We interrupt today’s “DOing” series because I’m in need of a little light-hearted fun today. Wanna join in?
Let’s go with this:
So, I have more than one friend who likes to listen to Christmas music at all times of the year. One even claims that it helps her feel “cooler” in the summer time.
Yes, a quick defining of terms is in order. “cooler: a decrease in temperature. colder. not as hot.” This definition of “cooler” is NOT to be confused with the modern cultural slang usage of “cooler” to suggest an increase in hipness, stylishness, and/or cultural acceptance-ness.
Now that we’ve straightened all that out, I’d like to ask a question:
What’s something weird about you???
I’ll go first in the comments! Let’s all play along. See who can make me laugh the loudest today. ok?
GO!
Oh. And there won’t be any prizes. Sorry. For reals.
Ok. NOW GO!
Ok. The secret’s out.
For some reason, I can never finish my meal… I always leave maybe a bite. I don’t know why, people!
ALSO, I never ever ever take the last sip of a drink. ugh. CAN NOT do it. backwash. Enough said. I’m salivating in the grossest way just typing this out….
CHANGE OF SUBJECT!
I am a VERY high maintenance sleeper. Already blogged about this. It’s bad. Ask poor Cathi from the weekend. She made me so frustrated I yelled at her – in good fun. Do NOT mess up my sheets, people! DO NOT!
I’m sure I’ll think of more throughout the day. hhhmmmm…
Who’s next?
i can pop my hips out joint
i havent pulled an all nighter since mine and brents first date. well, no…since this last sunday night. is that weird? i think so!
i have a bathroom buddy
i wont eat the last crackers in a box or chips in the bag. they’ve all been manhandled by that point. and thats just gross.
when i wake in the morning i check email on my phone and only read them with one eye open. the left eye. the right eye is just too tired to join in. its very difficult.
fix those typos mandy!
now!!!
NO!
Ok. seriously – you read with one eye closed in the morning??? That is DANG STRANGE!
Weird about me???
I cannot pronounce certain words for the life of me…
” rivalry” and pretty much anything with ly’ at the end…
I blame it on the Yankee-Redneck upbringing LOL.
I pick up my soda can backwards to drink it.
I am double jointed in my right thumb, and my right little toe(but I think its because I popped it out of place as a kid.)
I work better in chaos.
Well you already listed mine so I’m all out. But I wasn’t aware that was weird.
Other than that I’m completely normal.
Oh I guess commenting on blogs while driving would be considered both weird and dangerous.
I can make one eye look away while the other is looking straight ahead. Sometimes, I do it to people when they’re talking to me and it totally freaks them out.
In fact, I once took a picture on iPhoto with the buldge thingy and I had my estranged eye looking one way and my other eye looking the other way. So my eyes just looked really really really really really really really weird!!! (In fact, it was a photo of me and it freaked ME out!)
And if my anonymity wasn’t so paramount, I would have posted that a long time ago! (Sorry, kids!
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Sarah:
put the blackberry down!
LSOF: yes. you might be weird too… that soda thing – strange!
More from me….. hmmm… my middle toe on my right foot really does grow faster than the others. Leave me alone – I can’t help it.
TheNor: LAUGHING! OH MAN I’M LAUGHING!
The wierdest thing about me, I could only say in the presence of women…seriously. And you gals would die laughing….trust me!
Maybe someday I’ll have the opportunity to share my wierd secret that only one other person in the world knows other than my husband.
My husband thinks this is pretty wierd…..I cannot and I reapeat, CANNOT leave to go on a trip, no matter how long or short it is with a messy house. Just something about the thought of having to come home to a messy house makes me not want to go home.
I may think of more as the day goes on.
Rachel: EMAIL IT TO ME!!! I’d LOVE to hear! mandy[at]mandythompson.com
I don’t have an ATM card. (I really don’t)
I always flip my pillow several times before I go to sleep. ((I’m afraid of those earwig bugs that my sister taunted me with))
I know how to restore a car, but I have no clue what is the difference between concealer and foundation.
Everything goes in my rt front pocket, keys, phone and ids,
Feet … I hate them … they are disgusting. I don’t even want to look at them. I can literally be brought to tears by someone touching me with bare feet.
i wanna know, rachel!
and mandy… i’m thinking hard…
Alece: SURELY you’ve got one or ten!?
Lori: tears? really? therapy, darlin’… therapy.
Heidi: I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!!!
thank you for sharing!!!!!!
i’m trying to narrow it down! and think of what will make you laugh the hardest!
cmon Alece!!!
Cry or laugh??? How about BOTH!!!
No seriously .. he really needs this.
I don’t care about going out, I just want him to talk about his faith again and his mission and his walk..
I am missing that alot lately.
Here’s the weird thing about me. I like the volume of the TV to be on a multiple of 5. It bothers me if it’s somewhere in between, even if it means the sound is too loud or too soft.
I’m a freak.
Just wandered by and loved a couple of your posts (Tam’s questions were great). Thought it only fair I wrote something as well soon as I’ve been reading what all you guys posted.
So, random thing about a stranger: My toe nails grow alarmingly fast.
I’ll be off now.
I love that when mandy writes a post, she is always the first person to comment on…her own post
What’s something weird about you???
Having an OCD personality, where to began? The portions of food on my plate can’t be touching each other. Everything on my computer desk must line up. All the dollar bills in my wallet must have the top of the bill facing up and in the same direction. I check at least twice to see that all my electrical appliances, lights, computer, etc. in my condo are turned off before I go out.
I think I have mentioned that no women has been able to put up with me for more than a few months.
I can only eat tic tacs in pairs. And it kills me to see others only eat one at a time.
I am allergic to all kinds of things (my laptop is probably the best example).
I once had an allergic reaction to my own allergic reaction to sun poisoning.
When I was younger, I had a Boston accent. I have never even been to Boston (
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I’m sure I’ll think of more later…
Becky: WEIRD!!!!!!!!!!!! But you are still welcome here. It’s gotta get much worse before we shut anybody out.
H & Al: did y’all just take over my blog?
Brent: UNnecessary.
Leigh: Thanks for stopping by!!! So – like, how fast??
Ed: I would make you CRAZY.
Marisa: boston? How is that possible????
hi.
ive decided im actually not weird or strange.
you are.
Do you feel better now?!?
I feel strange because I don’t feel there’s anything too weird about me.
hahaha i have no idea! but my family got a kick out of it. they would repeatedly ask me to say “I went to park my car in the yard” in bostonian.
somehow i ended up growing out of it.
though at one point, i also had someone ask me if i was from tennessee.
yes, dear. much better!
Mandy: Now I’m going to make myself appear even more freakish,
but I cut them every few weeks to avoid accidental scratching. I have the same issue with my finger nails as well though. They get cut every other week.
Maybe I just drink too much milk or something.
Scavenger: That, in and of itself, is abnormally abnormal!
Marisa: HOW WEIRD!!! It must’ve been some kind of speech impediment or something. wow.
Tam: ok. well. good to know…
Leigh: I think the most freakish thing would be to say that you DON’T cut them… THEN I’d be worried! Thanks for coming back by!
I can raise one eyebrow and the Vulcan hand greeting while saying “Live long and prosper.” with a straight face…?? Not terribly weird. How’s this: When I’m nervous, I bite the flesh off of the inside of my cheek. On purpose.
I used to be able to place my fingers on the back of my hands (think cracking knuckles, just a lot farther)… However, after many years of not doing it, I can only do my pinky finger. People claim I’m double jointed, but I don’t know how true this “medical issue” really is.
i don’t listen to christmas music year round, but i do sing it in the shower year round. i burst out singing “sleigh ride” quite frequently. like atleast every other day. for real.
i HAVE to brush my teeth first thing in the morning. i’m talking even before eating breakfast.
as for strange sleeping habbits: i used to be strikinly similar to you with your bed-related ocd, mandy. especially the sheets. lol. but that has died down. now there are only a few. i must have a pillow to spoon. and my blanket that i’ve had since i was a child goes on the pillow under my head, like a nest. if i’m on vacation and forgot to bring my blanket… then i have to put a t-shirt or something similar there. i can’t put my head directly onto the pillow. i need something warm that i can nest my head into.
i cannot STAND to hear ice being crunched. or chips… or anything really. it makes me cringe. if i’m close enough to the person doing it, and they know about this quirk,… i will literally get mad at them for doing it in my presence.
if i’m sitting down to watch t.v. with a meal or snack, i can’t start eating until i find something good on t.v. i mean i can’t just turn something on… i will scan the channels for 15 minutes while my food gets cold if i have to. and i won’t eat during commercials. it’s all part of my need to savor my food.
i put chapstick on about 351 times a day, year round. i carry it in my pocket. this addiction was probably developed as a result of my picking my lips when i’m nervous or stressed.
i always feel the need to match my underwear to what i’m wearing. i’ve been told that’s not normal.
i guess i’ll stop there.
OMGOSH RIC JUST MADE ME ABOUT LOSE MY LUNCH!!!
CHRISTI!! And I thought I knew you! GIRL!
Ric: ok. That’s only mildly strange. Don’t listen to brandi.
Dan: Have I witnessed this finger-bending back in the day???
new one from me: when I was younger, I used to have to use the 3rd stall in the public restroom. I don’t know why. The 3rd stall was always my preference – if possible.
Strange things about me? hmm..
I have high maintenence sleep issues as well. I’m afraid to even try to describe it…. I lay on my belly with my right foot “hooked” on the bottom of the bed so my toes point directly at the floor. My left leg is bent so that my knee is almost in my arm pit. My right arm is under my pillow and my left hand is tucked under my chin. I pull the covers completely over my head and only leave a little opening so I can breath….although this I do b/c Jake has the ceiling fan on and I hate it. Makes my face cold. So yeah, I have sleeping issues. Oh, and no socks. At all. Ever.
I also never finish a drink. It creeps me out. I never ever finish a can of soda. I always leave like 1/4 of it left. I just can’t finish it. Drives Jake CRAZY.
I bat my eyelashes when putting on mascara. Anyone who has seen me do it says it’s not normal. I thought everyone did that. No?
I was laughing at someone’s TV volume issues b/c I just can’t have it on an odd number. Bugs me. Must be even.
I’m sure there’s a million others b/c Jake is always laughing at me and telling me I’m weird.
Maaaaandy, do YOU bite the skin on the inside of your cheeks too?
and it totally made me cringe b/c I HATE when I bite my cheek. ew.
I also like my pillow to be cold. Strange b/c I hate the ceiling fan making me cold, but a warm pillow is yucky to me. It’s like a warm seat at movie. Just wrong.
Brandy! When I saw your little smile in these comments I KNEW it’d be good. YOU are one HIGH MAINTENANCE sleeper. wow….
No I don’t bite my lips. I can’t stand it when I do. But I was around TWO women this weekend who bite their cheeks to keep from crying. It was strange. At two different points in the weekend, when I was alone with each of them, they both did it. And it made me sad… real sad, actually. Because I wish I was a crier. Oh my gosh I’ve felt deeply since this weekend, but I haven’t really cried about it. I wish I had… I wish I had that outward showing of the inward feeling. It’s not that the feeling isn’t there, it’s just that my tear-ducts are taken captive and clogged up sometimes. I’m sorry.
Why did I just go on with that little confession? dunno. but it felt good!
Who’s next to share how WEIRD they are???
there is plenty that you don’t know.
and most of it falls into the category of “weirdness”…. as i do consider myself a weird person.
Well, at least you’re aware of the “weirdness”… The REALLY weird ones are the ones who don’t even know they’re weird! If you thought you were normal, THEN I’d get worried! I’m just sayin.
Thanks for stopping by today – I’m catching up on emails real soon… xxoo
Mandy – don’t know if you ever saw this, but I will try and take a pic and post it on my blog
It will be my first post in about 3 million years…
hehehe!!! THAT is so true!
I just finished telling a friend i was weird and then thought, considering what so many call ‘normal’, i’m REALLY glad i’m weird…
And then i raed your post and then .. BIG mistake… i read the comments!!!
You people are so weird i am way normal in comparison!!!
I mean really ‘therapy just won’t cut it’ kinda weird!
And what is REALLY scary is….. Alece hasn’t shared her weirdness yet! :-O
You’ve all made me ‘normal’ – i just may never forgive you for that.
The truly weirdest thing about me i can come up with… i have counted to a million! (in ‘ones’ – up to a hundred, then ten times for a thousand) Started before i was 11 and finished about age 13,14. Did it mostly before sleeping, in bed and kept ‘tally’ on sheets of paper.
See? – completely normal!
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Love: Welcome to the world of weirdly normal!
Love is weird. counting and keeping tally’s? huh?
Well, I’m definitely weird. But I’ll share one oddity. I can write backwards. Fluently. Meaning as quickly and as neatly as I write frontwards. It’s a bit harder to read … but I’m getting better at it. I use this when I’m in a public place and want to write something I don’t want people to glance over and read … nosy people. Usually this is work. Nosy coworkers.
okay, i’ve got one:
i can only breathe out of one nostril, and not always the same one. it alternates. and i must confess that this oddity impedes my make-out sessions with my husband at times…
If I’m in a big hurry, I run around humming the Star Spangled Banner. It helps me focus. WHY????
And I can’t stand to listen to people eat – even with mouths closed. Esp. cereal in the morning – all I can do to not scream at my kids. It’s not their fault. Noisy restaurants, music or conversation is good to mask the NOISE.
I can’t believe this discussion is still going! Y’all are officially the weirdest people I know.
ever.
strange….
soooooo strange.