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?

Rules:
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.

I would like to know weird stuff about (six people I’ve never tagged before): 3M, softdrink, Em, Sarah, Trish, and Susan.

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. 🙂