now I have to come up with six quirky things about myself. I wish I could use my friends’ quirks I have collected over the years: the way Seth says ‘foal’ instead of ‘full,’ the way Talya unloads a shopping cart; the way Emily Blair defuzzes a sweater; the way Klingler steps back a bit before launching into a hearty laugh; the way Colleen can think ahead like 27 steps into any logistic process; there are many others.
But alas, I will speak of myself on this blog. Lord knows someone needs to.
1.) I think my most endearing quirk is my affinity for blogging. No matter how sacred or messy or dramatic or fun, I have already translated it into a 300-word entry. I’m not sure that’s what God intended.
2.) “I’ve got to …” I’ve been told I use this phrase a lot. I’ve got to stop doing that.
3.) I think that Bangs counts as a quirk, as do many of the country-living lifestyle changes as of late: the slaughtered pig, the pressure canner, the cover-alls, the worm compost, etc.
4.) I am an excellent electrician largely thanks to my tiny otter hands. Plumbing? Not so much. Although I’ve got the crack for it.
5.) My relatively small stature often requires me to cram my arm or self into tight places to retrieve things that someone else has lost. If someone is locked out of their home, I am being shoved through a window.
6.) I ask really dumb questions just earnestly enough to get away with it, i.e., “What happens if I do not turn in this assignment?” or (to a cop, while in the back seat of his cruiser, after seth and I were stranded on I-71 and he had rescued us.) “How do you know that our car is actually broken down and that this is not just a set-up to murder you?”
I would like to hear from the quirksters mentioned above, as well as jwray, pdawg, angie, bill and Lin. wait. now I’m just listing everyone on my blog roll. if you are reading this, consider yourself tagged. That goes for you, too, Dennis.
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