I asked my good friend to be tagged for this meme. I tend to delight in people's "imperfections", including my own, because they add to our uniqueness and point to the variety in God's creation. Just think of the eccentricities of many of the saints, how those "oddities" lend to their beauty. So, without further ado, here are six "weird" things about me:
1. I don't like chocolate that much. I do enjoy a piece of chocolate cake or a chocolate souffle once in a while, but for the most part I would rather have Sweet Tarts than Hersheys. America's favorite, Sees chocolate, is my absolute least favorite. Every Christmas, when we receive a box of Sees I always try one, thinking "Oh, maybe I'll like them this time....", and as my teeth begin to sink into the chocolate I make for the sink and dispose there. If I had to choose a chocolate candy I could handle Godiva truffles okay.
Another note on this one: I don't get chocolate cravings. I get meat cravings. That's right. I have in the fridge at all times a half-pound of a wonderful Square Mustard salami, purchased here, for needed occasions.
2. Since I'm off to a good start with food, you should know that I don't like ice cream much either. I think I can safely say I've never said "yes" to ice cream with my cake at a birthday party. My husband, on the other hand, loves it. His mint chip or cookie dough can usually be found in our freezer, but I am never tempted.
3. I let my girls play in white clothes, and I let them get really dirty. I've been questioned about it many times, and my response has always been the same, "Touch up with Tide pen when needed in public. Otherwise, just wash. If it doesn't come out, bleach." The girls usually look very clean, but I'm not the least bit bothered by messes and dirt when they happen throughout the day.
4. I haven't a competitive bone in my body. I prefer that others excel in everything. I declined the lead role in a Shakespearean play once, not because I feared the work involved or had stage fright, but because I just wanted to play the lesser role of the maid. In high-school soccer at a Catholic boarding school in Massachusetts, when the ball would roll in my direction I would pray that someone else would run to my rescue. If abandoned, I would turn the other way and pretend I didn't see it coming. I have reflected much on the cause of this oddity, and have concluded that I am simply more comfortable blended into the background.
5. If I could wear a puffy ball skirt and flowers in my hair every day without being noticed, I would. Enough said.
6. I cannot drive past a certain stretch of the freeway, about a mile long, without thinking of the cross. The reason I say this is odd is because nothing about the mile should incline one to think on the weight of the Lord's wood. Shops and commercial buildings and the local mountains are visible on this stretch. It is true that there are some trees lining the freeway, but they are not particularly tall or heavy-looking, just random trees.