Feeling a little silly this week, largely perhaps as a defense mechanism to avoid climbing out of the “perpetually behind” funk I’m feeling. So for you, this week, some confessions on the less noteworthy side….
- When my girls were about 2, I had them convinced that Lucky Charms et al were “grown up cereals”, while Cheerios and other healthier alternatives for growing kids were “kid cereals”. I laughed at myself for how backwards that was, but still make similar “do as I say not as I do” disclaimers. Case in point? The Double Stuf Golden Oreos I had for breakfast today.
- I painstakingly pick out ringtones/songs for the various people who might call me – choices that reflect their personalities, impact they’ve had on my life (um, good or bad, because you know I leave people in my contacts just to avoid (or be prepared for calls…), inside jokes, etc – though in the several years that I’ve had iPhones I’ve kept them on silent and have heard any ring at all probably less than 3 times total. Of course this means I’d have no idea who was calling half the time even with intentional tones, but that doesn’t stop me from choosing them.
- In a similar vein, I make airport playlists (formerly airport CDs) for any of our vacations. Lots of people make road trip playlists, yes. But whether the drive to the airport is 35 minutes or 95 depending on where we go, the list is absurdly thought out. We’re talking timing songs to the sunrise or speed of the road on which we’ll be traveling, evaluating the flow of one song to the next (and based on how awake we’ll be, especially as early as we often leave), etc. In addition, of course, to being about our impending travel and family time. And ending (ideally) exactly when Kyle drops the kids and I off at the circle. Yes, I am a giant nerd.
- I eat (and love) a large variety of ethnic foods and am thrilled to try anything at least once. I absolutely will not eat mushrooms, though, and kind of hate onions. And celery. And I strongly dislike tomatoes. My family calls that picky, which I find ridiculous.
- I have this strange, ongoing internal conflict about whether I’m truly a Mid-Atlantic girl or a Southern (though still big city) girl at heart, despite the fact that when pressed, I am usually quite content being “stuck” in the Midwest. I might move to San Diego in a heartbeat though, if my family would come, if only for the weather. And we will move to Atlanta or the Carolinas when Kyle retires or wants a new job – that’s not a question.
- My “must do” list would include several thrill-seeking adventures like sky diving, but definitely not scuba diving. I have been and loved hang-gliding but get anxious (almost like claustrophobia…? I don’t know, I don’t otherwise have it) at the thought of being underwater for too long (or at great depths).
- I hate eels more than any animal in the world, and – though I’ve worked on desensitizing some in recent years – used to have a hilariously disproportionate reaction when I saw them. I blame Flotsam and Jetsam.
- I hate to read fiction, except for anything by John Grisham (random) and Dan Brown (though decidedly not The DaVinci Code). Still, I’m an absolute sucker for etymology, grammar, etc.
- I have always been good at spelling, but can never spell the word millennium on the first try.
Your turn! What’s one silly thing you are dying to get off your chest today?!