Pet peeves

mis pronunctication
curtains just at the corner of the window
flat pillows instead of propped pillows
things not being stacked in size order
left lane interstate drivers
slow walkers at walmart
"real" doctor

Like a rose

I wish I knew how I smelled.  Writing that makes it look silly and makes me feel like a dweeb, but it's still true.  Ya know, everyone has their own smell.  My friend Angie I could pick out of a line up.  Same with her cousin Brock.  I could find my mom, I could find Zac (especially if his shoes are off hahaha), I could find Baby Ollie and my Aunt Jamie.  I know how they smell.  None of them smell bad, aside from Zac's feet but I forgive him for that because the rest of him smells nice.  They just have their smells. 

 I think I have kind of a weak smell.  I walk into a Subway and I smell like I've rolled in onions.  I even look at a campfire and I'm Smokey the freakin Bear.  Let's put it this way, if my smell were in a wrestling match, it would be tapping out shortly after the whistle.  I try to change it.  I lotion.  I body spray.  But I think even my artificial smell is subtle.  I could be wrong though.  I could have a cartoon-like cloud of stink like Pepe Le Pew.  That's the thing about smell, you're not to sensitive to your own. 

I know I probably smell like my house and everyone's house is distinct.  That scares me a little bit.  I'm afraid I'm a terrible combination of candles, taco meat, and nail polish.  Annie stopped by the other day with Ollie.  First thing she said was "No offence, but it smells like garbage in here."  I was oblivious.  I mean, it is what happens when you put the hamburger wrappers in the trash right after you just put in a new garbage bag.  Don't ya hate when that happens?  You just took out the garbage and now you know you are gonna have to do it the next day too.  I digress.  Like I said, I'm a little paranoid about it.  I just wanna know.  Am I like a vanilla and dove soap smell?  Am I citrus and verbena?  Am I coconut and rum? (Coconut and rum hahaha I've cracked myself up!)  You get the point. 

Netflix and subtitles

I just want everyone out there to know, I LOVE NETFLIX.  Trust me, if I were a product/service as well, I would marry it.  I was sent home early from work on Monday and told not to come in yesterday due to the "storm of the century" central IL was supposed to get (which has been more of an ice storm and considerably less snow than I expected).  I did not fear for I knew there was a variety of T.V. and thousands of movies waiting for me.  I never wish I had cable instead.

When I wrote my blog about my quirks I realize I forgot to add a multitude of things, but the one I'd like to mention today.  I LOVE SUBTITLES!  I know, it's weird.  Who seriously watches movies with subtitles on when they have no hearing issues? Me!  I actually prefer to watch with the volume slightly low and the subtitles on.  

I just can't help myself subtitles are so great!  It is the only problem I have with netflix...no subtitles :(  Oh what to do, what to do?  I guess I just need to take a break from reading my movies.  

  

Quirks

Quirks, I know everyone has got them.  It just seems mine may be a little more ridiculous than others'.  Or at least that's what my husband says.  I think I just know when and where to draw a line in the sand.  There is always the possibility that I am just a little more odd than I'd like to aknowledge.  But really, is it odd that I have a whole list of words that I really dislike and, in fact, avoid both using and hearing?  I don't think so.  Review my list then tell me I'm wrong.  Words I hate:  panties, eyeball, moist, both snot and phlegm, tummy, vomit,  there are more, but lets stop there cause it's grossing me out. 

 Aside from words I dislike, there are also sounds.  I really hate the sound of styrofoam on cardboard box.  I also hate the sound papertowels make on on my husband's dry hands (he always wipes his fingers after meals, it's one of his ticks, and trust me the sound is just awful).  I hate the feedback sound that happens with PA systems every so often but I think everyone does.  Depending on the day, I also wanna plug my ears to the crunching sound snow makes under boots.  After a long afternoon at my sister's hanging drywall, I'm reminded I am not a huge fan of the squeak screws make as they bite into wood. 

There are a few more things that I really dislike.  They are touches.  I hate when I am touched under my chin.  Awful.  Maggie thinks it's hysterical since I told her both Zac and I dislike it very much.  Now she occassionally sneeks in an underchin touch and I recoil in disgust.  I also don't like whispers in my ear.  It's too close, which is odd for me, since I'm generally invading the space of others (I'm a toucher, can't help it). More recently I discovered that I can't stand for my shower curtain liner to touch me when I'm showering or bathing.  I just replaced my liner and for some reason the one I hung wants to create a freakin cocoon around me.  It seems to be at random.  One minute I'm happily showering away and the next, that curtain has snuck up on me and is plastered to my side and I have to try to slap fight that curtain away from my body.

Zac says I'm being ridiculous.  But I know that he can't stand even the thought of someone biting a terry cloth towel.  A towel, not foil which most people can't stand the thought of, but a towel.  And you all were beginning to think that I'm weird.  Now I'm curious, what are you quirks?

P.S.  Zac came to me earlier and told me he thinks we need to get a different shower curtain cause he didn't like that it tried to touch him. hahahaha!

Honesty is a virtue

As per my sisters' requests,  Annie over at The House That Jade Built and Maggie at Glitter, Paper, Scissors  The deal is that I share 10 honest things about myself with you.  Then I get to tag 5 lucky people to do the same!

1.  I hate when my legs touch when I sleep.  Silly right, but I really don't like it.  I have discovered that sleeping in leggings is the deal!  I've tried a little of everything, a pillow or the sheet, long pants.  Sheets and pants get twisted and I always kick the pillow off the bed.  I suggested to Maggie that she try leggings because she also has the same anti-touch affliction that I do, but she insisted that she "does wear leggings (disdain in her voice).  Months later I caught her though, in very attractive black leggings and her bowling for boobs shirt fresh outta bed.  She admitted she loved it.  Leggings are what its about when it comes to sleeping comfortably!

2.  I pick up hitchhikers.  Yep.  I know I know I know, not safe.   Since I moved from Carbondale I've picked up considerably fewer hitchers.  My last two were in the summer.  Two younger guys trying to get across country.  Like I told them, anyone traveling with a guitar is non-threatening.  So I dove them and they were nice, much like every other hitcher I've ever picked up.

3.  I have a problem with food.  I eat too much.  I don't eat until I'm full, I eat until I'm done, even when I'm already full. I'm working on it.  I know its ridiculous but if I don't, I feel wasteful.  Like someone else somewhere would be thrilled to have what I would be throwing in the trash.  I suppose it helps me in other areas...I donate consistently to charity and want to learn to compost and start recycling.  But when it comes to food, I will hang my head in shame and take the last dinner roll.

4.  I worry about my patients like they are my kids.  I frett over them.  Seriously.  I had one patient that didn't immediately get better and I just worried and worrried and worried.  Luckly he came in today and finally is improving (I say finally, this was visit 4 today).  I just want to be the miracle worker that most expect me to be and when I'm not I get disappointed and worry that my patients will leave me.  They don't.  But I worry about them and that scenario still.

5.  I love rings.  I would have a thousand if I could.  I don't care if they are real or fake but I do like them big.  My hubs got lucky with my engagement ring.  I would have taken any ring from him though, so it doesn't really count.  I do really dig the rings I got in my stocking this Christmas.  They are beautiful!  I really need to put pictures of them online so you can see and love them too!

6.  I'm kinda scared of the dark.  Shortly after I moved to St. Louis my roommate left town for the weekend.  Around 3:30 I heard people downstairs talking.  I had my door locked which was good because they walked upstairs, poked around in Erin's room then tried my door.  I was already in ninja mode, plastered to the wall behind the door with my cell in one hand, 911 on the screen waiting to hit send and a bottle in the other.  They went back downstairs and I called my roommate who told me she gave her friend her keys and told her to spend the night if she wanted.  She didn't tell me this might happen.  I was pissed and only moderatly glad I didn't bludgeon Erin's friend.   Now on the nights Zac isn't home, I sleep with a light on in the house.

7.  I love to read and I read really fast.  I am always the first person done with their test.  I fly through books.  My last vacation was 4 days long, I read 3 books.   Two of them were the Twilight series which is lengthy.  I also like to go into autopilot mode and coast through the chapters.  Especially at night, when the words start to blur and you wake up when the book falls on your chest. I like to let the black and white lull me to sleep.

8.  I hate to scrapbook.  I have two huge scrapbooks, one from undergrad and one from grad school.  I have two more to do, one for my honeymoon and one for my wedding and I dread it.  I've been married since June and still, not a page done at all.  I am hoping Maggie will do them for me in exchange for me making Beans food...but I haven't suggested it to her yet, and I've kinda already started making the food, so I lost a lot of my bartering power there.  Anyway, if anybody out there loves to scrapbook and would like to do mine for free, you just let me know.

9.  I always let my gas light come on before I refill my tank.  Zac gets so mad about it.  Almost every time he gets in the car to go somewhere with me we have to stop for gas.  This makes me happy because for some reason, I hate pumping gas.  It just seems to take so long.  When he is with me, it becomes his man duty.  Today is the perfect example.  I am leaving for Carbondale in like 10 minutes.....less than a quarter tank is sitting out in the parking lot waiting for me.

10.  I am weird about certain words.  For example, I think panties is an awful word.  Its just so gay.  Ridiculous aren't I.  Even being a girl, panties is too girly for me.  Its one of my least favorite words of all time, along with moist, eyeball (eye is fine but for some reason when you add ball to the end it weirds me out)  phlegm and mucus both...just terrible and gross.

So that's my 10 random, very honest topics blog.  I tag Elise, Jillian, Cheri, Casey, and Tiffany