Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Can it get any weirder?

TheManoftheHouse and I were in the kitchen last night and we heard a crash in the basement. When I checked it out, this is what I saw.
It seems someone knocked one of those canning jar lamps full of marbles off of the table. I'm not a tattletale, so I'm not telling who did it. (But Scruff, you know who you are.)

So, that's not the "weirdness" I refer to in the title. As if the word "blog" isn
't weird enough, or people sharing their innermost thoughts with strangers isn't weird enough, now everyone is sharing Six Weird Things about themselves! I got hit by an e-mail friend, so I guess I'll share my weirdness here too.

1. I never crawled as a baby. And I didn't walk until I was 17 months old. My mom said I was just very content to sit with my toys and books around me. "Experts" say this is pretty serious business and you'll be stunted somehow to have missed such a crucial step in your development and they'll make people go back and learn how to crawl. Nothing personal, but what a load of crap. I'm not a world class athlete or anything, but I'm not a complete klutz and I can pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time. So there. And what have I learned from that? Sometimes babies don't follow experts' schedules.

2. Most people are afraid of anethesia 'cause they're afraid they won't wake up. I'm afraid I
will wake up. Too soon. That's what happened to me when my second child was born. I had to have an emergency C-section and I woke up in the middle of it. Only I couldn't open my eyes or speak or anything. I could hear my baby crying. I could hear the Dr. say it was a boy. Then I could feel the Dr. stitching me up. It hurt! But I couldn't say anything. Or even move a finger so they'd know I was awake. It was awful -- in a horror movie kind of way. Eventually I went back to sleep.

3. I used to chew rubber bands. (I know it's gross, but in my defense, they were clean -- straight out of the box -- and I washed them first.) It was like an addiction and I couldn't help myself. I craved them and they were like chocolate. I searched several times on the internet for rubber band chewing addictions but always came up empty. It went on for 9 or 10 years and drove TheManoftheHouse crazy. Then last year, I had to have surgery (you know that wonderful surgery where they rip your female parts out and when it's all over you feel better than you've felt since you became a woman!) During the pre-surgery tests they discovered that I was
severely anemic so I spent a few weeks having IV iron treatments. What does this have to do with rubber bands? After those IV treatments I couldn't even stand to put a rubber band in my mouth. They tasted awful -- it was SO weird. It must have been my body searching desperately for the iron it was lacking. So, I guess that was an old weird thing, 'cause it doesn't happen anymore.

4. Many people think it's weird that my office cubicle is only 4 cubicles away from where TheManoftheHouse sits. We haven't killed each other and we're still married after all these years. However, you probably won't find us gushing about being best friends yadayada, 'cause no matter how much we love each other, we do get sick of each other. ;-)

5. I have a pretty high tolerance for dirty bathrooms. They don't get to the point that they're unhealthy, but I'm not neurotically cleaning them all the time. Hey. I'm working full time -- if I cleaned as much as you're supposed to, I wouldn't have time for all the fun stuff. Most of my friends have cleaning ladies but I can't bring myself to spend good fabric money on someone to clean my toilets.

6. This won't be weird to you guys, but most of my friends think I'm weird 'cause I sew, quilt, knit, etc. A few of the guys at work basically told me how stupid it was to knit your own socks. Whatever. The joke's on all of them now though, 'cause there's this huge resurgence in all lovely things handmade. I'm SO happy to see its return -- especially sewing. I'm just so sorry that it languished long enough that a lot of smaller independent quality fabric stores went out of business. Hopefully they'll start popping back up again.

So, there's my weirdness. Most of my blogger friends have already been tagged, so I'm tagging my non-blogger e-mail friends. Like Scruff, you know who you are!

XOXO,
Anna

P.S. Does this smaller font seem easier to read? The old one seemed SO BIG!

2 comments:

autum said...

Hi Anna,
My daughter, who's 19 now didn't crawl and walked at 16 months. She spoke freakishly early but refused to walk.
I think the rubber band chewing thing is called pica. Some people eat laundry soap, some eat clay. At least you just chewed the rubber bands.

Beth said...

Whoa the rubber band thing is crazy talk!