Since Kristie tagged me, and was nice enough to explain what tagging is (writing 7 things most people don't know about you) here they are...
1. I get super crabby when I'm hungry. But if Ben tries to bring this to my attention nicely by asking me if I've eaten anything (because he can tell I'm a little edgy) then I tend to bite his head off. Pardon the pun...haha...oh man, that was a bad joke.
2. One of my pet peeves is when people use the wrong form of there/their/they're. I know this sounds harsh, but misuse causes me to judge people as less than competent (Read: stupid).
3. I love office supplies. I don't know why, but just buying new pens, pencils, post-its, binders, folders, etc. makes me feel organized. It doesn't make much sense I know, but back-to-school supply shopping is like Christmas to me.
4. Feet are like private parts to me. It's actually my family's philosophy that you should keep your feet to yourself, yet Natalie and I wear flip-flops quite often. This labels us as "toe sluts" in our family. Many people that wear sandals just shouldn't. And if you're worried right now that I might be giving you a hint that your feet are not fit to be shared, you probably shouldn't worry, because usually those people that have disgusting, dry, cracked, smelly feet don't pick up on subtle hints like these, much less those of normal social acceptability.
5. I hate mascots/clowns/people that sing to me with or without a guitar. All of these things make me very uncomfortable. I don't know what it is, but clowns make me very afraid. They're not funny, they don't make me happy. Why are they allowed to be in parades? Clowns should not be celebrated and waved at. It's just not funny for freaks with Ronald McDonald hair to spray innocent bystanders with water from a crude flower on their chest. Mascots are just like clowns with exaggerated features. You know their eyes are really where the character's mouth is, but your everyday experience tells you to look where their eyes are. It's just not right. Enough said. People that sing to other people without their consent are weird. I can't think of a more awkward time than when I've been sung to in a full-out performance voice. Where do you look while this is going on? Are you supposed to look them in the eye? Do you look at the ground? Do you look up once in a while to fake an encouraging smile? I don't like it when people sing like they mean it because it just makes me feel embarrassed for them.
6. I have very hairy legs. I was blessed to get my dad's hair follicles, so alas, I must shave each and every day to keep it under control. You know how a lot of men get a 5 o'clock shadow on their face? Yeah, I get a 5 o'clock shadow on my legs. Gross, I know. But at least I stay warm in the winter. :)
7. Last, but not necessarily best of all, I have a serious shoe fetish. Going shoe shopping is like discovering long-lost friends. I'm on top of the world when I'm wearing a cute pair of shoes. I think that the shoes make or break and outfit for sure. You can tell a lot about a person not only by what kind of shoes they're wearing, but also the condition that they keep them in.
So, now that I've shared my deep dark secrets, Brooke, Katie, and Brooklin....tag you're it!
1. I get super crabby when I'm hungry. But if Ben tries to bring this to my attention nicely by asking me if I've eaten anything (because he can tell I'm a little edgy) then I tend to bite his head off. Pardon the pun...haha...oh man, that was a bad joke.
2. One of my pet peeves is when people use the wrong form of there/their/they're. I know this sounds harsh, but misuse causes me to judge people as less than competent (Read: stupid).
3. I love office supplies. I don't know why, but just buying new pens, pencils, post-its, binders, folders, etc. makes me feel organized. It doesn't make much sense I know, but back-to-school supply shopping is like Christmas to me.
4. Feet are like private parts to me. It's actually my family's philosophy that you should keep your feet to yourself, yet Natalie and I wear flip-flops quite often. This labels us as "toe sluts" in our family. Many people that wear sandals just shouldn't. And if you're worried right now that I might be giving you a hint that your feet are not fit to be shared, you probably shouldn't worry, because usually those people that have disgusting, dry, cracked, smelly feet don't pick up on subtle hints like these, much less those of normal social acceptability.
5. I hate mascots/clowns/people that sing to me with or without a guitar. All of these things make me very uncomfortable. I don't know what it is, but clowns make me very afraid. They're not funny, they don't make me happy. Why are they allowed to be in parades? Clowns should not be celebrated and waved at. It's just not funny for freaks with Ronald McDonald hair to spray innocent bystanders with water from a crude flower on their chest. Mascots are just like clowns with exaggerated features. You know their eyes are really where the character's mouth is, but your everyday experience tells you to look where their eyes are. It's just not right. Enough said. People that sing to other people without their consent are weird. I can't think of a more awkward time than when I've been sung to in a full-out performance voice. Where do you look while this is going on? Are you supposed to look them in the eye? Do you look at the ground? Do you look up once in a while to fake an encouraging smile? I don't like it when people sing like they mean it because it just makes me feel embarrassed for them.
6. I have very hairy legs. I was blessed to get my dad's hair follicles, so alas, I must shave each and every day to keep it under control. You know how a lot of men get a 5 o'clock shadow on their face? Yeah, I get a 5 o'clock shadow on my legs. Gross, I know. But at least I stay warm in the winter. :)
7. Last, but not necessarily best of all, I have a serious shoe fetish. Going shoe shopping is like discovering long-lost friends. I'm on top of the world when I'm wearing a cute pair of shoes. I think that the shoes make or break and outfit for sure. You can tell a lot about a person not only by what kind of shoes they're wearing, but also the condition that they keep them in.
So, now that I've shared my deep dark secrets, Brooke, Katie, and Brooklin....tag you're it!
1 comment:
Melinda! I dig the post! I friggin' hate mascots and clowns, too. Just about the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life was when Big Blue snuggled with a particularly private person I know for like 2 solid minutes at a basketball game. Hilarious, but mostly because I was far away. I had forgotten that you were a toe slut, but I still love you.
And by the way, I read Twilight and New Moon. I don't care how juvenile and cheesy they are, I loved them. LOVED. I'm pretty sure I didn't shower during that read.
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