Here are the rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you: Joyco
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking to them. (Tag, you're it! If you haven't played already, now's your chance.)
5. Leave a comment for each tagged blogger to let them know that they have been tagged
Six Quirks about me:
1. Six is my lucky number. I don't know why, specifically, it just always has felt lucky for me. However, the fact that my anniversary is on November 6 is actually a coincidence--it wasn't our first choice of dates, just the date our reception location happened to have available. Turns out it was a perfect day to get married!
2. My knees are double-jointed. Well, I don't know if that's the exact term for what they do, but I can straighten my legs out so that they are bowed backwards. I should take a picture some time; it's hard to explain. My brother can do the same thing. We get it from my mom. I wonder if his boys have the knee gene?
3. My maiden name and married name have the same number of letters, and end with the same letter.
4. I've never tried eggplant. It creeps me out for some reason! I have a feeling it would be spongey, like flan, and that would make me gag. Flan makes me think of eyeballs.
5. Nearly every work day at 3pm, I walk over to the cafeteria in the building next to mine and get an iced tea. Sometimes, I am bad and get one of those little glass bottles of starbucks mocha frappuchino, instead. Yet, on the weekends, I'm almost never thirsty for tea at 3pm. Maybe because I sleep later?
6. I don't like different kinds of food to touch on my plate. If foods are intended to mix (like peanut butter and jelly, for example), that doesn't bother me. But I don't like my corn juice leaking into my mashed potatoes (for example). I love divided plates for this reason, and I always bring my own to my family's holiday gatherings. My brother is the exact opposite--for example, at Thanksgiving, he piles his plate with everything he wants to eat (all smushed next to each other), and covers the whole plate with cranberry sauce (the kind from a can) and gravy. Naturally, his seat at the table is across from mine. Ugh! My non-touching food preference extends to items of different flavor, like candy. I eat one flavor at a time; I would never just throw a random assortment of Jelly Bellys into my mouth. Yet, that's my husband's favorite way to eat candy. Bleah!
Your turn!
2 comments:
#4 - eggplant... flan... eyeballs.
You crack me up. :)
I'm the same way with foods mixing! I hate when my thanksgiving food plate is crammed full of stuff, then I have to think of creative ways to prop items up (i.e. bread hovering on the rim of the plate) or matching things that could conceivably be fine next to each other-like the cranberry and turkey, the mashed potatoes next to the macaroni and cheese..
My elbows are double jointed (they also call it hyper extension) and no one else in my family has the same affliction. I wonder why I got it. And it's bad too-to the point where people think my arms are broken and they freak out if I extend my arm to the fullest. Weaklings.
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