Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. List 6 unspectacular quirks you have.
4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each taggee's blog to let them know they've been tagged.
Six Quirky Things About Me
1. Having sound on in the house during the day bugs me. I like to have no radio or TV mucking up the calm - and I like to be able to hear what's going on around me. It infuriates my husband C to no end. He hates the silence. When he's home, he'll go and flick on the kitchen radio. I wait until he leaves the room and turn it off. He comes back in and flicks it back on. I wait until he leaves the room...and unplug it. Ha HA! (Oh, the games we play...)
2. I can't sleep at night if there's any light seeping into the room I'm sleeping in. Any light at all. Even the little indicator light on my laptop keeps me up so that I have to remember to turn it to the wall. And even then, the shadow of the light reflected on the wall bothers me. I so need to get a sleep mask. Or a therapist.
3. I once hid a solid chocolate Easter bunny in a big bowl on top of my bookcase so no one else would find it and eat it before I could. (The apple doesn't fall far from the tree - Lovely Girl has an excellent stash of chocolate in her room somewhere. I have yet to find it, but school starts soon...)
4. When the kiddos were babies, I used to worry about them so much when they slept that I would lie down on the floor next to their cribs in the middle of the night, just so I could hear them breathing.
5. I was still afraid of the dark well into my twenties. I even did the whole flick-off-the-light-and-give-a-flying-leap-to-land-on-the-bed-without-taking-a-step-from-where-I-was thing. Yeah. That was then. But now, I wander my house at night sans illumination with no problem - unless I hear a funny noise. And not the ha-ha funny kind. Then I creep around with my two-foot-long solid metal flashlight clenched in my fist.
6. I never sleep with an extremity hanging off of the bed. There are monsters under there, you know. I read Calvin and Hobbes. I know what's up! And I read somewhere once that blue-eyed people see better in the dark than brown-eyed people. If that's true, then we blue-eyed peeps also have the unfortunate ability to see all the monsters lurking not only under our beds, but also in our closets, behind the couch, on top of the fridge...
Well, there ya go. Don't you feel enlightened? And now, here are my taggees, but I only have three today, instead of the requisite six. Right. I'm a regular rebel, I am. (If you read this and want to participate, you are most welcome! Just leave me a comment and let me know so I can come visit!)
Michelle at My Semblance of Sanity