Meme Schmeme

Well, it was only a matter of time before I got tagged. I suppose it's Karma or Irony or some such thing since I once made fun of them. But how can I turn down someone as charming and gracious as IzzyMom? Since this one seems marginally less dorky than some I've seen, I'll happily join in. I'm told Dooce did it, and I suppose what's good for the Dooce is good for the Gander, er..Antagonist.

Six Weird things about me:

1. I have double jointed elbows and they will bend so far in the opposite direction that it freaks people out. For that reason, I don't often demonstrate this skill. It really serves no purpose, except I suppose I could more easily free myself from a straightjacket, if the need ever arose.

2. I am addicted to butter. Hey...I grew up in Wisconsin, it's a dairy state. I put it on everything. I cook everything in it. Or I did, before I changed my ways to shed some post-smoking, post-pregnancy, post-dance-every-night-single-life weight. Once, while visiting my parents, we took my husband to a local pub type place that is moderately famous for it's hamburgers and fishburgers. My husband was horrified to find butter dripping from his double cheeseburger. Now you see how I acquired said addiction.

3. I can't sleep in a bed with clean sheets if I haven't had a shower. Even if I showered that morning, I must shower again. It just seems WRONG to put a dirty body into clean sheets. Likewise, I cannot put on pre-worn anything after having a shower, even if I only wore it for a very short period of time prior to the shower. Particularly underwear and socks. My boys and my husband have no such qualms.

4. I have a weird matching quirk, which sometimes manifests itself in very peculiar ways. For instance, I must use the same brand of shampoo and conditioner. I cannot use Paul Mitchell shampoo, and Biolage conditioner. I will, in desperation, but it bugs me. A lot. I can't use B&BW lotion, and then some use some unrelated fragrance. If I wear Cotton Blossom lotion, then I must use Cotton Blossom body splash. When my boys were younger, I used to dress them head to toe in the same name brand. I simply could not mix a Carter's shirt with a pair of Oshkosh B'Gosh pants. I know, I'm a loon. Needless to say, eclecticism is not a concept that I embrace, except when it comes to music.

5. I don't like foods to mix, unless they are supposed to, as in the case of a casserole, or lasagne, or something of that nature. If I am served mashed potatoes, peas and Swiss Steak, they should not, under any circumstances, enter my mouth, together. Some people have a thing about foods touching on their plate but that's really fine with me unless it's something really gross like, beet juice soaking my dinner roll. But something about combined textures in my mouth makes me queasy. (save it...it's all been said before by my pervy husband)

6. I habitually pick the mascara off of my eyelashes. I have done this for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, I put on extra coats of mascara just so I can pick it off. I think it started when I wore glasses and my eyelashes, which are very long, would rub against my glasses and leave specks on the lenses. I would pick the mascara just off the tips, at first, to prevent that, and it just progressed from there. The older I get, the more sparse my lashes become, so these days I try to wash my mascara off before the picking compulsion overwhelms me.

Alright, now that I have revealed myself to be a complete nutcase, I'll go back to posting things that make me seem all normal and highbrow and stuff.

M and Kirdy, you've been tagged. Don't hate me. Izzy made me do it.