I’m quirky and I know it!
When I woke up this morning I recognised one of mine and had to have a little chuckle to myself…
I’d realised that I had slept like a vampire. You know, like you see in movies (okay – old school vampires) – on my back, laid out straight as a board, with arms crossed over my chest – dead still.
For one, sleeping still is pretty unusual for me. You see, I’m a night wriggle pot, leg thrasher, doona hog, sheet stealer, blanket wrestler. So sleeping still for one thing was a bit of a miracle!
And that led me to thinking about my other quirks…
I mean, generally I’m know I’m a quirky person – something I’ve only realised and accepted over the last few years (since I’ve been blogging…hmmmm).
But I certainly do have some other ‘unique’ (eccentric) quirks, as do we all!
I must – MUST! – put my left sock on before my right. Insane right? As a kid I believed that putting my right sock on first was unlucky and so it’s carried forward to today…god knows where I picked that up from!
When I drink a cup of tea, I always leave a bit in the bottom of the cup. I’m not quite sure where this comes from. My Nan or Mum? Our English heritage? The fact that it gets cold by the time you reach the bottom and cold tea is just wwww? Or does this stem from when I was a biscuit dunker, and I needed to avoid the soggy biscuit dregs at the bottom of the cup?
I’m a vacuum?
Or rather, I am a hoover, as D like to remind me every time I eat. Apparently I eat so god damn fast! He actually calls me a Kalgoorlie Hoover, cause that’s where I’m from, and apparently its a real bogan, Kalgoorlie Ripper thing to do…
Okay, I’ve tried to slow down, but every time I eat it’s like I go into a food trance…don’t come between Janine and her food!
It certainly beats Janine being HANGRY (hungry-angry) though…
I work very hard to get every last bit of moisturiser, toothpaste, conditioner, anything…out of the bottle. This may be a result of being really poor…or I am just a tight ass…
My laughter makes babies cry
I do like to think of my laughter as contagious. That I can make people happy just by laughing.
In reality, I don’t think I do…My laughter has been know to make babies cry and get me in trouble with General Managers in corporate offices. People also look at me funny in restaurants. I mean, I don’t need alcohol…I just laugh loud! But add alcohol…I’m even louder baby!
I’m a tom boy…
I’m more like a man than a woman. And these days, I tend to hang with the boys or hang with girls who aren’t girly girls…I just don’t fit in. I mean, I don’t get my nails done, I don’t love shoes, I don’t squeal…and I didm’t watch Sex and the City…
I also hated hugs, hand holding, and saying the ‘L’ word for years…in fact, my boyfriends were more affectionate than me!
Affection – pah. And Valentines day – the WORST day of the year!
But…I’m coming round. Damn you D-man…you’ve change me! I now love snuggles, hugs, hand holding, walks along the beach AND I’m and fantasising about a nice wedding dress. Stranger things have happened, I guess