I'm Weird

I went trolling around for something good on someone else's blogs and found a cute little thing about quirks. I won't tag anyone because I still have tags out there, but if you want to do it, cool. So, 6 unspectacular quirks:

1) Some foods must be eaten in certain numbers. Gummy bears are eaten in twos (and they have to be different colors), chocolate chips and Reese's Pieces are eaten in threes (RPs are preferred in one of each color), and Ritz crackers are eaten in fives. I had actual reasons for doing it when I started, but now it's just arbitrary obsession. I've even trained Jonathan to eat them in the right numbers because it'll bug me if he takes some and I don't know how many because it throws off my... count? game? experiment? It just bugs me.

2) I have separate desktops for different activities on my computer. Surfing & chats are on one, knitting projects or anything I happen to be researching or organizing are on another, kids games on a third. If one of them gets on to a different desktop (e.g. kids using my blog window to play Sesame Street games) I have to fix it.

3) I eat buckets of ice, when I'm pregnant. I can even tell you what kind of ice is the best for sucking or the best for crunching and where to get it. (btw... Great American Cookie Co. at the mall has the best for crunching because it's soft and smooshy, like a firm slush) Popsicles and ice cream are great and all, but really I just want some ice.

4) I eat baked macaroni and cheese with salad dressing on top. It came from usually having it served with salad, the dressing would run over to the other side of the plate, and I decided it tasted good that way. Now I can't eat it without the dressing. As for boxed, I like spaghetti sauce on top.

5) I still sleep with a teddy bear. It's not my bear, either. Well, sort of. When Jonathan left for Spain, he gave me his teddy bear, George, to keep me company. Eight years later and I still sleep with George. He goes between my knees as my third pillow (second goes under my waist to keep my back straight; fourth, when needed, goes behind my back so I don't roll over, though that's more for nursing than pregnancy).

6) I cut my own hair. It's not that I don't like salons. Only part of it is that I'm poor. Mostly, I decide that I'm tired of my hair and want to do something about it at ~11:30 at night. I've watched enough stylists over the years (real life and TV) that I know how to do what I want, and I've done it enough times now that I've gotten pretty good at it. Don't ask me to do yours, though, because I can't. I can french braid my own hair, too, when it's long enough, but have a hard time doing anyone else's. My arms get all tangled and weird when working with other people's heads.

Plus a bonus secret: I love my calling. I'm in the nursery and it's the best thing ever. I watch the kids play and help Karina get her lesson together, then I do singing time. We were visiting another ward, last Sunday, and I tried to sit through Relief Society, but I couldn't. My legs were twitchy, I couldn't get comfortable on the seat, I just wanted to get up and walk around but didn't dare because I'd disturb the whole room. So, honestly, nursery is the best place I could be, right now, and I love it. The one downside? It's The Land That Gossip Forgot. I didn't find out until this month that my own visiting teacher was pregnant and a whole month further along than I was.