I've been tagged by this blogger and never having been tagged before, was rather excited. Of course, I work in a factory that manufactures heat pumps, so my level of enthusiasm is markedly different from anyone that doesn't work here.
Here are the rules she sent:
Rules: "The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits" of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals."
Here are my five weird habits:
1. I can never be doing one thing. If I am on the computer at home, I am also reading a book, working a new skirt, searching for jewelry ideas, playing with my cat, brushing my teeth - it goes on. I never considered this a problem, being Queen Multi-tasker of the Freakin' Universe, but have been told by other people that it's annoying. Perhaps they are just jealous. Yes, that must be it. Single tasking fools!
2. I get really angry when, at a four way stop, and it is the other person's turn to go, they won't just GO! Then I get even more angry when they wave me on, like they are doing me some big favor. Fool, it was your turn! You got there 60 seconds before me and you're on my right hand side. Honestly, am I the only one that read the DMV manual?
3. I am obsessed with owning a hamster . I'd rather not talk about it though. Moving on.
4. Any time I eat Pringles, I have to put two of the chips in my mouth like a duck bill. No, that isn't all. Then I have to quack like a duck. I have to, you don't even understand. Unrelated, but when I was 16, I was in a Pringle's commercial. Pop, pop, pop.
5. When I get home from work everyday, my Siamese Cat and I have a conversation. So serious. Siamese Cat is very vocal. He runs up to the door as soon as I open it (Siamese Cat thinks he's a dog - he also plays fetch, and occassionally lets the dog groom his big fat furry face - I just haven't told him that he's a cat quite yet). So he runs up and meows. And I will say, "who's a pretty boy" and he will meow and I will say "yes, that's right, you! You're the pretty boy!" Then there is more meowing and I nod my head and encourage him to tell me all about his day.
And that is that.
Except wait, I have more.
Last week, I had a car accident. Minor one. Someone backed into my car. I don't know for sure, but I think my car may fill others with rage. Here's what happened:
I'm at the gym. I pull into the lot. Big Ass SUV (BASUV) is in front of me, looks like waiting for a space. Mmm, yes, that's practical. You're at the gym, you want to park as close to the door as possible, Bob forbid you should have to walk too far to get on the treadmill.
BASUV's reversing lights come on, and here's my thought process:
I think, not a problem, BASUV surely must see me!
BASUV is still backing up. Hmmm, maybe BASUV does not see me.
Maybe I should honk my horn?
Don't want to appear rude.
Oh dear Bob, BASUV does not see me.
Should probably honk horn.
Sound of bumper crunching
2 second delay.
Sound of my horn honking.
Cat like reflexes people, meow.
Oh shit, I'm supposed to tag five more people. Well some of you have already been tagged I see. Jerks! Ok, fine, be that way, here's my five: