Tagged By Weirdness

I've been over here fed-up and furious & trying to come up with a way to write a post about it without talking out of school... Then I got this tag from Pehpot of Make or Break in my comments section, and decided that this would be way more fun for all of us ~ me to write and you to read ~ to do this tag post... Plus, it's got the added benefit of not getting me into trouble with hubby later.

RULES: People who get tagged need to write a blog post of 6 weird things about themselves as well as state this rule clearly. At the end of the post, you need to choose 6 or more people you know to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog for these rules. (...and to laugh at you! OK, I made that part up...)

Here's what I find funny about this tag ~ some of the things we do, we know are weird, but a lot of the things we do, are normal to us and weird to everyone else... sooooo many to choose, so few to post... LOL!!!

For your reading pleasure ~ my list of weirdness:

1. I hate mayonnaise and salad dressing. I only use mayo in three things; egg, potato, and tuna salad respectively, but the mayo has to be cut with mustard. I never ever eat it on sandwiches. I order any and all fast food burgers and such without mayo or without sauce. And I eat my salads dry or with some red wine vinegar. Actually, this applies to pretty much everything creamy or cream based. No alfredo, no guacamole, and if you really want me to puke, give me some sour cream. The smell stays in my nose forever and ruins my entire meal if it's even brought to the table. GAK.

2. I pay attention to numbers. I mean I do numerology calculations (adding each digit together to come up with one single digit number) for each and every single number that comes across my path in the course of a day. I do it with the time on a digital clock, I do it with the temperature on the bank sign. I do it with how I program the microwave to cook something. I do it with my twitter posts. I prefer three's and their multiples, but I notice when I'm picking up a lot of other numbers repetitively during a day, and then I have to go read up on what that number means in numerology in case the universe is trying to tell me something. Speaking of which, yesterday was two's, have to go look that one up... hmmm highly developed intuition...

3. I remember birthdays. I mean, like forever. I remember the birthday of everyone who's birthday I ever learned. I know my ex's birthdays... even the one's from grade school crushes and friends I had fallings out with that I haven't spoken to in over 20 years. Doesn't matter, I know their birthday. I remember them every year when I look over at the calendar and see it's their b-day. I always give them a little nod and silently wish them well too.

4. I am a closet hypochondriac. Every time something physical-symptomatic comes up, I immediately envision the worst case scenario. I'm pretty sure this stems from having both a grandmother and a mother that were RN's when I was growing up. We had a big medical dictionary in our house, and I would read it voraciously in spurts. Although I know this, it doesn't stop me from thinking that every chest cold is lung cancer and every headache is a radiating tumor and every pain whether it's in my arm or my jaw is thoroughly screened (by me) for worsening in case of it being a heart attack. Bug bites that I scratch in my sleep that take too long to heal are possibly AIDS. And depending on the severity of the heartburn, it's either an ulcer or stomach cancer. I don't tell anyone. I don't play the poor me card. I just let my neurotic brain torture me in outward silence as it internally tells me I'm going to die from my stubbed-toe-type-symptom until I can analyze the ache or whatever and talk my brain down. I can hold full coherent conversations with other people on any number of other topics while I'm having this internal hypochrondriac-freakout. They have no idea of the hell that my brain is attempting to put me through while we're talking.

5. Back in high school, I was a total hair-bear-band affecionado. Bon Jovi, Cinderella, Ratt, Poison, Van Halen... come to think of it, weren't most bands in the 80's hair-bear-bands?... but I digress... The weird comes in here; whenever I wanted to relax, I would lay on my bed with my jumbo-studio-type headphones on, head hanging over the edge, upside-down, and listen to an old cassette tape of my father's... Beethoven's 5th.

6. I'm going to end on some the-Universe-had-a-hand-in-this weirdness for my 6th thing... in less than a minute, you'll see why. My birthday is March 6th, 1971... numerologically, the year is a 9, so I'm a 3-6-9. My son was born on March 6th, 2007 ~ also a numerology 9 for the year... making him a 3-6-9. We are both Chinese astrology Boars. We were also born at the same universal time. What I mean by that is; I was born at 8:48 am Eastern time, he was born at 7:48 am Central time which makes us exactly 36 years apart. I always say that the unwrapping was a bitch, but it was the best birthday present ever.


OK... and now for the *ahem* lucky recipients of this tag... aren't y'all thrilled I consider you my blogging buds? LOL

Joan at The Retirement Chronicles
Tricia at 1StopMom
Brittany at Musings of a Barefoot Foodie
Kaye at Random WAHM Thoughts
Carole at Carole's Thoughtful Spot
Jen at Cheaper Than Therapy ~ Musings of a Mom of 3
and anyone else that wants to play...
but, if I didn't list you, please leave a comment so we can come check out your post...
it'll be easier to blackmail you later ;-)

Show us your weirdness!