably cease to be funny. or i would find out the opinions of those who don’t think i am funny. and we know that i really don’t like that. it messes up the pretty world i live in.
Jack: See? You DO crack me up! And, really, I never have had a problem with windows. It’s all just about bugging you and making you uncomfortable.
And as far as the “The Wrong”, which is how we shall refer to the movement of people who don’t think you’re funny, well….you can just delete their comments like I do. HA!
Thanks, babe. It’s nice to be loved.
Bald Man: I’m really not sure what you’re referring to specifically, the revelation of your own tooting, or the literary choices made specifically on your behalf. I’ll decide you’re being sincere and just say, You’re welcome!!
I did not realize you were barren of blogging friends. So sorry. I would at least have left you your main squeeze had I known. Confession: the six I tapped? Completely wiped me out in terms of people who blog that I know well enough to send a meme like that. And sending it to Bald Man was a bit of a stretch. I can only imagine what he said when he opened it. If he were a cusser, I suspect he said something along the lines of “WTF?”
As for your habit #6, I am totally with you. I even put a stick in the door and window tracks as an extra security measure. I know not why.
Please don’t delete my comment! I swear I won’t send you a jar of buttons or fart in your general direction. HhaHAhaha
Sheila: All is fair in love and war and…um…blogging? heehee Honestly, I never see chain-type things through. I think I owe someone a pair of panties, another person a lotto ticket, and another some children’s books! But I’m always happy to share my oddities, and it’s fun to be considered a blogging friend of yours!
So feel free to tag me, knowing that the strand will die it’s sweet death here. And as for the lock-down at night? I blame my mother!!!!
Hsien: Nooooo buttttooonnnsssss!!!!!!! As for the farting, I think there are a few million fish, whales, and various sea creatures that should get the brunt of it before it reaches me.
I was being sincere…
and now this has gotten really weird.
I remember the panties chain letter! I never participate in those, either. The one time I did was a recipe one, which I thought would be fun since I don’t cook and could really use all the help I could get. I dutifully typed up my favorite recipe and the one thing I could actually make and sent it out into the e-Universe. Nuthin’. Not one single recipe came back. And it was by email! They didn’t even have to buy a stamp! Oh, the disappointment. And I still can’t cook. Except quesadillas. Those I can do.
Sheila: Yeah, I totally flaked on the recipe one that someone sent me. But it wasn’t you, so I’m not the flunky in your case, just someone else’s.
I’m ready for some quesadillas. Let me know when, I’ll bring the margaritas. Oh, and the enchiladas. I love making those. mmmmm…..
I’m not sure if I should be flattered, or hurt that you say you have no blogging friends you could tag. Sure, I’ve been out of the blogsphere for a while, but I do plan on reentering orbit sometime. Of course, maybe you know my “NO CHAIN LETTERS” policy. Then again, a tag isn’t really a chain letter, is it? Am I going to have 3.56 years of bad football luck because I never have responded to baldman’s book tag (I’ll do it someday, I swear!)? Of course, while I know that 6 is a low number of quirks where I am concerned, I don’t know if I could name them. Hmm… May have to tag myself just for the challenge… or not.
Mr. Grotto: I DID actually think of you as a potential tagee, but seeing as how you’ve failed to write anything new for my reading pleasure in over a month, I didn’t know if you were keeping up with the blogging. I don’t know if that leads you to the flattery or the hurt. And write something new! I need words of interest to chew on over here.
I will write something soon. I’ve been busy working on the tradional New Years letter and so I have been writing, you just haven’t seen it yet. I’m hoping that my life will calm down enough that I can start writing again. that couple of months I had this year when I could write were good months.
I left lots of comments for you. Can you accept those as appitizers until I get to the main course?
Rantz: Mmmm….I like appetizers. But I will be expecting a prime rib level main course soon! (Now stop getting me thinking about food!)
Well, strangely enough, I was thinking about blogging about food. Been watching lots of Food network and Top Chef lately, so I have some thoughts on that level. I don’t know about Prime Rib though. I’m much more of a Brisket & Babyback rib kinda guy. I think you missed tasting from my smoker this summer… Your loss.
Rantz: I don’t recall being invited over for brisket (yuuuummmm) or babyback ribs. I’m offended. And saddened. And willing to let you repay me by inviting me this summer. So there.
I know that we were supposed to have brisket on the day we had the housewarming, but due to rain that didn’t happen, so you were invited over for it… Don’t worry, we’ll have more cookouts. Once I got started, I think I smoked a brisket a month and that usually includes 3 racks of ribs, some sausage… *drool*
/me hands you a napkin
A napkin? I haven’t even listed my quirks yet. Are you trying to tell me something… Oh, the drool. Been hanging out with the dog so much I don’t always notice… *blush*