I Guess I Am a Little Quirky!

Who would have thought? Please don't answer that. Thank goodness this is NOT a post asking YOU to post my quirks in the comment section. I for sure would have my 10 comments (probably more) in one day! LOL.

Liberty tagged me, and I told her that it would take me a few days to think of what to write because I try not to focus on my quirks/flaws. Really, I do. I have too many people already willing to point them out, so I figure, "hey do yourself a favor and just try not to focus on it."

But guess what, when I started thinking about it they just started coming. Anyway here it is.

The RULES
1. Link the person who tagged you...Liberty
2. Post these rules.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them

Okay, you asked for them...

1. When I get tagged in the blog world, I often feel the need to do a little introduction/preface (like the one in this post) to the tag. You know just like you would find in a book. But who reads those anyway? Guess what? I do. I know I'm a nerd. Please tell me you read mine too, if you don't just pretend that you do.

2. I tell little white lies not to hurt people's feelings. I know it's wrong, but I do. It was pointed out to me this week, in a nice way, by a non-member (Shutter at the thought of me being such a bad example). She said that she knows I try to teach my children about being honest, and so I should be honest and straight forward, if it hurts feelings...oh well. This is what brought that up. I was telling her about someone who visited our ward this summer from another state. They were here vacationing and they invited Ariel (just Ariel--trust me I tried to invite myself) to their hotel pool to swim. I tried to tell them that I am a crazy overprotective mom, but they looked at me kinda weird and said, "Don't worry, I'll be down by the pool with them". Well, I didn't want them to feel bad by insinuating that I thought they were going to do something bad to my child, so I said, "I'm sorry, Ariel has an orthodontist appointment."
I think the non-members advice was right. I should have just been honest because guess what? Those people later asked if they could take Ariel to the beach! No she did not go.

3. I guess that is another quirk: I don't let my kids be or go with just anyone. I have to really know and trust you. My kids are my greatest treasure, not going to leave them with just anyone!

4. I don't sit on toilet seats except at my house or those of family members (well, most family members, and no I'm not telling which ones). And when my girls have to, I literally take about a half of roll of TP and cover the toilet seat--I have trained them to do this as well. OH, and I definitely do not touch the handles when I flush (hello, I use my foot) or the faucets or door handles after I wash my hands. Can I say how much I love Germ-X?! When we are at a hotel, I bring cleaning supplies and clean the bathroom first! I really do.

5. I have a weak stomach. VERY WEAK! If you want to make me throw up, just do or say something gross, or throw-up yourself. I can't even be near my girls when they throw up. Don't believe me? Ask Mike.

6. The beds in my house have to be made every morning BEFORE we leave the house. I can't stand for the beds not to be made or the thought of going to sleep in a bed that has not been made. YIKES!

Okay, I know that it only said 6, but I guess I'm on a role and it's kind of therapeutic for me to see all these weird quirks about myself. So here's a few more.

Enjoy. I know you are because reading about how weird I am makes you feel a little more normal right? You know I'm right.

You're Welcome.

7. I don't always follow rules when I'm tagged in the blog world.

8. I always drink water in restaurants. I know the wait staff thinks "Cheap" (trust me, I used to wait tables), but it really is the drink I LOVE. But the quirk is this: now I ask for the lemons to be brought out on the side. DO NOT PUT THEM IN MY DRINK OR ANYWHERE NEAR MY CUP. I don't know if you properly wash them. Hey, I'm an informed consumer--I watch all the news reports. I prefer to squeeze the juice in the water myself and then GERM-X my hands. If you can REALLY convince me that you wash the lemons, I might consider putting it in my water.

9. When I vacuum, I like to see straight lines. I know crazy.

10. Oh, I don't like to drink milk or things like that at peoples houses. Don't know if they ever drink from the bottle.

11. and I don't drink milk past the expiration date. NO WAY. NEVER.

12. Don't ever ask me to eat from your plate, to share your food or drink, or take just a bite or sip. I'm not into sharing germs. YUCK, YUCK, YUCK. A long time ago, I was at an Enrichment meeting, and a sister said I could have a bite of her already eaten dessert (there was no more) and I was like " oh, no thank you. I didn't really want any" (another white lie, as to not hurt feelings because she got the last piece). She was very persistent. Finally, in the nicest way possible, I said, I just don't like to eat after people. She said, not kidding, "Oh, you are really going to need therapy one day. My brother was just like you." LOL. She's probably right.

13. Don't know if this is a quirk, but I still think it's funny. You know when people talk into their "blue tooth" or whatever those things are called. (Mike would be shaking his head in embarrassment right about now if he were reading this). Well, I often think those people are talking to ME. Yes, I know that is a little self absorbed, but I do. So, I'll try to answer them, and not just once. I have done this SOOO many times I can't count. Can you say H-U-M-I-L-I-A-T-I-N-G, especially when I realize that the perfect stranger is talking to someone besides ME. So now I'm a little more leary. One time while visiting my mother-in-laws ward, this guy said "good bye" along with something else, but I saw that he was holding his cell phone so I thought he was talking to someone else. So I ignored him. Well, guess what? He was talking to ME. He looked at me weird and I said, "Oh, were you talking to me"?

Okay, I'm gonna stop with 13 (hey, at least you know I don't have a quirk about the number 13), but if you want to know more, I'm sure Mike and my kids will humor you with many, many more things. Gotta go call a therapist now. Cya.

Oh man, I almost forgot: I'm tagging: Susan, Lisanka, Chrissy, Ann, Brooke, and Annie.

Post Update: Even if you don't normally read comments, you may want to read them for this post. I think you will be surprised!