Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I have so many "pretty" things to post, Taylor's special birthday cake, our goodie bag alternative, and a dynamite recipe, but I feel like just being silly today to try and help me shake this feeling. Lately I have been so concentrated on trying to make this blog perfect. Only posting certain content, taking and editing perfect pictures, trying to write good content, and I'm just a bit tired. This is not to say that my content has been perfect or pretty, it's just something I've been working hard at it, not necessarily achieving. It's lovely to have pretty things on my blog, but if it takes all the joy out of blogging, than what good is it for? So today, I'm sharing a bit of myself that is a little embarrassing, but what is good blogging without some embarrassment from time to time? I hope you don't leave me hanging and share some embarrassing quirks about yourself in the comments section :) So here they are, the ones that I'm willing to share:
* I get very happy when we finish a box or jar of food. It's like I wasn't wasteful and used up all our resources.
*Conversely, it drives me crazy when there's just a little bit left of something in a box or jar. Like not quite enough for 1 serving of cereal, or just the tiniest bit of salsa left in the jar. Sometimes if I don't have an immediate use for it and I come across it, I'll just throw it out; it's like it's symbolic of me getting rid of clutter in my life. Weird, I know.
*I have this particular plastic knife that I save and use to stir my coffee creamer with. Not a spoon, not a stirrer, or even a metal knife, but a plastic knife. And I put it in the dishwasher. I think it's from Wendy's or Chinese takeout. It's sturdy as far as plastic knives go.
*Speaking of utensils, one of my biggest pet peeves is when your utensil falls off of your plate. And I get sent into overdrive when it falls off on the way to the sink with your dishes in hand. The noise, the mess it makes if the bits of food on the fork splatter on the floor. It drives me crazy. Weird, I know.
*I have this old rubber band that I can't throw away. It is completely stretched out and worn and I have to wrap it around my hair about 5 times to get it to hold, but I just can't throw it away.
*And lastly, since we're on the subject of rubber bands, my final weird quirk that I'm willing to share before I scare you all off and you never read again is this: I keep a rubber band around my wrist and play with it, like twirl it around my wrist and snap it and pull at it. Weird, I know. I guess it's like a nervous tick.