(Originally posted March 4, 2006 on My Space)
Someone starts with the “6 weird/things/habits about yourself” and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly. Then, you choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. And don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read yours.
- This one is easy, cause I’ve already blogged about it. I suffer from phone-o-phobia, and will go to great lengths to avoid using the telephone. If you want to know more, read the blog. I know a lot of people who think this is weird.
- I hate massages. My ex-boss thought I was weird for turning down a free gift massage. Now I don’t mind a good massage from someone that I’m close to and fond of. Although most folks that fall into that category are but amateur masseuses, who have a tendency to pummel my tender flesh a bit too vigorously. So I tend to avoid that as well. It’s not the body-rub I abhor, but the thought of getting undressed and wearing naught but a towel while some fully-dressed stranger puts his or her hands all over my body. ICK. I’m not a prude, but I am somewhat picky about who I undress in front of, and who gets to put their hands where on my body. So there.
- I love pigs. Swine, I mean. The four-legged kind. It comes from having raised several of them during my 4-H years. I even have trophies for swine showmanship. I also have a “clean stall award” which my parents found quite amusing, given the general state of my bedroom as a child. But I digress. Pigs are among the sweetest, gentlest and cleanest (yes, cleanest!) animals around. So why do they roll in mud? Because pigs have no sweat glands and that’s how they stay cool in hot weather. Which is why the phrase “sweating like a pig” always leaves me baffled, as pigs don’t sweat! I’ve gotten some strange looks from people at fairs because I can never resist reaching into the stalls to give a pig a scratch on the snout or behind the ear. (“Aren’t you afraid they’ll bite?” people ask anxiously.) I used to get even stranger looks when they were my own pigs because I’d spend hours lying in the stalls, using them as a pillow. Never mind when I’d take them out for walks near my house. I can’t count the number of times people would stop their cars, lean out their windows and ask . . . “Is that. . .a PIG??”
- I love 70’s pop. The cheesier, the better. In fact, I collect cheesy 70’s era 45’s. My collection boasts such gems as “Doctor’s Orders” by Carol Douglas, “Run Joey Run” by David Geddes and “Mr. Jaws” by Dickie Goodman. The list goes on and on. One of the highlights of 70’s pop was all the great “death songs”. . .like “Last Kiss”, “Rocky”, “One Tin Soldier” and of course the aforementioned #1 hit by Mr. Geddes. So many cheesy 70’s songs to collect, so little time. . .
- I am a sleeve-dipper. Whenever we go out to eat I can just about guarantee you that at some point in the meal, I will have dipped my sleeve in the food, no matter how I try to prevent this from occurring. I don’t know why this happens, but somehow it always does. Keith finds it very amusing.
- I am far too easily bored. Which is why sitting in traffic or standing in line at the grocery store can be excruciating for me. On the other hand, it’s one of the reasons why I’m so great at multitasking. I like to stay busy. One of the few things that never bores me is reading. I can read for hours and hours. Which is why I’ll take a book or magazine just about everywhere I go. I took a book to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park once, which I apparently will never live down. (After seeing “Fever Pitch” I’m beginning to understand why!) In my defense I was a last-minute stand in for someone who had to cancel, and rather than sending my honey (a huge Red Sox fan) off alone and waste the ticket, I went along to keep him company…and took my book. No, I’m not that much of a sports fan (how’d you guess?) I also have difficulty sitting still long enough to watch TV without something else to do . . .like working on my beading, or clipping articles out of magazines. Of course my most frequent fall back is finding something fattening to eat while I watch. . .which is why I really try not to watch a lot of TV!