CraftBoom author and friend Lisa Lam tagged me with a fun post today about being weird. Although I usually am not able to take on a tag, this one looked like so much fun I just had to participate . So I’m supposed to tell you 7 weird things about me. They may not all be ‘weird’, but I claim full ownership of the title “Quirky“.

My Egyptian Heritage? When I was a toddler, I used to caress a statue of the Egyptian goddess Nefertiti that belonged to my grandmother. She insisted that it was a sign that she and I knew each other in a past life in Egypt. Although I don’t know if it’s true or not, I can say that I have always had a fascination with ancient Egypt, she and I were very close, and that same statue now sits on my desk today.

My REAL heritage. I am adopted, so I know very little about my genetic history. In fact, the only thing I know is that I am English, Swedish, Danish & Welsh. I would have to say that if I ever saw a resemblance between me and particular nationality, it would be Welsh. I’ve always wanted to go to Wales to connect with my biological past, because I’ve never really been able to find any information on my birth family.

My Clone? When my first daughter was born, I was amazed to find how incredibly alike we were, even as a baby. She has grown up to be my Mini-Me, and has even shared the same reoccurring nightmare dream I had when I was a child. Talk about w.e.i.r.d.

Famous - vicariously. I grew up in Glen Ellyn, Illinois and went to High School with Sean Hayes and Amy Carlson.

EEeeeewwwwwww… I went to college at Prescott College in Prescott AZ. Our new student orientation was a three-week backpacking trip in the wilderness, and we were not allowed to leave any trace of being there behind (read :: no toilet paper allowed :O)

How I piss off my family & friends. 99.9% of the time I am late to things, and it drives me nuts. But it doesn’t bother me as much as being early to things, which makes my skin crawl if I have to sit somewhere and do nothing for any length of time. Being stuck somewhere with nothing to do is my definition of claustrophobia. Same with having a computer with no internet connection. You seriously don’t want to be around me when Comcast has an outage; it’s downright embarrassing.

I confess. I am notorious for having a messy house. I actually love to organize things, and don’t mind actual cleaning (washing, polishing, laundry, etc.) - I just hate, hate, hate putting stuff away.

I’d like to get to know some of my new-ish readers better, so I would like to ask WAHM Tara, Dorothy Stahlnecker, Cory Huff, Rose, and WAH(Web)Mommy just how weird they are, too. But honestly, there are SO MANY of you that I’d love to hear from on this one, so please feel free to play along if you want to shake your weird thing with us, too!

If you liked this article, please...
	Subscribe Via Email		Subscribe Via RSS		Add to Technorati

Or read these related articles...