Becky tagged me for the six quirks meme. I swear I’ve done this one before, but Blogger (which does not lie) syas that I haven’t, and since I started no less than three books yesterday, not finishing any, I figured what the heck. Why not. You really want to know more weird stuff about me. Right?
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged
1. I cannot read more than one book at a time. It’s not just that I prefer to read one book at a time (which I do), or even that I don’t want to read more than one book. It’s that I’m unable to read more than one book at a time. I’ve tried… and I just can’t. I’m compelled to finish the book I’ve started. Unless it’s really bad. But it has to be REALLY bad.
2. I’m genetically predisposed to have a clean house. People come and admire my house, and ask why it’s so clean, and I can’t come up with anything more than I have to have a clean house because I’m genetically driven to do so. (You should see my grandmother’s house…) Except my pj/sock drawer. That’s really messy.
3. In addition to having a clean house, I’m a compulsive redecorator. This used to involve Hubby pushing around furniture about every 3 or 4 months, but mostly now involves me daydreaming about paint and buying knick-knacks, art, and bedding. Most recently, I redecorated two out of the three girls rooms (one room has two girls), though they’re not “finished”. Incidentally, M has inherited this; she’s rearranged the furniture in her bedroom at least a dozen times in the two years we’ve lived in this house.
4. I get ready for bed in exactly the same way every night. (Take out contacts, wash face, brush teeth, brush hair, put on pjs. Always in that order.) I don’t know if my husband’s noticed this, but several roommates of mine in college commented on it… additionally, I can’t sleep if I don’t have pjs, on. And it can’t be a nightgown either. It has to be pants.
5. I have a fear of heights. Mostly open, but all heights, especially if there are big windows. I freak out when going up the Space Needle, or the Arch (in St. Louis), or even a tall building. I stand in the dead center away from all windows, freaking out that my kids are going to fall to their deaths (not to mention myself). In spite of this, I still get talked into doing that kind of stuff with my family.
6. I’m really mostly normal. How terrible. Sorry.
In other passing-along-news, softdrink has bestowed the Blogging Excellence award on me because I hosted a challenge way back in the winter. Wow. 🙂 (I’ve been playing around with hosting another one, but I think I’ll wait until 2009…) Thanks so much!!
Passing it along:
…all my Nook friends are most excellent for not only challenging me with our reading selections, making me defend and stretch myself, but also because they’re awesome women (and man — I haven’t forgotten you, Kari).
… I’d give it to the entire kidlit community if I could, since they’re a bunch of awesome bloggers with fabulous taste, but I’ll give it to a couple of the newbies: Abby (the) Librarian and Shelf Elf. Thank you so much for your book recommendations. I haven’t been steered wrong by them yet.
… and anyone out there (reading this right now) who hasn’t gotten it. You’re awesome, too. 🙂