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I guess I am?
Dec. 24th, 2009 10:18 pmIt has been brought to my attention recently, that I am weird. (Well, that's not a NEW revelation, just a recent ITERATION)
"You've never had EGGS??"
Eggs and I never got along as kids. I would eat hard boiled eggs, only, upon occasion. Recently, Kevin made eggs over hard and I discovered that I like them. No one believed me when I said that I'd never had them that way, nor had I ever cooked eggs for breakfast. (Now I've learned to make them myself, and will sometimes eat/share them at breakfast)
"Where's my water?"
I cannot keep track of my drink to save my life. It's worse than trying to keep track of the pencil while studying. I've lost it in the same room and the other side of the house. I put my mug in the microwave and forget about it. Kevin makes coffee in the evening, and I forget to go and get some.
"WHAT are you listening to??"
I regularly throw CDs in the stereo in the kitchen, especially if I'm home with Lucy or preparing dinner. (PS: Isaac, she was dancing to whatever track 8 is on your latest duck CD.) There is no way to predict what will be playing at any given time. Partly due to my eclectic taste, and to the number of mixes (from friends or commercial sources) in my music library. Routinely, Kristen will walk in the door and screw up an eyebrow at the current track, either in unexpected pleasure or distaste. And apparently now I'm even weirder musically because I like "cowboy music". Oh well!
"I LOVE your stockings!"
Staff and visitors always loved whatever patterned tights I happened to wear. I wore my fish tights a lot, since most Tuesdays were CSI (a school science program about discovering the source of a leak---it's from the aquarium). Pansies were probably the runner-up in terms of wear and number of compliments.
PS: Did I mention that we had Xmas Eve dinner of appetizers? The main food groups were cheese-related and brown. I tried to compensate with celery and carrot sticks. Kevin also made Evil Sangria (so named for its dangerously deliciously disguised alcohol content). And dessert was essentially a giant blob of cream cheese with green jello-power-thing mixed in. So tasty. So bad for me.
"You've never had EGGS??"
Eggs and I never got along as kids. I would eat hard boiled eggs, only, upon occasion. Recently, Kevin made eggs over hard and I discovered that I like them. No one believed me when I said that I'd never had them that way, nor had I ever cooked eggs for breakfast. (Now I've learned to make them myself, and will sometimes eat/share them at breakfast)
"Where's my water?"
I cannot keep track of my drink to save my life. It's worse than trying to keep track of the pencil while studying. I've lost it in the same room and the other side of the house. I put my mug in the microwave and forget about it. Kevin makes coffee in the evening, and I forget to go and get some.
"WHAT are you listening to??"
I regularly throw CDs in the stereo in the kitchen, especially if I'm home with Lucy or preparing dinner. (PS: Isaac, she was dancing to whatever track 8 is on your latest duck CD.) There is no way to predict what will be playing at any given time. Partly due to my eclectic taste, and to the number of mixes (from friends or commercial sources) in my music library. Routinely, Kristen will walk in the door and screw up an eyebrow at the current track, either in unexpected pleasure or distaste. And apparently now I'm even weirder musically because I like "cowboy music". Oh well!
"I LOVE your stockings!"
Staff and visitors always loved whatever patterned tights I happened to wear. I wore my fish tights a lot, since most Tuesdays were CSI (a school science program about discovering the source of a leak---it's from the aquarium). Pansies were probably the runner-up in terms of wear and number of compliments.
PS: Did I mention that we had Xmas Eve dinner of appetizers? The main food groups were cheese-related and brown. I tried to compensate with celery and carrot sticks. Kevin also made Evil Sangria (so named for its dangerously deliciously disguised alcohol content). And dessert was essentially a giant blob of cream cheese with green jello-power-thing mixed in. So tasty. So bad for me.
