Quirky Meme

Okay…I got “tagged” by Cathy last week to do this “quirky meme” where I have to list six quirky things about myself.  I’ve been avoiding it and I don’t know why…but in good faith, I’ll do it.  I’m not tagging anyone else though…I’m just going to do it.  Here goes:

1.  I am terrified of spiders.  Not as in “this is now fair game to hassle Kristin about” like some of you hassle Manda about birds.  (you know who you are).  Seriously…..I’ll lose sleep over it, so leave me alone. 

2.  I am scared to fly but love to travel.  Pre-Cooper when D.Jones and I used to travel overseas once per year, I was always convinced it would be my last trip…which makes for an even longer super-long flight.  When I got a position at Target Financial that involved regular travel, I was just about constantly in a state of panic because I traveled at least once per month, but at the same time, I loved the job because it involved travel to places I’d otherwise not go…like Taos.

3.  I’m slightly “Rainman-ish”, as I count things all day long in my head.  Steps to the car, number of doorways I walk past, number of squares on the sidewalk, or even drawer handles.  I don’t like it when I end up with an odd number, so I’ll try to figure out a way to make everything even. 

4.  I love the “idea” of being a gardener and growing organic food for my family and beautiful flowers…but I hate actually doing it.  Like a yo-yo dieter, I keep convincing myself that “this time will be different” and I start either a garden, an herb garden, or a flower garden almost once per year, but I never actually keep up with it.  It’s very frustrating.

5.  I am a bit of a hypochondriac and if anyone around me is ill, I’m convinced I’m going to get whatever it is.  And if I pay a visit to a hospital, nursing home or other place khown for being “germy”, I spend days waiting to get sick.  If someone casually mentions that I look tired, I’m sure it’s because I must be coming down with something.  I go through a lot of antibacterial hand sanitizer and always have some with me.

6.  On car trips I hate stopping for anything.  I just want to get to where I’m going….even if it’s 7, 8 or more hours away.  Stopping to get gas, snacks, or for bathroom breaks frustrates me, even though it’s necessary.  I reguarly speed or try to find new routes to beat my prior drive time.

Okay…there you have it.  Done!