Are you salivating yet?
Thought I’d give you another little teaser. Got February 5 marked on the calendar? I know I do!
In other news, I’ve seen this meme floating around and I figured it’s high time I participated. That’s right, you get to learn 6 weird things about me! However, before I start, I need to preface things with a little explanation.
See I’m an engineer, so there’s a lot more than 6 weird things about me. There’s probably like 40. But for the sake of not appearing completely crazy by revealing all my idiosyncrasies I narrowed the list down to just 6. If you’re still confused, check out the video below. My parents sent it to me…is that a hint?
Without further ado, 6 weird things about me are:
I have a lot of weird issues with numbers. I see mathematical relationships in all kinds of things. I can remember a phone number without ever dialing it, and can also tell you the exact amounts of money that I have spent throughout the day. I also remember license plate numbers fairly often, and will often recognize a car that I drove behind on the way to work a few days later. Strange, no?
I’m a firm believer in a good handshake. I’m not one of those people who will squeeze your hand off, but I also hate wimpy handshakes. In that same vein, I feel like a fish out of water when another guy extends their hand for what I think is a handshake, only to do that slide the hand and punch the knuckles thing. I totally hate that, and I always assume they’re offering a handshake, so then I feel very awkward when I shake and they try to slide their hand across mine. Seriously, why do guys have to do all the hand slapping stuff?
You know that sound that your straw makes when you’re trying to jam it into a glass full of ice (the fridge kind, not the wimpy fountain drink ice), and it scrapes down the side of the ice? That noise is probably the worst sound in the world. My family can attest to this. Everytime we sit down and my Mom pours a coke into her glass and proceeds to stab her straw into it, I end up in a limp pile on the floor. I know this is crazy weird, and I can’t explain it, but it is true.
When I was a child I constantly surprised my mother by using words like gelatinous and voluminous. It overjoyed me to no end when I started my current job, I used the word over-modulated in normal conversation and wasn’t laughed at.
I am deathly afraid of trams. I’ve lived in Albuquerque all of my life, the location of the gorgeous Sandia Mountains and the world’s longest tram, and I’ve still never ridden it. I’m completely fine with a chairlift, but I freak out when I have to ride in a tram. If it’s the only way available to the top of a ski mountain, I’ll ride one, but I close my eyes and pray the whole time.
I only eat eggs if they’re scrambled. I refuse to touch them if they are prepared any other way. All that yolk everywhere…nasty! When I was a kid I would drench them in ketchup too. Ok, I still do that, but I like to think that I don’t need as much ketchup now that my palette is more refined.
Alright, that’s it for my weird issues. Hopefully I haven’t scared you off ;) More details coming soon on the store scavenger hunt, I promise!
