After MUCH Delay... My Five Quirks....

I have been specifically tagged by a dear friend to list five of my quirks. I know this shouldn’t be such a big deal, but I have really been thinking about this for some time. I didn’t want to under or over expose myself. Isn’t that the nature of quirks? They are just embarrassing. I thought I would try my friend’s approach and ask my husband – that resulted in lots of suggestions that were either 1) not actually quirks (I had to define it several times for him) or 2) so embarrassing that I could not believe he would want me to post anything like that on the world wide web. The end result with that approach was failure. So I went back to the drawing board and came up with five quirks that I can safely rely on to complete my EXPOSÉ, but not more than you or I can handle.

1) Unfortunately, I inherited this weird allergy from my mother’s side that when triggered, causes my throat/ears to itch so bad that all I can think about is scratching it. The problem is… it itches on the inside of my throat/ears and how do you scratch that? So I have developed this method where I use air and my tongue to relieve the itch and it makes a funny noise that my husband and close friends refer to as the “pig noise” – now how is that for something borderline too embarrassing to share. And yes, my husband knew about this before he married me. The rest of the quirks I am sharing will NOT be this crazy.

2) I like everything to be even. I have shared this before, but I really don’t like odd numbers. I think five kids is the perfect number, except the fact that it is odd; so I will have either four or six.

3) I am addicted to Carmex. I have been for years. I know it doesn’t smell good, but I just keep using it anyway. I cannot escape my lips craving for this monster of a chapstick. They now have a strawberry flavor that is a little slice of heaven for those with a Carmex addiction.

4) I have speaking dyslexia – that is not an official term, as far as I know of, I just made up a name to go with my weird inability to communicate correctly with other human beings. I think this problem is most apparent to my husband. Of course, I blame my problem on the fact that my brain is always thinking of 10 things at once, so why would I not mix in weird words or phrases that have nothing to do with what I am talking about, but everything to do with the other 9 things I am thinking about?

5) I don’t sing Kyla the normal nursery rhyme songs that a normal parent does. I make up all of the songs I sing to her. Believe me, I do not have any sort of talent, and in most of the songs I sing the same thing over and over again - they don’t make any sense and they drive Brandon crazy. I don’t know why I do this. It is really quite ridiculous. But I can’t help it. Now, when I sing Kyla normal nursery or primary songs, she has no idea what to think, because she is not used to hearing actual songs written by actual people with talent.

*The “rules” of this tag state that I must tag three new people. So I am going to tag Jayne, Karin, and Susan.