- I’ve spilled coffee on my floor too many times to count in the last weeks because it gets lost in the crafts (can I also mention that I’ve tried to drink the water holding my brushes? it’s in a mug and clearly too confusing for me to discern drinkable liquid from crafting liquid)
- My battery talks. No, really… it’s like Herbie’s cousin or son or something. It started last week and even though I’ve changed things and consulted people it still happens. I first noticed the beeping and incessant lock/unlock (no it’s not a daftpunk song reference) last week and annoyingly thought it was my friend’s car. When I finally went out to check, I found the car chirping like a bird and the locks raising up and down. That’s right… “possessed” was the first word that came to my mind too. So, I unhooked the battery and slept soundly and confronted it the next day and the next, when it kept doing the same thing! I felt nervous to go anywhere because my car was basically asking thieves to have good timing because it would OPEN up for them! Every night, I unhooked the battery and every morning I connected it again… until it didn’t start one morning and my very helpful neighbors told me it was because my connection was loose (of course, I thought, I’ve been disconnecting it every night!). So, I got it “fixed” by my friend Don Marcos and thought it was all swell… until today Tara and I went to a store and came back out to find my car unlocked. Super weird!
- I eat popcorn as a major food group almost as much as I eat chips and salsa. They make up a huge part of my appetite.
- I sing while running on the treadmill. I’m sure it’s strange for passers-by, but I can’t help it. Sometimes I get really into the music and if the beat hits at the same time as my feet, there is a good chance I’ll close my eyes and mouth a few words. One time I did just that and almost fell right off the end!
- I write raps when I drive… like out loud. I’m not sure if this will make you feel better today, but I know it would give most of my students “pena jena,” which means they are embarrassed for me. I most definitely make up raps and then sometimes I call people and leave rap messages. I feel clever for a few seconds and then I desperately hope they don’t think I’m a freak… and by then it’s too late.
- The other day, when talking to one of my UBER-cool friends, she said, “How do you do it?” to which of course I responded, “Do what?” She explained that she thought she was weird, but couldn’t keep it up all the time. Me, on the other hand – I somehow always got my quirks on. It’s true. I wear quirky like it is ALWAYS in style. oops.
Oh, trust me… there are SO many stories. I hope these made you laugh this morning… and also made you thankful you are most definitely more “normal” than me.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy
Who defines normal?????? I’ll be smiling all day.
lol! your treadmill story cracked me up! i do the same thing! 🙂 well, when i was using it anyway. ive kind of slacked on that right now, so im a loser! haha! but anyway, i love this post! thanks for the smile.
Kellie