Oh! And I've been "tagged." *sigh* AmyDoodle of Mind Over Mullis gave me the news last night. Story has it I'm to disclose 5 odd and/or unique things about myself. Bummer. I'm also supposed to tag five new people... but I refuse to conform (sorry Amy). 'Tis your choice, Oh Faithful Readers. So if you'd like to clue those of Bloggerland in on all your funnies, post away... but I don't want to name names (you know who you are, Melanie) and leave you feeling trapped or pressured (kimmi, I'm lookin' at you). I shall merely proceed with my own facts.
1. I'm OCD about washing my hands. When a sink and soap are no where to be found I steal from the stash of baby wipes meant for my two-year-old. Or... a good spit bath works.
2. I carry a Kleenex in the waistband of my pants (the ones without pockets). You never know when your nose may require a good swiping. Or when Hubby will need a smear of grease rubbed from his cheek. (Note: Do not do this while dining at 54th Street Grill and Bar for your third anniversary.)
3. I count steps, silently, as I ascend or descend them. It's a good thing our two staircases have just twelve steps each, since I can only count to fourteen.
4. Hi, my name is Janna and I'm addicted to caffeine. Primarily that which is found in Dr Pepper and Starbucks mocha frappucinos. Here's what I look like when I haven't had any:
Although, to be fair, I look the same when I've had too much. Or when I get out of bed in the morning.
5. I'm a self-conscious person. Really. Oh, cripes. Was that a boogie on the end of my nose? *runs to other room, away from computer so no one can see*
5 comments:
Soooooooooo funny!
*Chuckles*
I'm glad I found your blog ;0)
Michele
Writing the Cyber Highway
Why thanks, Michele! It's always exciting to gain new readers. :D
I'm gonna go check your blog out now...
Janna, I'll play along, but I don't know enough people to tag 5 more. It seems all the blogs I read have already been hit!
I must comment on the stair counting - I consider myself borderline OCD and fight the "natural" tendencies to count everything, check my purse one more time, and wash my hands a lot.
That came to a head when my mom came to visit last July. We live on the 4th floor and I've forced myself not to count them - to this day I have not - but the first time she started climbing she asked how many there were. I shouted for her to keep it to herself or I'd be doomed to counting the rest of the time we live here. :)
So far, so good.
Ok, I'll give it a try, Janna. *kimmi glaring at Janna* Arghh, five you say..hmm~!
hugs
Yay!
...For some reason your blog won't allow me to comment. ? It sends me to an error page. ?
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