Six Reasons Why I'm a Little Kooky

This is a tag from Karla. I'm a slowpoke, but I finally got around to it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm feeling a little bit scared of some of the things I might be admitting on this post...

1. I have no sense of direction. If you are related to me on my dad's side, you know and understand because you suffer from the same dreaded curse. I have to park in the same aisle, on the same side of the aisle, every time I go to Wal-Mart. Otherwise, I can't find my car. You think I'm kidding. Also, one time when I was driving around in the dark on the southwest side of Logan, where I grew up, I got lost. I couldn't figure out where I was and I had to drive in one direction for a few minutes before I got my bearings back. (P.S. I thought I was driving north, when in reality I was driving west. Oops.) When I moved to Iowa, I was completely lost because there weren't mountains on the east side of me to help me figure out which way was north. It took me months to figure out which way was north.

2. I have this OCD-like tendency to type things in my head. With my toes. I know, it's crazy, but one good thing has come about it - I can type 90 words per minute. It's because I constantly see a keyboard in my head and type while I am talking. P.S. I have talked to my psychologist husband about this and he says we all have OCD-like tendencies, so it's okay. Although he hates it when my feet are touching his legs in bed, and I start moving them. "What are you typing now dear?" "Sorry."

3. I feel really inadequate about my writing skills. I think I would make an excellent editor, because I am such a stickler for correct grammar (watch me now as I start making mistakes), but I have never been confident in my writing abilities. I was always the one in high school who had to desperately try to stretch the three pages I had written into five pages for a paper that was due. I tend to be a person of few words while writing. When you get me talking, that's another story. But I go blog-hopping, and I start to feel like crap because so many people are excellent writers, and I'm only a good writer at best.

4. I hate conflict. So much that I have been known to skip the rest of the chapter in a book or fast forward the scene on a DVD (or change the channel if it is on TV) so I don't have to watch the argument or the thing that is making me uncomfortable. I wish I had specifics for you, but since I have never actually watched these things, I don't know what the specifics are.

5. I don't like talking on the phone. My reason has something to do with not wanting to interrupt people with whatever they are doing. I also don't like talking for hours (well, talking with my sister Brooke is an exception). If it gets past the 10 minute mark, I start getting antsy. E-mail me, and I'll be happy to e-mail back. So know that if I don't call you back, it's not you. It's the phone.

6. I think you all know that I love to eat out. However, you may not know this: if money and calories weren't an option, I would eat out every day, for every meal. I LOVE trying new restaurants. I love breakfast. I love lunch. I love dinner. I hate having to do dishes all day, every day. I love people to serve me, and to savor every bite. In fact, for our anniversary last week Christian took me to a restaurant here in town called The Garden House. During the appetizers, I told him that all I want for my birthday (November 13, so mark your calendar) is to go back to The Garden House for dinner. That's all. No flowers, no books, not even a computer program to make my blog extra, extra cute. I just want to go on a date, with my husband, and enjoy a nice dinner.

That's probably enough to admit to for one day. If you want to be tagged, I tag you. Otherwise, I'll see you in my Google Reader.