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on me : idiosyncracies
As we lay in bed last night, P and I started talking, as we do too little these days, as he’s been working crazy hours.
He poke-poke-poked me about my “rules,” and we somehow meandered upon a list of my weirdnesses, which are plentiful.
- I have an odd affection for bathrooms aboard means of transportation: busses, airplaines, trains, RVs, etc. I have no idea where this stems from, but I know I can’t control my impulse to check them out regardless of how shifty said transporter is.
- I have a “thing” for anything in miniature form. Picture this: brunch at Norma’s in NYC’s Le Parker Meridian (pictured above), my handsome husband sitting accross from me, a bellini on the table - and me, shoving individually-sized bottles of maple syrup and ketchup into my bag. They were too cute to pass up, even if it meant that my meal was devoid of said syrup and ketchup.
- I have a tendancy to hoard. I’m not as bad as the nuts on the show, but I have a really difficult time letting go of anything. For instance, the aforementioned miniature condiments sit on my pantry shelves; I will hold onto luxe toiletries, saving them for special occassions, or, if I use them, saving the last little bit in the container. I am currently working on purging my closet, which includes my HS graduation dress (c/o ‘01), and an embarrassing amount of Abercrombie, American Eagle, etc.
- I have “rules” for everything. For breakfast, certain drinks accompany certian classes of meals: baked/breaddy foods go with milk, while egg-based/savory meals go with orange juice. Orange juice is the only acceptable breakfast juice for me, although I won’t say anything if you decide to drink pineapple, or grapefruit. Apple and grape are lunch/day juices. By guidelines such as these, I live my life.
- I never considered myself a picky eater because my parents never gave us options. We ate what my mom made, and had hot lunch in school. As an adult though, I am much more particular. I don’t like: meat with bones in it, anything with anise/fennel, anything with green pepper, anything grilled/char-tasting, anything with barbeque sauce unless its super spicy, most salds with fruit, any sausage except for spicy breakfast sausage, pears and anything with a similarly gritty texture, water chestnuts, any fried potato product (fries included)…
- I hate spending money on necessities. Toilet paper, a functional mattress, putting up a new fence outside…all off my radar. I find it much easier to shell out for clothing, makeup, dining out, and going out - weird, huh?
- I’m okay with mess, but not filth. Fact: I haven’t done laundry since September-ish. Fact: I leave a trail of shoes and bobby pins everywhere I go. Fact: I will avoid picking up said items or doing easy chores, but cannot deal with things like a dirty stove, a dirty faucet, an unswept floor. I have kicked shoes out of the way in order to sweep where they were, and then leave the shoes wherever they’ve landed.
I hope our kids inherit P’s much more easy-going nature.
Actually, precocious children are pretty effing adorable.
