Just for fun

I got “tagged” on myspace, and thought I’d include it over here too. I know I’ve been silent for a long time, but more is coming soon, I promise!

Lindsay, I’m doing this for you! Okay, six weird things about myself… I guess I’ve taken a lot of flack for some of these things through the years, so it won’t hurt to tell a few more people…

1. I still sleep with a blankie. No, not a “blanket;� a blankie (I guess you could spell it with a “y� at the end if you wanted to). My mom gave it to me when I was born, and I’ve been unable to part with it. I finally came to complete terms with my attachment disorder somewhere in college, realizing that it really is here to stay, yes, my future husband will sleep with me AND the blankie, and NO, I never plan on trying to work through my “issues.� So don’t talk to me about it.

2. I’m a really finicky sleeper — I can mostly only sleep well in my own bed, in utter darkness, with no sound except for the soothing white noise of a fan. I have my special neck therapeutic thingy pillow, my blankie, my cat, and a down comforter. That is my happy place. I’m not a huge fan of sleepovers, and I get REALLY grumpy when my routine is messed with Maybe I’m open to growth in this area.

3. Every time I travel, I over-pack (except for once, I was so proud of myself!). It’s tricky though, when I have to have my small down comforter for the plane/car ride; my big digital SLR camera with extra accessories for the incredible shots I know I’ll get; 5 books to choose from for reading pleasure cuz I don’t know what kind of mood I might be in when it comes to actually scanning them; clothes for all kinds of weather just in case the weather man was on acid when he gave the reports and Tuesday brings snow while Wednesday melts it all away; some snacks in case the plane food is scary; water cuz plane water cups never hold enough and everyone knows dehydration is a big issue when flying on a jet plane and who wants to get sick and pass out?; paper in case I want to write; my laptop in case I want to watch a movie… and the list goes on. Yeah, I think I’m making myself ill. Maybe next time I’ll just go with the clothes on my back, money and a passport. That sounds refreshing.

4. I chew the two lower inside corners of my mouth (and so does my sister… WEIRD!).

5. I have a foot phobia. Until recently, I did not particularly care for anyone touching my feet. Now I can tolerate it in certain moods with certain people in certain circumstances. I CANNOT tolerate feet touching me (thanks Bran and Bre for the painful torture).

6. I feel like the most beautiful creature on the planet when my hair is perfectly curly (it’s happened, like, twice ever).