Sigrun tagged me to write about six weird things about myself, and I fear that if I don’t write them out, she’ll haunt my dreams for-ev-er. At first I couldn’t think of what I do that’s weird, because I’m so used to it, so hopefully this is interesting enough to blog about. If not, death to you Sigrun.
I put mustard on everything.
I’m not sure when my obsession began, but I have had this ridiculously strong relationship with mustard for a long time now. I put mustard on celery, mushrooms, shrimp, steak, cheese burgers, crackers, chicken, basically anything that isn’t a fruit (excluding tomatoes, because yes, I have had mustard on ’em before.)
Never put ice with my pop but with my milk, yes.
Whenever I go out to eat with Mark, and I’m able to refill my own cup of pop (or soda for you weird people), I never put any ice in it, nor do I want any. I hate it when the ice melts and waters down my drink, especially when I plan on drinking it later (I don’t mind drinking room temperature pop, so long as it’s not brown.) But I have to have ice cold milk. Since it will never be ice cold from the fridge alone, I usually put a few ice cubes in it. It makes the milk that much more enjoyable.
I sometimes pee with the door open.
I know this may not seem that weird, and maybe it isn’t, but I actually like peeing with the door open when I’m in my own house. I suppose I’m just used to it because that’s what I would do in my apartment (unless I was taking the crap of my life) and I had some friends that would go pee with the door ajar too. My sister hates this, so I make sure I do it all the time. And to think I used to have a pee complex where I couldn’t go if I thought people heard me or if I was in public.
I drive with my windows down in the winter.
A few months ago when I was driving and my boyfriend was in the car he said “Are you hot?” I didn’t realize that he was freezing his cute butt off despite the fact I had the heat on in the car, but the sunroof open with the temperature around 40 or less. I don’t know what it is, but I cannot be in the car with the heat on, and have the sunroof closed. It’s just nice having a breeze coming in, but the warmth still keeping me comfortable.
I make random noises.
For some reason, at my parent’s old house where I grew up, I got accustomed to walking around and literally screaming, yelping, barking, bawking, clucking and god knows what else. I still do this at their new house. I’ll be walking up the stairs from the basement after doing a load of laundry, and I’ll just shout out random jibberish. This has always, and still, pisses of my dad. It’s just kind of relaxing to let it all out!
I get compulsive urges to buy office supplies.
I’m sure this isn’t just something I experience, but I feel happy when I am around a mass quantity of office supplies–especially if it’s on my desk. I don’t know what it is, but I like seeing a bunch of unsharpened pencils (I never use their erasers either, my pencils must look pretty!), pens (with their caps of course!), paperclips, white paper, crayons, pencil sharpener, sticky notes, markers, highlighters… I want it all. Which is why I found working in an office supply store so hard. I walk around the store lusting after all these items, and the various organizers that I would keep them in.
There, all done. I’m sure most of those weren’t too weird, and were more in the quirky department, but that’s all I could really come up with. I’m sure I’d have to have my friends and boyfriend answer that question for me, since they have to put up with it on a daily basis!
Since I’m supposed to tag other people to do this, I am going to force Rose, Pamela, Josh and Becky. If you don’t do this meme, you will suffer a bout of herpes.
Ever since buying Mark’s DS, I’ve been dying to get my grubby hands on one. I’ve played most of the games he has for it, but the one game that I am honest to god addicted to, is Cake Mania. Of all the games to get addicted to, it just had to be the crappy ported game. Mark mentioned that Cake Mania (and another one he has, Diner Dash) are on the HP computers he sells at work (HP has this sort of game portal that’s with the system, and includes free trials of games, and the ability to buy more through them.)
The past few days I’ve gone over to his place, I’ve played this game. I am shamefully, yet proudly addicted. I’ve gone through two years of baking, and am now on my third bake shop. I’ve bought three ovens, two of which have been upgraded to pop out cakes in 4 seconds. I have three frosting machines, two of which frost in under 5 seconds. My shoes are these super elite ones that enable me to run around like I’m walking on fire. I have a ridiculous tv and cupcake oven to keep my customers from getting too cranky while waiting for their cakes. Then I’ve got two awesome cake toppers, of which both have three different items to use.