Saturday, November 20, 2010
Geeky Things I Like To Do - Number 8
Organize coupons. Yesterday was the annual Christmas shop-a-rama in Robinson. I didn't pay full price for anything except my gum. It literally pays to be a geek.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Geeky Things I Like To Do - Number 7
I just remembered this one while talking to Jill. I like to answer surveys. Whether they be marketing surveys, fun Facebook surveys about myself or other trivial matters, or surveys at work (those are usually the most fulfilling), I find them enjoyable. I don't like the phone versions. Just the online or paper kind.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Geeky Things I Like To Do - Number 6
I enjoy singing songs to my cat far more than he enjoys listening to me sing songs to him. I like to see how long he'll stay on my lap while I sing. There are many variables that determine this length of time. Mainly the volume, pitch, tone, and general quality of my voice. Sometimes I pet him or hug him while I sing. That typically decreases the lap time. I usually go with a nice dramatic rock ballad for the ups & downs. "Total Eclipse of the Heart" is a good one. When I get to the "every now & then I fall apart" part, he's long gone. Like the wind. Sometimes all I see is a blur of fur & the very tip of a tail. I find this highly amusing. This has been going on for years, so I'm not sure why it still irritates him or still entertains me. We have an understanding. I understand why he runs away, and he understands that I'm kinda wacky.
And with that, I think I have fulfilled my prophecy that I would some day become the crazy cat lady. In fact, I think I've been her for a number of years without really realizing it. Huh. Life is wondrous.
And with that, I think I have fulfilled my prophecy that I would some day become the crazy cat lady. In fact, I think I've been her for a number of years without really realizing it. Huh. Life is wondrous.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Geeky Things I Like To Do - Number 5
Ok, maybe "geeky" is the wrong adjective for this one, but it's definitely weird. We'll call it "quirky". I have some obsessive grooming/ beauty habits. These include: filing my nails, polishing my nails, maintaining my cuticles, tweezing my eyebrows (I do NOT get them waxed because the few times I did, it was not done to my liking & standards), and keeping my lips moisturized.
Now I do not consider myself a high-maintenance woman. I don't stand in front of the mirror for hours fussing over my hair & make-up. I do what I need to do & go. I only take my time & extra care for special occassions. My husband will attest to this. He has even commented that this pleases him. I think this makes the whole obsession about the grooming even more odd. Case in point, I have been known to buy items of clothing simply because they don't require ironing. I mean, most mornings, I do my make-up in the car. While I'm driving. Don't preach at me. I'm just making a point.
I would say the most obsessive is the nail filing. If I so much as perceive a crooked, misshapen, or, God forbid, jagged fingernail, there had better be a file within reach. If not, all I do until I get my hands on one is finger the jagged nail & obsess about fixing it. I have various theories on the origin of this strange behavior, but I'm tired right now, so that tangent will have to be another blog.
Now I do not consider myself a high-maintenance woman. I don't stand in front of the mirror for hours fussing over my hair & make-up. I do what I need to do & go. I only take my time & extra care for special occassions. My husband will attest to this. He has even commented that this pleases him. I think this makes the whole obsession about the grooming even more odd. Case in point, I have been known to buy items of clothing simply because they don't require ironing. I mean, most mornings, I do my make-up in the car. While I'm driving. Don't preach at me. I'm just making a point.
I would say the most obsessive is the nail filing. If I so much as perceive a crooked, misshapen, or, God forbid, jagged fingernail, there had better be a file within reach. If not, all I do until I get my hands on one is finger the jagged nail & obsess about fixing it. I have various theories on the origin of this strange behavior, but I'm tired right now, so that tangent will have to be another blog.
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