Six Things

My new friend, Green Girl, has tagged me for another meme. I don't think I've done this one before and am always in need of new blogging material so I thought I'd give it a go.

Here are the rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog
2. Write 6 random things about yourself
3. Tag 6 people at the end of your post
4. If you're tagged, DO IT and pass on the tag

I'm going to follow two of them. :) If you want to do it, too, then consider yourself tagged.

1. My appendages are not what you'd call normal. I have deformed hands. Here is a photo of my knuckles ~ look closely at the pinkie one on my left hand. There's a hole where the knuckle should be. The actual knuckle is there, but it's back a little ways. When I put my hands together, the pinkie on that hand is shorter than the pinkie on my right hand. I also have strange thumbs. Left is normal but right is short and fat. My theory is that I sucked it when I was a baby, but I'm not sure if that would have created such an anomaly. Even the fingernail on the right one is deformed. Weird, huh?I also have the ugliest feet known to mankind. I got them from my Great Grandma, who I loved so much... so I try to appreciate them. They are short and wide and flat ~ I have no arch support. It is impossible for me to wear cute shoes. We lovingly refer to them as my Fred Flintstone Feet:I do what I can to pretty them up with pedi's and toe rings but I'm always glad when winter comes around again and they can go back into hiding. :)

2. I have a strange sense of humor. I don't think traditional comedies are funny. In fact, if I can tell a movie or person is trying to be funny, I rarely find it or them worth a giggle. Shawn says I have a mean sense of humor because the things I think are hilarious are people being caught off guard... shows like Scare Tactics, Just for Laughs (which I can't find a link for ~ I think it's not on any longer), Candid Camera will have me laughing until I pee my pants. I have been known to jump out from behind the shower curtain to scare my own children. I have even startled my boss, on purpose, while she was trying to parallel park by yelling "boom" as if she'd hit the car behind us. (I was lucky I wasn't fired). I have played pranks on Shawn like tying a rubber band around the squirter faucet in the kitchen so when he turned on the water to do dishes it squirted him in the belly.

3. I hate clutter. I'm constantly cleaning out old clothes, toys that are no longer played with, the junk drawer, old coupons, etc. But we have enough food and water stockpiled to last three months during a natural disaster or nuclear fallout of some sort. This is what my pantry looks like:And here is our fridge:

The fridge is actually rather empty. I have a milk delivery coming tomorrow so the top shelf will once again be filled with glass bottles of local milk. I usually have a salad stuffed in there, too, but with Jason here over the weekend, my normal grocery trip was cut short just a bit.

4. My initials are A.M.Y. I never sign with all three initials because I think people will think I'm retarded and don't know the difference between my first name and my initials. So I initial things A.Y. instead. I think this is rather cool, actually. My nephew shares this with me ~ his name is Sam and his initials are S.A.M.

5. I love to be hospitalized (for short periods of time). I'm scared to admit this with the upcoming C~section... hopefully I don't jinx myself and end up there for three weeks. But I love the overly clean and disinfected smell of hospitals. I love the feel of the nurses' well worn scrubs rubbing against my face as they lean over me to adjust my blood pressure cuff. I love getting to pick out crappy hospital food from the menu. I love being catered to and having no choice but to accept help for every move I make. When I had my babies, I stayed as long as they let me... not because I was scared to go home and be alone with the boys but it was just fun being in that tiny hospital room that seemed safe and comfortable with people coming in and out making sure we were Ok. I love getting visits or flowers ~ it makes me feel loved.

6. Despite my hate of clutter, I'm also stockpiling books. Not necessarily for the aforementioned potential natural disaster or nuclear holocaust (I really don't worry about those things, but it's nice to be prepared just in case). I am addicted to books. I've discussed this before but I don't think I've shown you what this obsession looks like. Here it is:

The top shelf is Shawn's. The bottom shelf is mostly books we've read that haven't been requested yet on PBS. The big shelf in the middle is our photo albums... I also collect pictures and am running out of room. We need to buy another book shelf. The other two shelves are mine and at last count I was over 90 books. None of which have been read. You can't tell from the picture but the books that are laying flat have books standing up behind them. I will never read all of these books. But I can't stop collecting them!! Most of them were swapped from PBS or purchased at thrift stores, so this isn't a horribly expensive habit.

I figure, since I can't have a shoe habit due to the Fred Flintstone Feet, this will make up for it.

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Quick Keiki update ~ the boys have completely flipped. They are now conspiring again, with both heads together on my left side. (last Friday one was breech and one was laying sideways with his head on my right side ~ I seriously do not know how they have this much room to move around). I have 13 days to go until their birthday! Their parents will be here next week. I have one more day to work (tomorrow) and then my maternity leave starts...