Turns out I enjoy sticking my head through wooden cutouts and making faces.
When I tell people my middle name, they laugh. Not with me but most definitely at me. I take comfort in the fact my name could have been worse. It could’ve been Elmo.
I have a birthmark on the back of my thigh which is the exact shape of the country of Italy. I sincerely believe this is responsible for my shoe fetish.
I collect watches but I never wear them. The hair on my wrist is too long and I’m tired of yelping when the watch rips the hairs out.
I’m scared of cows. This can prove troublesome when one is married into a cattle farming family.
I call my husband Boo on my blog because it was his childhood nickname, bestowed onto him by an older sibling.
I hate parsnips.
I’m tone deaf and vocally challenged yet I love karaoke.
I once filled a dozen Barbies doll heads with ketchup and then used the dolls for target practice to sight in a rifle.
There are three nipple hairs on my right boob that only sprout whenever my husband is home for the weekend. I’m debating on letting them grow and seeing if I can put beads on them just to freak my husband out.
I did an interview for The Daily Femme and you can read more about me here. (Go read it. You won’t be disappointed in my jackassery.)
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Care to share a random tidbit about yourself so I don’t feel all alone in my quirkiness?
SarahSee
I can stick my legs behind my head…one leg at a time.
I can also give you a thumbs up with my feet by curling all of my toes, except my big one under. This grosses my mom out.
I eat ketchup on practically everything, but I refuse to eat anything tomato-y.
beth
I have a birthmark on my left hip in the shape of football, which probably explains why I tolerate football….
Leah @ Just Plucking Daisies
I can twist my tongue into a flower shape.
But I am still a bad French kisser, go figure. Ask my husband. I stink at it.
I love your blog!
Christina
Gasp that I am even typing this on here, I was born with no toenails Nada zip ziltch. And for some odd reason I have size 11 feet at 5 feet tall, and people wonder why I freak when they step on my feet.
The Chapstick Pezbian
**I play Quidditch (no, we can’t fly) on a team at my university.
**My favorite city changed from Paris to London while I was abroad this summer.
**French fries dipped in a mayonnaise & ketchup mixture are my ultimate weakness.
Zoeyjane
I have THREE middle names.
I am quickly becoming a shoe-girl, but have never been one before.
I’m still lactating. Zoë quit breastfeeding three years ago.
I miss your winks.
Melissa
I have nipple hair too. The right boob more than the left. I pluck one and two grow back. I give up. I pluck them all one day and the next day they are peaking back out. I tell my husband to deal with it.
I try to plan to do too many things in one day and someone gets disappointed when I don’t do them all.
I also love your blog!
I am shy and hate it. I am more outspoken now than I have ever been, but when I am around a lot of people at a party or something like that I get my shy on and have a hard time turning it off. My husband is the exact opposite.
I love food, and so does my ass! I always say, you have to have to pieces of what you eat that way your ass stays evened out!
Heather - Notes From Lapland
Actually I think it’s a legal requirement of Karaoke singers to be tone deaf and vocally challenged.
LarryLilly
I can raise one eye brow and keep the other level.
I am an engineer and yet still must add numbers on my fingers.
I thought I was dyslexic, now I know that I am just spastic.
67% of all statistics are made up, including this one.
Brahm (alfred lives here)
I too like dogs more than people.
Like cold pizza for breakfat, way more than hot pizza for any meal.
Any fart or poop joke, any time, and I will laugh. Makes for awkward times in synagogue…
A Modern Military Mother
I love swearing and knob gags!
Jessi
My great uncle’s name was Elmo Urton. It doesn’t get worse than that.
Michelle Zive
I have a hard time living in the moment.
I have two people warring inside me: a suburbanite and a hippie.
I have a fantastic fantasy life.
dale
My best talent is making “Gerbil Face”
I once made it so many times at a party I had broken blood vessels on my cheeks the next morning.
If you ask me I might send you a picture of Gerbil Face.
I sprouted my first chin hair last week. I’ll be 40 in a month.
DawnMarie
Judging by others’ answers, there’s alot of us immature introverts out there, lol. Enjoy!:
I also prefer my dog’s company over that of humans, with the exception of my overly-flatulant boyfriend, but only because he shares the couch/chocolate/beer/remote without complaint.
I wake said boyfriend up in the middle of the night when I let a “rival” fart go, just to show him I’m a contender.
I put ketchup on my ketchup, and often order fries just so I can eat ketchup without looking wierd.
When I see large words, I feel compelled to count the letters and then group them into even numbers in my head. Example: the word Moving = 6 letters, 2 groups of 3, Mov – ing. Words with odd numbers of letters bug the shit out of me, like the word: discovery = 9 letters, disco – very.
I crack my left big toe constantly, so much that friends have to tell me to stop.
Reading these make me feel alot less strange. =)
Joie
Hmmm…
I type almost everything in my head. Started in high school. I get angry when I have to backspace or fix my own thoughts.
I am very loud and always with people at work and just about anywhere I go. But I much prefer being alone at home with my animals. In sweats. With ice cream.
I have the world’s stinkiest feet. Ever. I have used just about every thing there is to fix this…and yet they still stink.
Fart jokes also still make me laugh. And I still think talking about sex is funny. I am almost 30.
I am very internally conflicted about turning 30. Don’t feel at all grown up yet and am scared.
Catootes
“Close Talkers” give me the creepies. Step back away from my personal space, thank you very much.
I can out fart, from a stink perspective, my husband and the dog. This prevents close talkers in my immediate family.
About two years ago, I stopped liking the taste and texture of pasta. The smell of baked ziti makes me queasy.
Hamlet's Mistress
I’m scared of the dark.
I had a crush on George Peppard, you know, before he died.
I am messy.
Louche-ska
Thank you for the excuse to be a wee bit narcissistic!
At 46 years of age I have about ten gray hairs on my head (natural auburn), yet move further south and my pubic hair is 75 per cent white.
I love spiders and snakes yet I’m terrified beyond all reason by moths and centipedes.
I’m afraid that if I miss going jogging just once I’ll immediately gain fifty pounds and turn to blubber.
I’m more scared of being in a relationship than being single.
… and, I’m a complete film snob who worships SpongeBob Squarepants.
Old School/New School Mom
The barbie doll head/ketchup combo is freakin’ genius. I wish I had done that as a youngster.