Shelby's Life and Whatnot

8 Things Meme

Suzanne, whose blog Adventures in Daily Living is a fabulous ode to design talent and a wonderful blog in general, has tagged me for this meme.

Here are the rules: Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Since many of you know me quite well, I'll try to pick some interesting things.

1. Habit: I tend to eat the same thing over and over again, every day for the same meal, until I tire of it, after which I will not eat it for months or sometimes years. For example, when Kevin met me, I ate toaster pastries for breakfast every day. About a year later, I switched to Kudos granola bars, but recently bought a new box of toaster pastries (although my current toaster doesn't seem to be cooking them properly right now). This batch of toaster pastries are my first, I believe, since 2000. I also eat frozen potstickers (cooked, of course) for lunch. I have been doing this for approximately the last 2 years. I eat different things when I'm not at home, but when I am home and fixing my lunch, it is usually potstickers. Yes, I know this is weird.

2. Habit: I cannot sleep without some kind of blanket. Even when it is a thousand degrees in the room, I have to be covered by something. Very, very rarely a sheet alone will work, but it's usually a blanket. I also cannot sleep with air blowing on me, either from a fan, the window, or someone's mouth. I can't stand getting breathed on in any situation.

3. Fact: When I was in fifth grade I wanted to be both a farmer and a professional tap dancer. I was into the Little House on the Prairie books and tv show and thought that being a farmer would be really cool. Unfortunately, I was torn between that and my intense desire to be a professional tap dancer. In fifth grade we had to draw a picture of our future professions, so caught between the two, I decided that I would be a farmer during the day and have a stage and theater in my barn so I could tap dance at night. My picture depicted the red barn with a tap dancing me. My teacher failed to understand my intentions (and could not wrap her brain around the idea) so I didn't do well on that assignment.

4. Habit: I sing or lip sync to whatever music I'm listening to almost all the time. If I'm in a singable location (the car, for example) I belt it out. In other situations I'll sing under my breath or lip sync. My co-workers make fun of me because they have caught me more than once walking in from the parking lot listening to my iPod and mouthing the words of the songs. Also, much like the food thing, I'll listen to the same song, cd, or playlist repeatedly until I tire of it and put it away for years. Kevin says that I leave the same cd in the player until God himself comes down to tell me to change it. Fortunately, iTunes and my iPod have made it possible to introduce a little variety into my life.

5. Fact: I have never eaten a Big Mac. It just never looked good to me, and the special sauce is very suspicious.

6. Fact: I look down on people who don't know how to type using all of their fingers There you have it--I'm a typing snob. I don't insist on strict error-free typing or textbook touch-typing (I certainly don't do that myself), but it's 2007, people. What the hell is wrong with you? Computers aren't going away so it will save everyone a lot of time over the course of the rest of your life if you learn how to do it now.

7. Fact: I don't know how to program numbers in our cordless phone. I'm sure it's easy enough, but I actually just dial everyone by hand. Since I have a practically pathological fear of the telephone (with a few exceptions--my mom and very close friends), this habit is not really all that challenging.

8. Fact: I hate shoes. Wearing them is all right, but I hate buying them, I don't understand why people would buy more than they absolutely needed (tennies, dressy black shoes, something in between, boots for snow--done!), and I have never understood the appeal of them, particularly spending a great deal of money on them. I think I missed that female gene (the handbag one too), but I see absolutely nothing attractive about buying a pair of shoes that squish your feet or are difficult to walk in, or really, any type of shoe at all beyond something strictly attire-appropriate utilitarian. I can count on one hand the number of shoes I have found to be "cute." If I've told you your shoes were cute, chances are good I was lying.

I'm supposed to tag people now, but I always feel like I'm imposing myself on them or something, so if you're interested and don't have anything else to write about--go for it!