Thursday, August 28, 2008

Tagged- 6 Quirks

I was tagged for this list of 6 quirks by my friend Lisa about two days ago. I have been straining my brain to think what quirks I have, and every time I think of one I have written it down so I won’t forget. Now to all of you readers out there, you will think that these are weird, but to me they are perfectly normal. Although, as I look back over this “normal” quirks list I will not be surprised to find that some of you will no longer claim that you know me.

Quirk #1: (This one is the longest one because I am really passionate about this) I am a sheet freak!!! Yes, a sheet freak. Since Andrew and I got married this quirk has caused a great deal of bedroom stress. I don’t know where to begin with the making of the bed. I have to tuck the bottom of the sheets into the bed TIGHT. During the night if the sheets are pulled up to far above my head it wakes me up. I have been known to jump out of bed in a huff at all hours of the night to pull the sheets down and tuck them back in. I cannot get into my bed at night unless it is made. I make the bed as soon as I roll out of it in the morning, and if by some chance it is not made all day I cannot just crawl into the sheets and go to sleep, no. . . I have to make the bed and then turn the covers down before going to bed. I also change the sheet often; I just sleep best in clean sheets. I have gotten better after having children, but I used to change the sheets at least 2 times a week. Having children has lightened me up a little bit, but I still change them at least once a week. None of this 2-4 week sheet bachelor life for me. The last thing is I have to have nice sheets. I cannot sleep on cheap “sandpaper” sheets. They have to be %100 cotton. Yes, they are expensive, but luckily my Mom shares this weird quirk and often gives me sheets for Christmas. (Most people would not like sheets as a gift, but I LOVE it.)

Quirk #2: I am also a towel freak. I have gotten better on this too. I used to use 3 towels when I showered, but I have cut it down to two. I just don’t understand how to shower with one towel. I have to have a body towel and a head towel, and they cannot get mixed up. (I usually use different colors so I can remember which is which the next day) I have a body towel to dry off my body with and then of course the other is to dry my face, wrap around my hair and head. I cannot stand the idea drying my face and putting a towel on my head that I dried my hinny with. SICK! I know most people are 1 towel users, and I feel like Crammer on Seinfeld when he goes into a mens shower at the gym to take notes on how to take a shorter shower. I need to watch someone after a shower to find out how they use one towel. (especially those with long hair, how do you dry off without your long hair getting you all wet?)

Quirk #3: I sleep with a pillow between my knees. I cannot sleep with my legs touching each other and I have this round smiley face pillow my sister gave me years ago for Christmas and I have to sleep with it every night between my knees. I keep it right under my side of the bed and pull it out every night when I crawl under the nice crisp (not wrinkled) sheets. I can make due with a blanket or substitute pillow when we are away from home, but I never sleep as well.

Quirk #4: I keep lists, calendars, and planners but once I’ve written something down, I generally don’t look at it again. I just make a mental note. When I taught school my mental notes occasionally failed me and got me into a few binds. Oops!

Quirk #5: I categorize my shopping list. (This is the list I keep and look at over and over) Here is an example. Let’s say I am going grocery shopping to Walmart. I have my list split into where things are located in the store such as dairy, fresh produce, meat, boxed and canned goods, paper products, ect. The problem is I make my list on a piece of paper as I think about it thoughout the week, then I have to rewrite my list before going shopping, and I usually end up going back and forth across the store anyway so I am not sure that my departmentalized list even helps.

Quirk #6: This weird habit manifested itself in high school when I was taking keyboarding. (The most useful class I’ve taken in all my education.) Anyway, when we learned the correct fingers to use when typing I started “air typing”. I would mentally type everything I read or heard. In a conversation with someone my fingers where always moving because I was typing the conversation. I quickly learned which fingers to use when typing because I practiced in the car, at home, at church, at the mall, in class, everywhere. Just when I thought that this habit went away I started in my Deaf Education degree and began sign language. You can guess that I started finger spelling everything. Sometimes I still find my fingers moving when I am driving along in the car, I am just spelling all the road signs. Strange Hu?

Tag you’re it- I challenge you to top those quirks: Brandi, Angela, Allison, Lindsay, Megan, Melanie, Trish, Alicia, Shelley, & Mom.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Two Much Help

At the begining of the summer I bought the kids bike helmets to wear while they rode in the bike trailer behind my bike. As you can see it is a good thing that Kimball wears his while he rides his bike because he thinks he is Evil Knievel.


This is Kimball on his bike that Grandpa Dave & Grandma Connie found for him at a yard sale for $2.00. It was purple until Kimball and Daddy spray painted it blue.
Here is Hazel on her $.50 yard sale "bike". She has to wear her helmet too to be like her big brother. Notice her black boots. If she does not have on these boots then she has on her cowboy boots. She would sleep in boots if I would let her.

I was trying to mop the floor tonight while the kids were outside riding their bikes. As you can see I had some assistance from my two little helpers. Actually Kimball is finishing the floor all by himself as I am posting this. I won't complain about the help because he usually does a really good job.




Tuesday, August 26, 2008

And Down The Stretch They Come!


Grandpa Dave found us another spring horse at a yard sale.....just as I was rolling my eyes at yet ANOTHER toy that we DON'T need, I decided to pin Hazel up against Kimball in a good ol" fashioned horse race. After a photo finish, the race was too close to call!

Saturday, August 23, 2008

gwamma jammies



Ever since Grandma Black made jammies for all the granddaughters for Christmas, we've tried to get Hazel to wear hers, but for some reason she refused. A couple of nights ago she saw them and said she wanted to "wear Gwammas Jammies" Now she wants to wear them every night!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Invasion




Andrew had the day off on Monday so we spent the day together at a little lake. We decided to have a picnic lunch. We were so excited to find a nice table in the shade and pulled out our lunch. Minutes later we saw a squirrel. . . no wait 15 or 20 squirrels. We could hardly eat our lunch because these pesky rodents wouldn't leave us alone. After a few minutes of sitting eating our lunch Andrew and I had to stand and walk around the table to fend off the things. Hazel thought that they were just so funny that she wouldn't even eat her lunch. After eating a sandwich and a few chips we were on our way out. Just to see what would happen as we walked away we threw a few crumbs under the table, they didn't even wait until we were gone.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Family home.....DAY!

I had the weekend off and used Becky's 10 year High School class reunion as an excuse to go to Idaho to go fishing with my brothers and Dad. We had a great time with family and friends for the weekend.
I had Monday off as well so we took a trip exploring up through our new mountainous backyard. We took our little rubber raft and found Silver Lake up Big Cotton Wood Canyon to be fun despite the touristy place that it is. We then headed up over the pass into Park City and went shopping for our obligatory coordinating outfits for our upcoming family photos.....after all afternoon shopping, we almost have everyone outfitted (everyone except me).
So we counted it as fhe, although it was neither home, nor evening.