things you didn’t know you didn’t want to know
I was tagged by Black Sheeped to do a meme where you list 6 things about yourself. Well, I’m not good at following directions, so here’s 25 things.
1. In high school, I was in the marching band. We were good. Nationally good. We traveled to Hawaii, California, and all over to march in the largest parades (which we usually won). You’d watch a video of us and every step from every person would be in perfect alignment. We were so good at marching straight that in one parade, we were behind some horses that had pooped, and every one in my line stepped right into the pile instead of veering around it to maintain that perfect line. The only drawback was that I was on the end of the second row, which is exactly where the band director marched, so I couldn’t cheat and take a rest by not playing part of a song.
2. When I was a kid, I had a desk with a magnetic alphabet play set. For reasons still unknown to me, I ate the magnets out of the letters.
3. I once had the flu in college so bad that I was delirious, and spent nearly 20 minutes arguing violently with campus parking over a parking ticket before I realized I had no idea what day it was (the ticket was for parking overnight on a Friday; I thought it was only Thursday).
4. I have sensitive skin. Whenever Sunny rubs my arm with her nose, I get a raised welt and feel all itchy. Same when Jason rubs his goatee on my neck.
5. I hate being tickled. To the point that it makes me feel like I’m going to throw up. So if you feel like you have to tickle me, just know that I’m going to feel like punching you in the face.
6. I love dill pickles. I don’t like kosher pickles. I really don’t like it when someone tells me a pickle is dill and then I find out it’s kosher.
7. I hardly ever put salt on my food, with the exception of French fries or tater tots.
8. I am horribly non-proficient with chopsticks and always feel self-conscious when using them. Incidentally, I once spent an entire meal using my chopsticks UPSIDE DOWN.
9. I play a game driving home every night where I try NOT to brake on the freeway (unless it’s absolutely necessary, such as when a flock of seagulls is heading straight toward my windshield). I’ll keep my eye on the car two cars ahead of me and let up on the gas when they brake so I don’t have to have that knee-jerk reaction when the car in front of me stomps on their brakes.
10. In the mornings, if I yawn really wide, I sometimes get the dry heaves.
11. I have no idea how to sew. I really need to learn.
12. There is a bar around here that serves neither Coke nor Pepsi. Instead, they serve RC Cola, which I didn’t even know existed anymore. Anyway, I ordered a Coke once and instead of informing me that a horrible substitution would be made, they simply brought me an RC. That is WRONG.
13. There’s not much else that grosses me out as badly as eating a bad Whopper (the candy, not the burger) or a piece of cheese that I belatedly discover has mold on it.
14. I do my best thinking in the shower or while driving.
15. Sometimes Spaghettio’s vaguely smell like vomit to me, but that doesn’t prevent me from still eating them from time to time.
16. I am horrible at darts. Maybe 2 out of my 3 shots will hit the board. I still win sometimes though, which has to drive Jason crazy.
17. When I die, I want to be cremated. And I want my organs donated.
18. I laugh at every commercial Peyton Manning is in.
19. My cuticles are a mess.
20. I will be 35 in a few months. This isn’t bothering me at all, despite the fact that if we do decide to have children, I will be considered high-risk.
21. Sometimes I dawdle letting Shorty out when I get home from work just so I can hear him yell at me like Chewbacca.
22. I really wish I had my own darkroom.
23. I have never had stitches.
24. I took up smoking for three days during college so I could learn how to blow smoke rings. (It never happened, so after 4 cigarettes I gave up.)
25. I don’t like it when people tell me what I should do, especially when I haven’t asked them to tell me what I should do.
Your turn!
We have SO MANY random things in common. I was also tagged for this meme but I might as well just direct people over here to read yours instead (with a few exceptions).
Comment by Jess — January 7, 2009 @ 10:44 am
The difference with the pickles is that Kosher dill pickles have garlic in them, I think.
Comment by My Buddy Mimi — January 7, 2009 @ 10:56 am
Incidentally, I am really picky with pickles on hamburgers. I refuse to eat at Hardees/Carl’s Jr. because I don’t like their pickles.
Comment by My Buddy Mimi — January 7, 2009 @ 10:57 am
Whereas I put salt on EVERYTHING. And I only crave Spaghetti-Os when I’m pregnant.
Comment by Nowheymama — January 7, 2009 @ 10:59 am
I think Spaghettios smell like barf because we have all barfed up Spaghettios at one time or another. Yikes.
I am the opposite with the dill/kosher mess!
Comment by Tessie — January 7, 2009 @ 11:58 am
I *love* the bad whoppers – they are my favorite ones. I often wish there was some kind of detection system because you can’t ever tell until you bite into one, so I could identify the bad ones and save them for last.
And I think Spaghetti-Os smell vaguely like vomit, too! (And I still eat them!)
Comment by LA — January 7, 2009 @ 12:04 pm
I take issue with #14. I do believe you’ve done some awesomely fine thinking at Buffalo Wild Wings, as evidenced by your masthead.
And bad Whoppers, as in the icky soft ones? Yes, very yak worthy.
Comment by Whimsy — January 7, 2009 @ 12:23 pm
These are awesome and I’m tremendously impressed that you came up with 25 things. I usually struggle to come up with 5.
Comment by Shelly — January 7, 2009 @ 12:39 pm
Neato! We have some things in common. This looks like fun to play…although I’m not sure I’ll be able to come up with 25-things.
Comment by Julie — January 7, 2009 @ 1:51 pm
I don’t have a list, but I do have a few comments:
1) I have always thought that Juicy Fruit gum smells a baby just spit up.
2) We used to have a darkroom at our house growing up. My brother used to develop pictures.
3) Congratulations on no stitches…ever!
Comment by Becky — January 7, 2009 @ 6:12 pm
Ditto #4
I love Peyton Manning and his commercials. I laugh every time I see the “Cut. That. Meat.” one in particular, even for the 458th time.
One of my dogs sounds EXACTLY like Chewbacca when he’s playing with his brother. I am going to try to get it on video for you. Maybe Shorty will like it.
Comment by Shelly — January 7, 2009 @ 7:24 pm
1) The only semi-serious injury I’ve ever had was a sprained ankle, which I got by running across an ice patch in boots with three inch heels. Yep, I deserved it.
2) I cannot tolerate cooked spinach, but I love eating it fresh.
3) I recently quit coffee, and I think I would sell a small piece of my soul for a big mug of it with whipped cream on top.
4) I quit coffee because of my acid reflux, which incidentally is NOT improving.
5)I work as a 911 dispatcher in a very small community where nothing ever happens, so I essentially get paid good money to read the many books and watch the many DVDs I order from amazon.
6)I did NOT make a new year’s resolution to lose weight, but am planning to do so anyway…if it’s not a resolution, I’ll be more likely to succeed. Right? RIGHT.
Comment by amber — January 7, 2009 @ 11:22 pm
Have you seen this? Here’s to a long life with lots of bacon!
Comment by Julie — January 8, 2009 @ 8:28 am
I don’t salt my food either!! We also have a local bar that serves RC and they don’t disclose it. When I asked why the Coke tasted like a sewer, they said “it’s not Coke, it’s RC” Um…. disgusto!
Comment by Saly — January 8, 2009 @ 11:49 am
1. I had my sweat glands cut out of my armpits.
2. I have detassled corn and plucked chickens.
3. I whole-heartedly agree with #2 of Amber’s comment.
4. I cry in the card aisles of Hallmark, etc.
5. I ABHOR extremely violent and scarey movies.
Comment by Grimmie — January 8, 2009 @ 3:19 pm
I also don’t salt anything except fries and steamed veggies. AND I do my best thinking in the shower or while driving. In college, I was taking some really tough computer programming courses, and I would often (more like ALWAYS) figure out the solution to a problem I was having with a program while showering. My cuticles are also a mess and I’ve wished for my own darkroom FOREVER, even going so far as to research how to build one. I LOATHE other people telling me what to do, and I get very passive-aggressive about it. Never aggressive-aggressive, because I am non-confrontational.
Comment by Fiona Picklebottom — January 9, 2009 @ 12:42 pm