The tag stops here
My friend Amanda tagged me on Monday with a "reveal 6 wierd things about yourself" game and I am just now responding, if you can call it that. I don't usually buy into these kind of things, but it seemed like a fun way to dissect myself in a public manner. I don't know enough bloggers to pass this on. That means I'm breaking the chain and something terrible will probably happen to me. I'm banking on the fact that it is a load of crap.So, here goes:
1. I have to touch the outside of an airplane before boarding. Sometime long ago I had a dream that I would die in an airplane crash. Somehow I convinced myself that would keep me from plunging to a fiery death.
2. I thrive on order only in certain parts of my life. For example, my cds are organized by genre and then alphabetical within that category and my money is always facing the same direction in rank order. I can have dirty dishes stacked to the ceiling and create another cat by all the hair I scuff up on the carpet, but if one of my cds is out of place I break out in hives.
3. Any candy that is bite sized and comes in various colors must be eaten in twos and only in matching colors, even if they all taste the same. Once they are paired if there are several that don't match you must pick the closest in relation to each other according to the rainbow and pair those together.
4. I don't eat anything that is squishy, slimy, and sweet. That combination makes me gag. Example: I can eat yogurt, which has some tang, but not pudding. Don't even get me started on the foul substance called whipped cream.
5. I can tell you instantly if someone has been rummaging in my closet. My clothes are arranged in a very intricate way. For shirts it involves the color, sleeve length, and style. In pants and skirts it is based more on color and season. If I am looking for a particular item I can almost find it blindfolded.
6. I can wiggle my ears, but it doesn't stop there. I can move my whole scalp back and forth. This is a little trick that I picked up from my grandfather. Bapa used to entertain me by scrubbing his brush-cut back and forth on my hand. One day, in high school, I discovered that the scalp wiggling gene had been passed on to me and I have been using it to freak people out ever since.
posted by Heidi @ 4:05 PM
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