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Amber tagged me. I guess I'll play along.

6 weird things about me

I have to be just the right temperature to fall asleep. My feet can't be too cold or hot. So, depending on the season they're either tucked under Matt's leg or on top of the covers. I'm just glad he's willing to put up with my icy toes, but it's torture falling asleep without him when he pulls an all nighter or goes out of town. Socks don't work because my feet are too hot by morning. Also, I have to have my shoulders covered. Before Howie was born that meant a blanket or at least a sheet pulled up around my neck. Now that he shares our bed, I have to sleep in a long sleeved t-shirt.

I'm afraid of knives to the point of being irrational. I can't bear to hear stories or think about someone being cut. If I see someone using a cutting device in a potentially dangerous way, I shudder uncontrollably- practically to the verge of panic. I couldn't even be in the basement when Matt was cutting the metal studs with the miter saw. I also have a fear of a knife falling into a running disposal and losing a finger or something. I won't run the disposal if a knife is in the sink or even my hand.

I'm completely tone deaf. completely. I can't pick a note out, follow a tune or even tell which is the higher of two similar notes. Maybe it's related to my inability to filter background noise. If I've ever yelled at you across a table in a noisy situation, this would be why. Perhaps it's also why I can't stand the beeping of appliances. I turn off every cycle signal possible, washer, dryer, microwave- all silent, cell phone- on vibrate...

I can't stand wind in any form. Whether it's a fan, air conditioner or cool tropical breeze, it drives me nuts and is all the worse if it's directly in my face. My new vacuum has a filter on the front and the exhaust comes out there. It's warm and hits my face if I have to lean in front of it to move something. It makes me want to gag, and not just because it's vacuum exhaust. Sometimes I think it would be nice to live closer to our parents, but then we drive across Wyoming or get off the plane and I remember that it's windy there. I don't want to live where it's always windy.

I have ice cream bulemia. It makes me puke. Nothing else has that effect, but a serving of ice cream will come right back out, still cold and undigested. Yet, I still love it and eat it often (at least when dairy was a part of my diet). I know it's weird; that's why I'm writing about it here.

I'm a perfectionist by proxy- I hold others around me to impossibly high standards and have arguably unreasonable expections of them while not maintaining the same standards for myself. My work is generally half-assed at best. Howie is doing a pretty good job of humbling me by extension. I think that one might be more jerky than weird.

Can we still be friends?

I won't tag anyone, because I think everyone I know who blogs has already been listed.

posted by Valarie @ 11:41 PM