Kicking off this crazy week of mine I decided to jump into the Eclectic Six Monday Mojo Meme! Todays topic is
Five Things No One Knows About You.
Honestly, this is tough for me because I am such an open book. I dont mind telling it all and telling it just exactly like it is. I think if you can not laugh at yourself – and all of your past screw ups which I have plenty of – then you really need to lighten up.
1. I have major issues with food.
Most everyone who knows me know I am seriously weirded out when it comes to meat. I can not eat anything that has a bone in it at all. In fact I cant even watch someone eat something that has a bone in it. When Mike used to go out for hot wings (thank God he gets boneless now) he would laugh at all of the different shades of green I could turn. However – put any kind of shellfish in front of me and I am tear it up like a barbarian. For some reason that doesnt gross me out the way real bones do.
But I have issues with other food too – like citrus. My favorite flavor for anything is orange… but I can not eat an orange. The pulp makes me gag. I can’t even choke down orange juice unless it is 100% pulp free.
2. I got my Drivers License in a Parking Lot.
Mike will tell you that anyone who has ever ridden with me probably assumes this anyway. There are actually a couple reasons for this. One, when my second Dad Steve was teaching me to drive in East Hill, I got scared when a ball came bouncing into the road and a child running after it. I had to slam on brakes and it scared me so bad I refused to get behind the wheel for a while. I missed the enrollment for Drivers Ed at my school, so I had to take it at another school in Pensacola. Being that I was the only one from Gulf Breeze in the class, no one knew my name, they just all called me Breeze. I took the “test” with the Drivers Ed teacher thinking that I had to pass that to take the REAL test… but when I went to the Gulf Breeze DMV with the paper he gave me – from the test in the parking lot – they handed me a Drivers License.
3. I am FA-NA-TI-CAL about oral hygiene.
I am not sure there is any bigger turn off than bad oral hygiene. Seriously. When I got braces back in middle school I was so paranoid that I would have something stuck in them that I got in the habit of brushing my teeth 6-8 times a day. It stuck with me even after my braces were off until a dentist told me I was harming my teeth by brushing too much. Who knew that was even possible!? I backed off a little bit but I catch myself lately getting fanatical again. My friend Chris still harasses me that I was the only person he ever dated that carried a toothbrush in my purse at all times.
Other people’s oral hygiene is a biggie for me too. Trust me when I tell you that I can tell when the last time was you brushed. I am that crazy about it. And I really dont think I am the only one like this.
4. I am also fanatical about fingernails.
I am a big supporter of acrylic nails. I have had mine since my freshman year … of high school. So since I was 14 years old. There have been a few spurts of not having them, but for the most part, every 2.5 weeks I get them filled – and by the same person every time for like 5 years now.
Dirty nails might be the second biggest turn off in the whole World for me… and it is a very very close second. I dont care if you are a mechanic – there is no excuse for nasty nails. Ranks right up there with nasty teeth. Both will make me gag.
5. I have moved NINETEEN TIMES since I was 11 years old.
And no, I am not a military brat. I was a military wife though – briefly – but sadly that only accounts for 3 of those moves. Mike doesnt understand when I tell him I am longing to “put down roots” and that I would be happy to live in this house for the rest of our lives. He has only lived in 3 or 4 places, so the idea of moving to him still has some appeal. Between my parents divorce, hurricanes, my own marriage/divorce, etc the very idea of moving makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.
I absolutely love this home we have now – a huge open floor plan with a nice back yard, vaulted ceilings, fireplace, two car garage, on a cul-de-sac in a fantastic neighborhood… it is everything I could ever want in a house. I also want my girls to have a place to call “home” that 20 years from now they can STILL call home. Someone else lives in my childhood home, so “home” for me is really East Hill – where I lived after the hurricanes blew us off the beach, and where I went back for a while to pick up the pieces after my divorce. But Mike wants something bigger. So far I am winning on the “can’t we just live here forever?!” battle… we shall see.
I think that’s it – just further evidence that I am totally nuts, right? 🙂