I suppose it's only fair that I also disclose my weirdnesses, despite any lingering questions over the validity of the "tag", as Michelle has already shown that she is stranger than any person has a right to be, and therefore, any of my oddities will, necessarily, pale by comparison. So, six weird things...
1. I make up and sing goofy songs all the time, about whatever I happen to be doing or talking about at the time. My kids have even learned some of them, such as "The Breakfast Song". This little ditty is something I made up one morning while making the kids breakfast, and I'll occasionally still sing it. If, for example, Dalton requests a waffle, then I sing this: "One little waffle coming up. One little waffle coming up. We'll put it in a cup, and make it go blup, blup. One little waffle coming up, blup, blup, blup." Completely nonsensical, of course, but like I said, goofy songs.
2. I am extremely, extremely hot natured. My feet in particular get really hot at night. It's probably been years since I've actually passed an entire night with my feet under the covers. I just have to stick them out, because they just get so hot that I can't sleep.
3. I am a bibliophile to the extreme. This in itself probably isn't all that odd, but I also happen to refuse to write in my books, for any reason, and I also read paperbacks without breaking the spine. In fact, I get really upset if the spine is broken on one of my books. They have to remain absolutely pristine. My most impressive accomplishment is reading Les Miserables without breaking the spine (a 1,000 + page book).
4. Okay, what else? Oh - frequently, when I sneeze, I'll add extra noises to the end. The kids find this really funny. Typically, it's just an extra "ee" noise, thus it sounds like "achoo-ee". Sometimes, it's achooee-wooee. Like I said, it amuses the kids, although I'm pretty sure I was doing it before we had kids.
5. I have really strange dreams. Michelle will occasionally mention that she had a strange dream the prior night, and she'll tell me her dream. Then I tell her one of mine, and I always have stranger dreams than she does. What's even more odd, is that I'm not always actually in my dreams - sometimes I'm just watching, sometimes it's me, and sometimes I'm watching me, and sometimes I'm actually somebody else. My dreams almost always have no connection with reality, other than the fact that people that I know are in them.
6. I don't know if this counts as weird or not, but I can't "flare" my nostrils, and I actually think it's funny that other people can control their nostrils at all. When I try, I just end up breathing heavily. I think I'm the only one out of our family that can't - I'm pretty sure Michelle, Dalton and Maggie all can. The fact that I even am cognisant of this fact is probably weird enough in itself.
2 comments:
there were no questions of the validity of the tag - i think it's all good. and jason does the sneezing thing, too - i can't stand it. cole laughs.
Well I just have to comment on this one, to add some family perspective (only from the Johnson side, sorry, Michelle!). On the singing/making up of little goofy songs: Johnny (J.s dad, my bro) was known for a variation of this among his sibs. He had a hilarious ability to twist words and make new ones up in order to entertain us all, which we direly needed. They were usually relayed to us in the form of a jest or jibe, so although we had no idea what the meaning of these words were, the tone and inflection implied a silly, but effective, insult to your person. What galls me as I write this is how few of them I can remember!
Another odd fact: my husband is an extreme punner, a class of humor I regard as lowly and unworthy of being categorized as wit. He also sings constantly, replacing words/lyrics with near-replicas, a favorite one is: "Can't buy me gloves, everybody tells me so" --you know, wink wink-- gloves=love... major groan. But I think because of Johnny's wordplay I may have a predisposition to appreciate this kind of stuff.
I have to say I am most impressed with the compulsion (come on, call it what it is) about non-bent book bindings. Try it with Tolstoy, too! Michelle, I think you should start a music critic blog, it's a natural talent. Syrup over sausages? As I commented to a friend one time, "Sugar, salt, and fat-- what more could you want?" Love to you guys!
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