Weirdo!
Michelle Diener and Sabrina Luna have both recently tagged me to post 10 weird facts about myself, so here we go:
1. I talk to myself all the time. Loudly. With large gestures. It's highly embarrassing when I get caught.
2. When I was little (3-4), I used to dig holes under our backyard fence so I could be free. My parents thought it was the dog and got rid of him. After they filled in the holes, I climbed on the dog house, into the nearby tree, swung off a branch over the fence and dropped into the field behind us.
3. I like my pizza cold and my ice cream warm.
4. I'm 43 years old and have a large collection of Harry Potter merchandise.
5. A few years ago, I lived next to a church where the parishioners were so loud and obnoxious (they'd park in my driveway blocking my car, stay outside my window talking until 2am even though I politely asked them several times not to) so I finally got sick of it and squirted them with a water pistol. (Yes, I'm going to hell)
6. I wanted to be a tree when I grew up. Still sounds like a good occupation.
7. When I was about 4 or 5, I tried making my own shampoo and selling it door to door. When that didn't work, I went around the neighborhood and sold all my mother's underwear while she was in the shower. (It sold - you have to understand that my mother was HOT and wore sexy underwear.)
8. I'm directionally challenged. I used to take "short cuts" on my way home from school and be lost for hours, even though I never recognized I was lost--I figured I'd get there eventually. Once my mother even had to call the police.
9. I'm still directionally challenged. (see #10)
10. I don't know my right from my left. If you want me to look or turn a certain way quickly, I can't do it. I have to think about it for several seconds or ask somebody which way that is. I can handle N, E, S & W because those are fixed points, but I've never gotten a handle on left or right - confuses the heck out of me. I hate when I'm in heavy traffic and see a sign on the road that says "merge left" ahead because I never end up in the correct lane.
LOLOL. I don't know which one is funnier, but I'm picking you selling your mother's underwear. As far as squirting water at rude church goers, they deserved it. God was probably whispering in your ear, telling you to do it.*g*
ReplyDeleteLOL, thanks, Edie. I like that thought...especially since, bad mother that I am, I let Emily help. :)
ReplyDeleteMy mother still talks about how humiliating it was when she had to go around the neighborhood buying her underwear back.
Really? I've never met anyone else who likes their ice cream warm! I used to let mine melt for awhile, and then stir it into a sorta milkshake like consistency. Everyone always asks if I want a milkshake.
ReplyDeleteNo, thank you, I don't want a milkshake!
Okay, "My mother was hot." If I had my mother's underwear, and keep in mind she's been dead these many years, and I traveled through my neighborhood, holding up one of her old bras and saying: "My mother wore this. She was hot."
ReplyDeleteI don't know, I think some people would just have a problem with that little bit of entrepreneurial excitement.
That's good too, Spy.
ReplyDeleteLOL, Stewart. I didn't have to say that - people knew, and I guess we had plenty of pervs in the neighborhood. :)
Kate, I KNEW you'd be a good person to tag :). Selling your mother's underwear is priceless. Obviously in the figurative sense, LOL. And I also loved the water pistol one.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, Kate, I love #2. I was also a digger-but I wasn't looking for freedom. I was convinced that I'd find dinosaur bones in my back yard. One time I dug a hole big enough for me to stand in--my mom was so not amused.
ReplyDeleteCynthia, welcome! A fellow digger! *g* That's hysterical about the big hole.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe people actually bought your mother's underwear. If I had thought to do that, (my mother was a beauty, too) I would be dead now and we wouldn't be having this communication.
ReplyDeleteEveryone should keep a water pistol handy for rude nightcrawling pious people. They are lucky it wasn't a REAL gun. You must live somewhere gentler than the U.S.
This is the best list I've read of personal weirdnesses.