Six things you hate about me.

"According to the rules...Each player of this game starts with the "6 Weird Things about You." People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog!"

I got tagged by CPA MOM who says she actually reads my blog (for God knows what reason) and, you know, actually reads it! Random!

I will say, upfront, that originally I thought, "Man, there are so many weird things about me that I could fill like, ten days worth of blogs." But alas, it has not been that easy to think these things up.

And so, it begins.

1) I have a serious aversion to eggs.
The thought of eggs? Seriously? Makes me want to gag. My children adore scrambled eggs and I will stand over the stove, pinching my nose as I cook them. I will also say things like, "You better believe I love you! I make EGGS for you!"

2) Similarly, I have the same type of aversion to lunchmeat. And leftovers.
I can't eat a sandwich. Well, I'll eat a hot sandwich, but the bread has to be toasted. I have a weird aversion to that too.
I wonder why I'm so fat? Oh yeah. I don't have an aversion to chocolate. Wish I could develop that.

3) I have a lot of fear of cutting my hair.
Not in the I'm-Sampson-and-I'll-lose-my-power kind of way either. I thought briefly the other day about getting a new hairstyle next year and quickly put the thought out of my mind. It was just plain scary. I don't know why. I think I need therapy to figure that out. Well, okay, I need therapy for a lot of reasons.

4) I obsessively check license plates to see if they are expired.
My dad does this too and it makes my mother insane in the membrane. I cannot tell you how many times she has complained about this to me. She has no idea I do it too. It's our secret shame dad!
The state in which I live has about 500 billion license plate designs to pick from, but the main one (aka: the one you don't have to pay extra for) completely changed this year. So if someone has the old design, either they expire in December or they are riding on an expired tag. I like to point this out to anyone who happens to be in the car with me and will listen. If I'm alone, I chuckle to myself.

Bonus: When I lived in North Carolina I was the same way about state inspection stickers. We don't inspect our cars here. If you can get it into the street, it's good enough for us! Woo!

5) Sometimes, I forget I'm a mom.
Not like I'd forget them in the backseat of a Buick or something. But just sometimes I'm going about my day to day things that don't involve them...like driving to work? And suddenly I'll be hit with this HUGE realization...HOLY CRAP, I'M SOMEONE'S MOTHER! I mean, it's just frightening. Me? This messed up person? I get to have these small people hanging around? What? Who thought THAT would be a good idea? Have you HEARD how many "bad words" I say in a day? Sweet God!

But then I love them. So I guess it makes up for all the other crap I put them through.

6) I have to make myself go to the store.
I understand that people I live with have to eat. Therefore, I force myself to go to the grocery store. Sometimes, when I get there, if there are to many cars in the parking lot I have to leave. Crowds scare the crap out of me. I've had panic attacks about going to my own graduation in ELEVEN FREAKING DAYS(!!!) because there will be a lot of people there and I don't know where I am going to have to park.

It's really unfortunate too. I'm a great shopper.


So, there you have it.

And now I have to tag people. Honestly? I don't know if that many people even like me. I'll tag them and they'll be all like, "Who the crap is this chick?"

But, keeping in the spirit of things, I tag the following:

M

Polly PrissyPants

And I was going to tag SJ but she's totally already taken.

I was tagged kind of late in the game. So forgive me for having not quite the circle of friends that the cellular phone companies would lead me to believe that I need.