10 Weird Things About Me
Dec. 3rd, 2006 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidRULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
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riverfox's fault.
1. I have distal hyperextensibility of the thumbs. (aka hitchhiker's thumb) This came in remarkably handy when I played the bassoon.
2. I count stairs when I'm climbing them. I've gotten some strange looks when I say things like "I have fifteen stairs at home."
3. When I eat, I have to blow my nose. I inherited this disorder from my mother. Eating makes my nose run!
4. My head is crooked. Now, let me finish! *g* My HS homeroom teacher inspected us all as we waited to proceed into the auditorium for graduation ceremonies. He reached up and straightened my cap. With the point facing properly forward, the cap was no longer sitting snugly on my head, and I spent the rest of the afternoon reaching up to rescue it when it threatened to slide off.
5. I was apparently born left-handed. In JH gym class we were told to line up, right-handers here, left-handers here. I got in the right-handed line, ran forward to scissor-kick over the bar, and found the wrong leg going up into the air. I aborted and moved to the back of the left-handers line. When I told my mother what had happened, she got the strangest look on her face. When I was laying in my crib, I always reached for the dangling toys on the left, so Mom tied those up out of the way, because she didn't want me to be left-handed, and I started using my right hand to reach for the remaining toys. But I'm still left-footed, and do a few things left-handed, like pouring into a measuring cup, opening jar lids, unlocking doors.
6. I tend to do things in fours. Four cookies on the plate, four beats when I tap my fingers. It just seems to be the most natural number to me. If anyone asks what my lucky number is, I'll say four, even though I don't believe in lucky numbers.
7. I used to shoplift when I was a kid. Actually, it was more like a "Buy one, get one free" system. One candybar went into my coat pocket and one went on the counter to be purchased. I have no idea when I stopped, or why. I guess I just outgrew it.
8. My brunette hair starting turning white when I was about 12 or 13 years old, just a few strands at a time. By the time I graduated from HS, I had white streaks in the front that reached almost to my waist. These days I'm a blonde. *g*
9. I have psychic abilities. *cue scary music* Not that they do me any good, but I have had dreams that came true (in slightly altered ways), and sometimes I get strong feelings that turn out to be accurate. On Thanksgiving, during a game of Monopoly, I had rolled doubles twice in a row. Three times and you go to jail. I picked up the dice, turned to my nephew, said "I'm going to jail", and rolled a pair of fives. I just knew.
10. I hate the texture of velvet. Imagine what it would be like to lick the stuff, and that's kind of what I feel when I touch it. I get a hot, prickly sensation on my tongue, and from my fingertips up the inside of my arm to above the wrist. Really unpleasant. I've never heard anything similar from anyone else. It did actually give me an idea for a scifi story, with aliens, and, er, me. I'll just leave it at that.
I won't tag anyone, but do it if you want to!
BTW, this is all
riverfox's fault. 1. I have distal hyperextensibility of the thumbs. (aka hitchhiker's thumb) This came in remarkably handy when I played the bassoon.
2. I count stairs when I'm climbing them. I've gotten some strange looks when I say things like "I have fifteen stairs at home."
3. When I eat, I have to blow my nose. I inherited this disorder from my mother. Eating makes my nose run!
4. My head is crooked. Now, let me finish! *g* My HS homeroom teacher inspected us all as we waited to proceed into the auditorium for graduation ceremonies. He reached up and straightened my cap. With the point facing properly forward, the cap was no longer sitting snugly on my head, and I spent the rest of the afternoon reaching up to rescue it when it threatened to slide off.
5. I was apparently born left-handed. In JH gym class we were told to line up, right-handers here, left-handers here. I got in the right-handed line, ran forward to scissor-kick over the bar, and found the wrong leg going up into the air. I aborted and moved to the back of the left-handers line. When I told my mother what had happened, she got the strangest look on her face. When I was laying in my crib, I always reached for the dangling toys on the left, so Mom tied those up out of the way, because she didn't want me to be left-handed, and I started using my right hand to reach for the remaining toys. But I'm still left-footed, and do a few things left-handed, like pouring into a measuring cup, opening jar lids, unlocking doors.
6. I tend to do things in fours. Four cookies on the plate, four beats when I tap my fingers. It just seems to be the most natural number to me. If anyone asks what my lucky number is, I'll say four, even though I don't believe in lucky numbers.
7. I used to shoplift when I was a kid. Actually, it was more like a "Buy one, get one free" system. One candybar went into my coat pocket and one went on the counter to be purchased. I have no idea when I stopped, or why. I guess I just outgrew it.
8. My brunette hair starting turning white when I was about 12 or 13 years old, just a few strands at a time. By the time I graduated from HS, I had white streaks in the front that reached almost to my waist. These days I'm a blonde. *g*
9. I have psychic abilities. *cue scary music* Not that they do me any good, but I have had dreams that came true (in slightly altered ways), and sometimes I get strong feelings that turn out to be accurate. On Thanksgiving, during a game of Monopoly, I had rolled doubles twice in a row. Three times and you go to jail. I picked up the dice, turned to my nephew, said "I'm going to jail", and rolled a pair of fives. I just knew.
10. I hate the texture of velvet. Imagine what it would be like to lick the stuff, and that's kind of what I feel when I touch it. I get a hot, prickly sensation on my tongue, and from my fingertips up the inside of my arm to above the wrist. Really unpleasant. I've never heard anything similar from anyone else. It did actually give me an idea for a scifi story, with aliens, and, er, me. I'll just leave it at that.
I won't tag anyone, but do it if you want to!
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