I NEVER do these things. Ever. NeverEverEver. It is only because of Libby, whose blog I read, that I will do this. I enjoyed reading hers and Allyson’s and Tiffany’s so here goes.
1. Even though I am a complete food-nut and scoff at people with “ick” factors about certain foods (I mean really, get over it, it’s just an onion), I simply get completely grossed out if I have a fried egg and part of the white is still gloppy and raw. It is so horrendous, I can’t even properly explain how I feel when I see it.
2. For those of you who know about this, I am now officially the cook for C.A. Thursday Lunches. I love food, I volunteered to do it, and now I cook for 40+ every week.
3. I can pick blemishes/dry skin/pores at my face/arms/neck for literally hours. It is bad. I pick at Matt, too. He can’t escape. It’s a gross fascination, but I have it. Hello, my name is Alisa and I’m a picker.
4. I am quite the Harry Potter fan, now. I feel I need to mention this because before August, I had never picked up a Harry Potter book before. It’s not that I didn’t want to read them, I just figured, “how can it be as good as everyone says?” So yeah, since August, I’ve read all 6 books (saving the 7th till after the wedding this weekend) that’s over 3,000 pages in 5 weeks which for me, the distracted reader who usually takes 4 months to read one, 200-page book, is saying something. I mean, I am full-out-crazy about Hogwarts-want to be magic-need some butterbeer and pumpkin juice-want Luna’s lion-head hat-feel like the characters are doing things when I’m not reading-amazed by Rowling’s creativity and flow-freaking out that Dumbledore is (well, you know – don’t want to spoil it for those who may still read it!)-kinda thinking Snape is good despite all odds-annoyed with parents who don’t let their kids read the greatest mystery books of our time-obsessed with these books. Obsessed. Accio coffee cup! (darn, must be a muggle afer all)
5. I have a fear of people touching my pinky toes. I freaking hate it. I hate thinking about them being touched, looked at, laughed at, etc. They’re not particularly ugly or anything, (although I do have finger-toes) but the only reason I can come up with for why I hate it so much is that my dad and brothers used to pull my toes when I was younger as “fun for them” torture. Yeah, we all had a laugh, but WHO’S LAUGHING NOW? Not me.
6. I have never truly loved a dog until last September. Dogs didn’t last too long growing up in the country (highways, no fences, etc) and so I just never got attached. Then last September, we got Cash, and I can honestly say that before him I 1) thought all dogs stunk 2) I hated for them to lick me, jump up on me 3) thought people who fawned over their pets were unbalanced individuals 4) always said, “it’s just a DOG” 5) felt that “inside-dogs” were sissy cats posing as dogs. Now, I realize that those very things come from a person who has never TRULY loved a dog. Since Cash, I have to cuddle and kiss every dog I see, no matter how big or dirty. I love them all. Now, I don’t want 5 big dogs in my house, I mean, there are limits (and one of those is the square footage in our house) but I no longer have the prejudice I used to have. And I’m glad. Cash has taught me how it’s okay to not be in control of everything all the time. To let loose. It’s nice.
7. I know what O.K. stands for. Do you? Matt told me. It means “all correct” The letters got skewed. Must have been the Brits. 🙂
8. I have watched Sister Act II-Back in the Habit at least 5 times and have flat-out bawled each time. It’s the music. It may be cheesy, but when I see people honestly into a song, honestly loving it and singing it WELL, I get choked up-no matter what kind of music it is.
So there you go. I cluttered up my blog with a “forward” of sorts. Ah well, I’ll get over it. 🙂