There was a moment of silence....
Followed by raucous laughter.
Apparently I don't see myself as clearly as I thought. There seems to be a hitch in my self-awareness get-along.
So, at the insistence of my loving family, I'm going to now participate in exposing you to all things Octamom Quirky....
1. I have to sleep on a specific side of the bed...which depends upon the room in which said bed is placed. It's some sort of positional sleeping fung shui thing. At my in-laws house, I sleep on the right-side of the bed. At my parents' house, I sleep on the left side. And at my house, I sleep on the left side...unless I'm pregnant, which then makes it necessary for me to sleep on the right side, for reasons not completely clear to me (I'm sleeping on the left side, currently, for those of you who are interested...)
2. I read at about 1200 words per minute, which I didn't know until M and I were going to take a speed-reading course and I took the test...and discovered that I was not going to need the class. I devour books, gulp them...and then promptly forget most of the plot and characters...but can recall certain trivia and quotes. But I read F. Scott Fitzgerald and Henry James s.l.ow.l.y.....
3. I love salt. I salt everything. I salt baskets of tortilla chips, I salt french fries, I salt, salt, salt. Good thing my blood pressure continues to cooperate.
4. I love, love, love to read books on quantum mechanics and physics. Paul Davies, Gerald Schroeder, Brain Greene....these authors have been some of the theologians of my faith. It is often through quantum that I glimpse the hem of God's robe.
5. Dots should be a food group unto themselves. You know, Dots, the candy? The chewy candy that can pull your fillings out? The candy that is made out of some petro-chemical jelly substance? Yeah, Dots! Love 'em. I'll grind my own wheat, make my own bread, eat mainly organic...and follow it with a chaser of Dots.
6. It is almost a religion with me that I have to mail out my Christmas cards the week of Thanksgiving. I feel like a moral failure if I don't get it accomplished by then. I would love to tell you that this is an example of my impressive organizational skills...but it's not. It's pretty much a compulsion.
7. I hate, hate, hate being a foregone conclusion...so while I may be barefoot, homeschooling and pregnant in the kitchen, I'll be wearing an apple green push-up bra and listening to Billy Squier. Just sayin'.
8. I don't deal well with arbitrary, compulsory rules that have no basis in proven efficiency or effectiveness...so I'm giving you eight quirky things instead of seven...because somehow a list of eight seems less arbitrary and more unexpected than a list of seven....
So now I'm spreading the love (or the shame, depending on your personal quirkiness)....
Peggy at Middle Age Ramblings
Kathy at Carr Mumble
Jillene at Jillene's Journal
Lisa at Clan of the Cave Hair
Kimber at Kimber's Space
Cheryl at Twinfatuation
Christina at Life in a Hampton Zoo