So I've been tagged. How cool is that? I know that there are all these rules I'm supposed to follow about recognizing the person who tagged me (What up, Nicki? Check out her blog, Grin and Baer It listed in my blog list to the left) and tag a bunch of other people. Here's the thing -- not only am I sort of lazy but it's also tech week (well, technically, I guess not anymore since we opened tonight) so, well, I'm playing the diva and, as Cartman would say, "I do what I want!"
What intrigues me about the tagging thing (other than the fact that it has brought some new people to my blog to visit) is the item that says I'm supposed to list "six unspectacular quirks" about myself. That sounds sort of fun. I don't know that these quirks are unspectacular or not, but they're all mine, baby!
1. I LOVE cucumbers but I HATE pickles. Like my dream salad is pretty much lettuce, a ton of cucumbers, and a little bit of raspberry vinaigrette, but if a pickle so much as even touches my plate, I freak out.
2. I love Barry Manilow. I'm sorry. I can't help it. The guy is a flipping genius!
3. I really tend to be a slave to routine. It's one of the hardest things I face during the summer -- a day full of open possibilities. I sometimes struggle with the "aimlessness" of those kinds of days. Which leads to number 4 . . . .
4. I can be a little on the OCD side. I brush my teeth so many strokes, I spray so many spritzes of my perfume, I like my food to be label side out in the cupboard, my CDs and DVDs are meticulously alphabetized. The only thing I am not particularly OCD about is my books and that's probably because I have so many that truly organizing them the way I'd like would be a Herculean task.
5. I am really disgusted by lumpy things (with the exception of mashed potatoes, which I like on the lumpy side). I think it goes back to when I was a child and we were in some restaurant and this man came in whose skin was all lumpy -- like covered in boils. I was so horrified that it gave me nightmares for days. To this day, I can't stand to look at lumpy things.
6. I have to fall asleep with the television on. I don't know if it's the slight flicker of light or the lull of the voices, but I have a really hard time falling asleep without it.
So . . . those are my quirks. Will anyone still talk to me now?