6 unimportant things/ habits/ quirks
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Here are the rules.
**Post the rules on your blog.
**Share six trivial things/habits/quirks about yourself.
**Tag six people and the end of your post and link to their blogs.
**Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
**Learn anecdotal things about your blog friend!
1) I LOVE British comedies. I don't completely get some of the humor and sometimes it's tough to make out what the actors are saying through their thick-as-mud accents, but I could sit and watch shows like Are You Being Served? and Last of the Summer Wine for hours on end. When I was about 12 years old, I started watching Absolutely Fabulous on Comedy Central. My young mind probably didn't understand half of the raunchy jokes Patsy and Edina were spewing, but I was oddly fixated on it anyway. For the longest time, Saffron was my favorite girl name and I swore I'd name my daughter that when I grew up.
2) I am in the habit of sleeping in my clothes. I've even been known to wear jeans to bed.
2) My sister and I had WILD imaginations when it came to playing with Barbie dolls when we were little (and I use the word "little" loosely - I can remember being sad when I became a teenager and was therefore considered too old to play with Barbie dolls). We didn't just dress them and brush their hair. No. To watch us play, you would think we were putting on a soap opera. We had characters and story lines that we both remember vividly to this day. B0b McCle@ver was a well-known serial killer in Barbieland. Ken and Barbie would go camping and they'd hear on the radio that there was a maniac on the loose, when Bob would suddenly come out of the woods to tie Ken up and steal Barbie. Ken always got loose and came to her rescue before anything terrible happened, though. Another memorable character was Myra. She was a dirty bag lady who wore about 6 layers of clothing and would go door to door, peddling the clothes off her back. Often times, the clothes had designer labels like Bob Mackie and Pierre Cardin and her customers would wonder how such a dirty vagabond got her hands on such expensive clothing. Gee, do you think we watched too much television when we were little? How else would 8 and 6 year old girls know of serial killers and clothing designers' names?
4) My parents pretty much had to force me to learn how to drive. I was 17 & 1/2 when I got my license and I would've waited longer, had they not bought me a car and enrolled me in driver's ed. I was petrified of being behind the wheel. I think it had something to do with the fact that I was very sheltered as a child and made to think that EVERYTHING was horribly dangerous. I got over my fear of driving and now I'm a really good driver, but I'm still afraid to do simple things like riding a bike in the street. Pathetic, I know.
5) I use a clean towel every time I bathe. I used to reuse my bath towel a couple times before tossing it into the laundry, but then I noticed DH using my towel a lot so I just get myself a fresh one every time.
6) I like toasted peanut butter and pickle sandwiches (gotta be bread & butter pickles, though)
I'm gonna be lazy and break the rules. I don't feel like tagging anyone, so I will just let you tag yourself if you feel like participating. Tag, you're it!! Now, post me a comment and let me know you did this me-me so I can learn 6 weird things about you. C'mon, you know you wanna.
This was fun! Thanks, Wendy!
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Also, and this is sort of off subject, but I recently stopped shaving my legs. It's not the first time I have gone on razor strike. There is something very liberating about being able to shower without having to take the time and effort shaving my underarms and legs. My husband claims that he doesn't mind it at all. I want to believe him, but I look down at my chubby white legs, covered in DARK coarse hair, and it turns me off! :) I hate that I just can't think my legs are nice the way they are and that society has successfully conditioned me to believe that smooth hairless legs = femininity. The pits don't bother me as much....it's just the legs. I'd like to be able to wear skirts and capri pants, but I can't help but be embarrassed by my hairy hobbit legs. I had slacks on at church the other day, and when I crossed my legs I looked down and saw the super long dark hairs on my exposed ankle and it made me shudder.....and then I hoped nervously that no one else noticed. I hate shaving, but I also hate being so self conscious about showing even an inch of my legs. Maybe I just need to get over the embarrassment and go on. If my husband isn't grossed out by my man-hair, I guess I shouldn't be either. 






