On her blog When I Grow Up RDL, (who is not my cousin Reva, despite the fact that they have the same initials, both held a bar mitzvahs for their sons recently, both come from Jersey, and both have husbands who aren’t as great as they are,) posted ten habits about herself. I thought I’d join in the fun, so here goes:
10 Weird Things/Habits About Myself
1. My right thumb and my left thumb are different shapes and sizes. Right is short of stumpy and fat, and left is normalish. I didn’t notice it until college.
2. I keep all my receipts and staple them to my credit card statement after checking to make sure they match up. One time, I found I was charged for a $6 purchase twice, and I procrastinated calling and then forgot about it until now. I still staple my receipts, though.
3. Before going on a long car ride, I like to play Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit.” It gets me AMPED!
4. When I lived in the city, if the escalator in my station was not working, I would count the steps from the platform to my apartment. It usually came out to 181, which was cool since I lived on 181st St.
5. I have an irrational fear of looking at mirrors in the dark. I’ll close my eyes if I have to walk by a mirror late at night.
6. I sleep with a teddy bear. I just have to hold on to something to prop me up. Even when Birmingham stays the night, I eventually roll over and hold the bear. When I’m away from home, I’ll use a sweatshirt or a towel in the bear’s place, but it’s not the same.
7. I have this weird patch of dry skin in the right side of my nose, on the septum. I try not to touch it in public, but it’s just so damn tempting. If you’ve ever seen me do this, please, keep it to yourself and know that I’m not picking boogies.
8. While I go through periods where I don’t drink it, I think that Cranapple juice is the finest beverage in the world, and nothing beats the feeling of it going down the pipes first thing in the morning.
9. Every month or so, I google the boyfriend I had in summer camp. I don’t think I’ve found him yet, but when I do, he’ll pay for breaking my heart.
10. When my alarm clock goes off, I get right up. I’m not a fan of the snooze button. Don’t ask me how I do this, I just do.
So do you want to play along? If so, leave me a message in the comments.
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Posted by Hope V on May 2, 2007 at 4:49 pm
Oh my goodness, I do the same thing with my bear. It’s the position it holds my arm in that helps me fall asleep and when I go someplace else I ALSO use a shirt or something else in it’s place. I’m glad I’m not the only one. I’ve also had the bear since I was born, and it’s a little raggity…I love him none the less.
Posted by Hope V on May 2, 2007 at 4:52 pm
p.s. How DO you get up right away when the alarm goes off?! Please share your secret with me because I can not for the life of me ever get up without first pushing the snooze until the last possible second. I even set multiple alarms. The only thing that works is if I put the alarm across the room, but that just makes me angry.
Posted by The Dutchess of Kickball on May 2, 2007 at 5:36 pm
I too slept with a teddy bear until about a year ago. This is when I moved into my house and for the first time in my entire life my bed was in the middle of the room instead of against a wall. This is when the bear started to fall on the floor in the middle of the night and Olivia the dog ate his eyes out. As this was my prized possesion this just would not do. I decided the dog was going to have to keep me in proper sleeping position instead. But let me tell you, when she decides ehd doesn’t want to cuddle, I have no idea what to do with my arm!
Posted by stefanie on May 2, 2007 at 8:34 pm
I may play along, but I am already a meme tag behind and I’ve also probably done quite enough lists and posts glorifying all the weird things about myself. So maybe I shouldn’t play after all. I remain noncommital.
As for #10… I am in awe. I can think of several reasons I may not be cut out to live with a man, and my inability to get up without snoozing multiple times first is near the top of that ridiculous list. So I commend you, my friend.
Posted by Noelle on May 3, 2007 at 1:20 am
hope – I’m glad I’m not the only one!
Dutchess – I can’t believe you still talk to Olivia! I would have been very sad.
Stefanie – okay, here’s my secret: I keep the alarm clock across the room, and I just don’t let myself get back in the bed. It’s not easy, and I never enjoy it.
Okay, also, the cat cries her head off if I snooze. If she ever dies I may become a snoozer.
Posted by rdl on May 3, 2007 at 2:20 am
love, love, love these. Great job!!
Posted by lizgwiz on May 3, 2007 at 2:16 pm
You…don’t use the snooze? I’m amazed, simply amazed. Once I walked in late (as per usual) to a class in college and the professor said, without missing a beat, “So, we were just discussing the merits of snooze alarms. What are your thoughts?” Hee.
I keep all my debit card receipts together with a binder clip in my purse until they clear my bank account. That’s my method of “balancing” my checkbook.
Posted by Noelle on May 3, 2007 at 2:25 pm
rdl – thanks, and thanks for the inspiration!
liz – don’t feel ashamed. Like I said, I don’t know how I do it. The problem then is that I don’t understand why anyone else can’t wake up right away. Let me say, it’s caused more than one fight with my dear old Birmingham.
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