Rachel Anne tagged me for 6 weird things about me ... hhmmm, sorry, can't think of any. There can't possibly be 6 weird things about me. Okay that's not true. I've actually been thinking about sharing some weird little things that I do. Why I wouldn't just keep it to myself, I have no idea! Last night when I asked Hubby what's weird about me, he claimed he couldn't think of anything. Smart man.
1. The weirdest, and most important ... When spreading ANYTHING on my bread or toast, it must be applied smoothly with no clumps and go completely to the edge of the crust, and the bread or toast must never be smushed by the knife. Last summer at camp while I was tending to one of my children, someone accidentally knocked my toast off my plate and onto the floor. I came back to discover a new piece of toast with thick blobs of jam piled in the middle, leaving the edges bare and dry. I politely thanked her for her consideration and went and got myself another piece of cold camp toast. PZ was sitting there watching the whole thing take place and could hardly contain himself.
2. I usually choose the colour of Tupperware tumbler or Ikea kids plate based on what I'm wearing. I do the same thing for Max. I like matchy-matchy.
3. I've had several nic-names over the years. My favourite, and the weirdest, is Church. When nephew Mixon couldn't say my name, it sounded like Churchill, which was shortened to Church. A few near and dear to me still call me that.
4. I am going to win the Reader's Digest 71st Sweepstakes. That's not weird. It's the truth. I'm sure of it ... (Unless my neighbour, who thinks SHE is going to win, sabatoged me when she collected our mail while we were out of town ... )
5. I used to be plagued by counting stairs. Every stair I stepped upon had to be counted. I still do it now and then but not nearly so much.
6. I have always wanted to go on a tour of the Armstrong cheese factory in Abbotsford. Don't know why but doesn't it sound like fun? I also want to go on a 5 day tour of Disneyland. Doesn't that sound like fun for a grown woman who has NEVER been there?
And who shall I tag? Lizzie, Niki, Trees, and Megan who has nothing to do, unless baby has arrived and so she has many things to do.
Uh-oh........looks like Sean has some competition for the Reader's Digest sweepstakes!
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ReplyDeleteThis is to confirm that Rachel's #1 wierdness is a genetic factor inherited directly from her mother. It must be a dominate gene as well because Dad hardly ever even thinks about it -- unless he is buttering toast for his wife and learned many years ago to do it "right" -or else. However, have you ever noticed that as you approach the end of a loaf of bread there is a very significant difference in the surface area to be buttered. Therefore, one can put much more spread on one side than the other, especially if it is a really good spread like freezer strawberry jam.-- Dad
ReplyDeleteFunny Rachel!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dad, I ws actually going to include in my post that Paul understood my weirdness so much more after Mom spent a week here. :)
ReplyDeleteYou count stairs too? I also count steps in between sidewalk cracks...over and over and over...
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ReplyDeleteThere are 77 stairs between the first and fourth floors in my school.
Crikey, don't get me started on the weird stuff! May need to whittle my list down or else it could be a very long post...
ReplyDeleteI've got your #1 weird thing, too! I was going to use it but then I forgot. I nearly gag when my husband makes toast for me: huge blobs of PB & J thrown on with about 1 inch of bare toast all the way around. Gross. Ha, I love your Dad's observation about the bread. Smart man.
ReplyDeleteHaha! It'll be hard to narrow it down to 6!
ReplyDeleteThis explains so much about my husband!!!...at least I know it is genetic! ;)
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Colin - I used to have the sidewalk counting problem too, until I moved to a town with hardly any sidewalks. The ones we do have are very random and no good for counting anything. I used to know how many steps it was from our house to Kehler's.
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