1. As a kid I had a HUGE fear of sports day. Remember those? Before the days when they made it all "let's do the teamwork way to save the poor klutz's self esteem" and made us (gasp) compete for real? Let's be honest here, my genetics are part of Jake's motor/learning disabilities. I honestly could never figure out how to high jump, could never remember the order of steps for the triple jump, and was always last. So being the resourceful kid I was, I feigned illness. Often.
On the bright side, my co-ordination finally kicked in when I was in grade 9 and on that sports day I kicked my peer's ASSES in some of the running races. But I am STILL afraid of high jump and can't play baseball to save my life.
2. I also really fear and loathe the dentist. I've shared about my nasty tooth pulling experience, and when I passed out cold. Possibly it's because I just hate any of those
3. I love to make lists, and I do-often. It makes me feel organized and calms down my scattered brain, especially if I'm feeling like I have a lot to do and can't remember it all. I make lists for the grocery store, for vacations, for various menus, daily to-dos, and Saturday "must get done". I'm seriously forgetful, and if I don't have it written down, it won't get done. Verbal directions and I just don't mix. Give 'em to me on paper!
I often lose the lists and make another one. Don't worry, I lose lots of things. I've resorted to using a computer for some of them, which was great until our last computer took up smoking.
4. Like She-Ra, I detest crowds. Which isn't limited to the insane crush of thousands watching the fireworks at Disney, but even if there's a bunch of people in my house and I feel like there just isn't enough space. I need space and quiet, and to be able to retreat to a quiet room if I need too. Sometimes I can handle a crowd, but eventually I get cranky and annoyed and must leave before I completely lose my mind. I cannot stand the pressure to keep interacting with a house full of guests over a long period of time-I need space!
5. On the space thing, I have a really hard time with people who stand too close to me, especially in a grocery store line. I took this workshop once where they figure out your personal space bubble, and mine was (cough) the largest in the room. If Jake and I are sitting on the couch together he knows not to keep touching my feet lest he want to incur the "Wrath of Mom". Don't even get me started on things touching my head.
6. Sometimes when I'm talking I'll mean to say one thing and something completely comes out of my mouth. Literally. As in, I'll be thinking about a kid from school named Sam, look at Jake and mean to say "Hey Jake," but "Hey Sam" will come out. Actually that's nothing, I often blurt out entire sentences that leave people looking at me as if I've just sprouted another head. Or I can't find the words that I'm trying to say and become a babbling idiot. I often tease Hubs about messing up his words, but truth is, I'm just as bad-maybe worse? I can't even say that I'm dyslexic!
7. I worry a lot. Seriously. I've gotten a lot better over the years, but I'd worry about almost everything from money to Hub's health, to Jake's schooling, etc. I've learned to calm down over the years but I still get very anxious over things like banking and advocating for Jake. When I'm really worried, I begin talking to myself in the car. It's like a rehearsal of the important conversations that I need to make, and I'm practicing so that I don't come off like a blubbering idiot. Instead I'm just the blubbering idiot in the car.
8. She-ra wrote: "I don't like to be told what to do. Or what I cannot do. Stubborn I believe it is called. And yet I am a firm believer in rules. As in Every One MUST Follow ALL Rules At ALL Times NO Exceptions!!!"
Hee-hee! Me too! Especially with the rule thing-I need to know what the boundaries are, what is expected, and it drives me insane when that is not followed through on. I also hate group activities/games. You know, where everyone must participate because it's work/family related.
9. Oh, and noise. Loud. Tapping. Banging. The ice cream truck. Kids repeating phrases over and over. MUST STOP THE NOISE. Repetitive noises outside of my control drive me to the edge and if they are happening while I'm trying to listen to someone, I cannot concentrate. Actually I'm really distractable in general, but I've gotten better.
10. I actually like to do laundry. I have no idea why, but out of all the house work duties, it's my favorite. I'd do laundry all day if it meant that I didn't have to do dishes or vacuum.
So that's it. Weirdness all out in the open. Hmm...so who will I tag? How about Lizzie and Rachel?