Sunday, April 08, 2007
My weird, weird, weird, life
I just discovered something about myself.... okay, that's a lie, I didn't really just discover it, I've known it all along, and now I'm going to share it with you.
I am weird. I have a weird life. Let me 'splain...
For example. I like to play video games, I hate to have my face covered, I freak out at the sight of metal silverware. I can write a story that will make you weep, laugh, and cause you to want to leave me everything you own in your will, but if I talk with you in person I am capable of blithering like an idiot for hours without making a shred of sense. I hate crowds and I'm claustrophobic. When I walk outside my home, wherever I may be, I am certain there is a hidden camera somewhere just waiting to document me falling on my face. I love the ocean, but am deathly afraid drowning in it. I am terrified of heights, even on a stepstool.
I am currently going through a hair color crisis. Right now at this very moment, my hair is sort of a cross between pewter and platinum. And this from a salon. Last week it was white blonde, the month before it was brown. My hubby says this color of the week makes me look older.... he says he didn't say old, just older.... yeah uh-huh.
My bedroom could be declared a national disaster, and I need about 3 closets for all my clothes- which are currently piled in various corners of my room, but I can't stand a dirty kitchen.
My dog sleeps with me in my bed, and my husband sleeps in the spare room. (and not because of the hair color comment)
My kids are great kids, and yet they still manage to drive me to my knees every night.
I have a passion for gardening and animals, and am toxically allergic to both.
There are currently songs from everyone from Sarah McLachlan to Final Fantasy 10 on my Ipod.
My kid's friends all think I'm cool because I play the Ps 2 and am good at all their favorite games. My kids themselves think I am monumentally weird. Because I love Devo, and sing at the top of my lungs in the car. Because their friends think I'm cool. Because I forbid them to dye their hair. Because I embarrass them on a regular basis and on all kinds of different levels. And for oh so many other reasons.
I've been married for 12 years this year and I still feel like I live with my best friend. I love going to church, and wish I could have had more children- like about 4 more.
I like brussel sprouts and raw fish. I hate heavy metal and rap. I love my family, and enjoy nothing more than staying home with them. I am politically incorrect all the time, and I don't care. I will tell you how I feel about everything, whether you really wanted to hear the answer to "How are you?" or not.
I hate phony people, like country music, and think the president of our country, regardless of his political affiliation, deserves our respect.
I believe in being ethical in my business dealings. Whoa......
Yup, I'm weird.
Wednesday I go in for surgery, so if something happens and I never see you all again, I just wanted to leave you to ponder the following:
If I am this weird with a uterus, will the hysterectomy make me more, or less weird?
Discuss this amongst yourselves and report.
Ps.... hubby works graveyard, that's why he sleeps in the spare room- for peace and quiet!