TAGGED!!!

Well, I just found out today that I had been "tagged" by Adrienne. I guess this is a new blog thing to help everyone to know WAY more about their friends than they ever wanted to. Sounds fun to me!
Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Write six random thoughts about yourself
4. Tag six or so people at the end of your post
5. Let each person know he or she has been tagged
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted

Click on Adrienne's name above for her interesting facts!

Okay, so here we go.  Brace yourselves, cause I've got problems.  I'll just sort of run through my day and give you my dirty little secrets as I go along.

1.  Let's say I'm making eggs for breakfast and it's a brand new carton.  I will take out the eggs in such an order that they are evenly dispersed.  There can't be too many on either end or the carton would be off balanced and when I go to pull the container out of the fridge it might tip one way or the other and some eggs might fall out and break and then I would have salmonella all over the floor and have to clean up all the sticky eggy goup.  Now, if Shelby had made eggs the day before me he would not have left them in such an orderly manner so then I would have to reorganize the eggs before I start taking eggs out to make breakfast.  I don't actually think this is strange at all.  It makes total sense to me, but my friends saw me do it once and made tons of fun of me so I thought it was worth mentioning.

2.  Breakfast is over and everyone gets up and takes their plates over and leaves the room to get ready for the day.  Only one problem.  NO ONE PUSHES THEIR CHAIRS BACK INTO THE TABLE!  Why does this bother me so much?  I don't know, but it drives me crazy and it seems that it doesn't occur to a single other human to push their chair back into the table when they get up.  I even fix other peoples chairs at their homes if I'm in the room near the table.  I can't stand it.  Also cabinet doors and drawers.  They MUST be closed all the way.  I won't name names, but some people in my home will "sort of" close these things leaving them slightly open.   Why?  Why?  Why would you do that?  If you've gone to the trouble of pushing it some, why not just go the extra mile and actually CLOSE it?  To go a bit further, if I'm putting away dishes and I put away a few plates and then I move on to the cups knowing that I will have other items to put in the same cabinet as the plates I still close the plate cabinet while I'm putting the cups away.  I just can't stand cabinet doors being open.  Or if you close a drawer and just a little peek of a sock or something is poking through.  Agh!  It kills me.  Moving on.

3.  After I put Lennon down for his morning nap I often take a shower in peace.  I have a standard order that I do things in during a shower.  If I accidentally do something out of order I will start all over.  For instance my most common error is putting body soap into my hands before washing my face.  I just can't wash my body before my face.  It's gross.  Face, body, hair.  That's the only logical order to me.  

4.  Speaking of logic.  Let's talk about numbers.  If it's Thursday and something cool is happening on Saturday how many days are there until you get to do that cool thing?  Well if you ask me there is only 1 day of waiting for the cool Saturday activity.  You are currently in Thursday and it'll be over before you know it and of course you wouldn't count Saturday cause that whole day will be consumed with getting ready for the cool thing, then doing the cool thing, then thinking back to the cool thing.  So, you're left with Friday.  Friday you have to wait.  Most people however, will say that from thursday until saturday is 2 days.  Well, other people.  You are wrong!

5.  I'll have to stray a little now from my usual day, but let's imagine I am out at night after dark doing grocery shopping or picking up a gift from the mall or something.  Even just out at a friends house and on my way home.  As I walk to my car I imagine there might be some creepy dude/thing under it waiting to pull me under by the ankles as I approach my car.  So, I always get to the door and clumsily unlock the door and jump in as fast as I can do avoid this creepy person.  Then I lock the doors right away so said person cannot enter my car forcibly and take me hostage.  You might think the danger is over now, but it's only just beginning.  Then I think,  "well, with all that worry about the guy under the car I didn't even think to look in the back seat before jumping in.  There could be an even creepier dude back there waiting to attack me."  So, quickly I look back, but I can't spend too much time cause I really need to get this car moving and out of the parking lot in case some maniac is about to attack me.  I am after all a poor, helpless girl.  Periodically, as I'm driving down the road I will glance back to make sure no one has come out of their awesome hiding place in the back of my car and is sitting behind me waiting to strike.  Once home I am usually fine.  Although if I'm ever outside, alone after dark at a home that is not my home...I am almost always terrified of the unknown.  What could be lurking out here?  A big mean scary animal?  A dangerous man?  Some kind of creature I didn't even know existed?  Probably a really mean dog is about to jump out of the bushes and just tare me to shreds.  I literally (and yes, Adrienne I do mean literally)  run as fast as I can to get inside the home to safety.  

6.  A little more of the same.  As you all know, Shelby is often out late because of school and I go to bed alone on those nights.  When I go back to my room I usually do not feel completely safe.  I think "maybe there's some kind of thing under the bed waiting for me."  I don't really know what I think, but I'm scared.  In fact, truth be told, I usually ask Shelby to come back and say goodnight to me even if he is here cause if I'm not alone when I go to bed I'm not scared of what lies under the bed.  If, however I am alone  it goes something like this.  I enter the bedroom - I sort of gauge how fast I have to go and how far I have to jump to get to my bed after turning the lights out - then as soon as I flick the switch I zip up to my bed and get under the covers, touching the ground as little as possible so the thing can't get me.  After lying under the covers for a few seconds I usually feel safe.  I don't know by what rationale I think my down comforter is going to protect me from some creature from beneath, but it comforts me and so I'm not going to question it too much.  Once in bed, I sometimes hear a noise or something that sort of scares me, but as long as my back isn't turned to the noise I consider myself safe.  Then I will visualize how I would attack my attacker and save my children and jump out of the window and run to the neighbors house to safety if such an event occurred.  Sometimes I fall asleep planning my escapes.  

7.  I just have to add this to go along with Adrienne's "dog voice" quirk.  Shelby and I both actually talk for our children before they are old enough to talk.  It doesn't seem strange to us cause we just do it all the time.  For example:  Me as Lennon "Dada!  Dada's home.  Dada, I pooped in my diaper today."  Shelby "Did you Tugboat?  I hope Mommy cleaned you up."  Me as Lennon "Don't tell me stuff Dada."  Me as Me "Lennon, don't be rude to Daddy, he just got home from work."  Me as Lennon "Don't you tell me stuff Dada."   Or Shelby might say as Lennon "Mommy will you put some clothes on me so we can all get to church on time?"  And then I'll say to Lennon "Well Lennon why couldn't Daddy put your clothes on?"  Then Shelby as Lennon might say "Daddy was afraid he would put me in the wrong outfit Momma."  We basically use Lennon, and Mia before she could speak to just communicate random thoughts as well as to communicate together in general sometimes.   We also say really strange things to out kids such as "Mia, you are made of cheese and I just love you so much that I could eat your whole face right now!"  Or, "Mia, did you know that your brain floats in pickle juice?"  Or "Lennon, you are such a little duck!  Just a tiny wittle baby duck that smells like turkey and cheese."    This I'll give you, is a little strange.  

Hmmm.  Now I have to tag people, but I don't really know anyone who blogs except my sister in laws, so I'll just tag both of you.

1.  LeNan

2. Bethany

3.  Anyone else who just wants to divulge craziness on the comments section here please, feel free.  You might help make me feel a little less crazy.