Quirks

When I drink coffee or tea, my cup has to match either my outfit or my room.

When mom sends my doll—Felicity—to me so I have something for my friends’ little girls to play with, I have to give the doll a hug and kiss!

I have to rearrange something in my apartment once a week.

I love flowers of every kind….but I don’t like red roses.

I don’t like new things…I feel much more comfortable in a house full of vintage stuff than in one full of new stuff.

I would rather eat dirt than go to the grocery store.

It doesn’t matter that I’m in desperate need of some new clothes and that I just got my tax return, I’d still rather wear old ones than actually find out where the mall is.

I’d rather keep my hair long and have my boyfriend think I look beautiful than have the cutest “Meg Ryan” haircut in the world.

Every time I’m motivated enough to put on eyeliner or mascara…I end up wiping it off within a half hour.

When I’m happy, I can chatter to no end…but when something upsets me, I can’t seem to find the right words to explain it.

One sweet compliment from a child is worth ten from an adult.

I have the memory of a 90 year old.

Heels taller than two inches make me feel like I’m walking on stilts.

Sometimes I enjoy not combing my hair.

I’ve never grown out of the glitter makeup stage…I still like to sparkle (makes me feel like a fairy or elf or something).

Don’t ask me what color someone was wearing, whether I liked their shirt, whether they had blue or brown eyes, or whether they were short or tall….I rarely notice!

Music that is too loud makes me hyperventilate.

Popping balloons make me hyperventilate.

I like driving the Gator at my grandparents even though there is nowhere to go.

Things I’m deathly scared of but still want/love to do: ride motorcycles, horseback riding, boating, swimming, playing outside in storms, fishing, watch intense movies, fry chicken (the oil pops), climb tall things like scaffolding and barns…I could go on!

Let me cry for ten minutes, and I can be happy as a lark in fifteen.

I love to read out loud. If I’m ever pregnant, I’m gonna read to my baby (yeah…that’s right…the one in my tummy—perfect captive audience!).

I don’t like attending graduations or weddings.

I like watching kids’ movies and reading kids’ books (I love their innocence).

If I’m mad, just make me laugh.

In the funniest, most intimate, most scary, most ridiculous, most boring, etc. moments in my life—I always picture God looking through a hole to earth and watching me as if I were a reality show (and quite an amusing one).

Rainy days actually motivate me!

My brain flows through my hands to my pen…it rarely flows through my mouth! (If you didn’t get that….I can write well but can’t talk well).

I NEVER cook just for myself.

When I bake cookies, I end up throwing at least half of them away.

It takes me all night to think of a “come-back”.