11 November 2008

Confessions of a Strange Woman

The lovely lady who is responsible for my new header, April, tagged me with this thing where you confess to seven weird things about you. Normally I avoid these things since I tend to give away far too much questionable information as it is, but since she is up with the awesome I will do her bidding.

1. No, I most certainly do NOT have a Barbie doll collection so why does everyone keep asking me that?! Just because I have 15 Barbies in pristine condition displayed in our den on shelves does not constitute a Barbie collection in my mind. I just happen to have 15 different Barbies that represent things that interest me, but Barbies in general hold no interest on their own. For example, I have Presidential Candidate Barbie, which represents my love for politics; I have Swan Lake, Nutcracker, and Romeo & Juliet Barbies, which represents my love for ballet; I have Beatrix Potter Barbie, which represents my love for her books that I was raised with; I have BYU Cheerleader Barbie, which is in honor of my alma mater; and I have various Barbies in traditional attire from countries around the world, which I just think is fine. BUT I DON'T HAVE A BARBIE COLLECTION. SO SHUT UP ALREADY.

2.) I know how to fix toilets. My father taught us so we would quit whining. I've fixed the one that keeps breaking at church more times than you can shake a stick at. You're welcome.

3.) I am an avid egg nog connoisseur. I love egg nog, but it has to taste just right. For example, the egg nog I excitedly purchased last evening at Costco (first of the season no less!) is the Land O'Lakes brand. It has the right texture and thickness, but the flavor is lacking. It is on the right track, but it's slightly too dull. Amazingly enough, it tastes a lot like butter (can't imagine why). I haven't had the perfect egg nog since I was a child and we had it delivered to our home each holiday season. My mother signed up for Royal Crest Dairy milk delivery starting in November every year simply to have their brand of egg nog (the premium stuff, not that lite crap) delivered as often as we wanted up through the New Year. The likes of this egg nog have never been equalled, I assure you. If you hate egg nog, it's because you never tasted Royal Crest. Probably because you weren't raised in Colorado. I can't help it if you weren't.

4.) I am in love with Gregory Peck. Favorite G.P. movie: Twelve O'Clock High. Second favorite: To Kill a Mocking Bird.

5.) One of my favorite things to do is watch people get their hair cut. Fascinates me. If I could have been something I'm not, it would have been a hairdresser.

6.) I am annoyingly tidy in other people's houses. It is second nature for me to push in the dining room chairs, to straighten armchair covers, turn off unused lights, etc. I have to actively tell myself not to do those things in other people's houses so they won't be offended; unfortunately, the more comfortable I am in your house, the more likely I am to do it because I let my guard down. Honestly, if you see me doing that in your house, I'm not saying anything about your homemaking skills--I do the exact same thing in my own home, too. It's just a habit I don't even think about. I'll apologize now so I don't have to later.

7.) Despite my blogheader, I hate parades. They're boring. They're boring because they're slow. Now, if everyone in the parade were running, that would be awesome. Parade floats whipping down the road, honking, marching band members running in every direction. Perfect.

13 comments:

LISAandSOMETIMESJ said...

I should have known that you have a Barbie Doll colection! I should have known!

Abby said...

SHUT UP!!!

Benteti5 said...

OMG, we are alike. I had a blog last year completely devoted to Egg Nog. The commissary has a brand that comes in a quart size that is divine with just a splash of skim milk added. I have that same habit of cleaning other people's houses too. So crazy. I've offended a few, but really we don't mean to. It is calming or something. And parades, wake me up when it's done. And haircuts. You know what else is fascinating is watching people eat or exercising at the gym. but the barbie collection, that's just plain weird. You win.

Bonny said...

Wait, do you have the BYU cheerleader Barbie because you WERE a BYU cheerleader? Because I could totally see that.

Karie said...

I LOVE your idea for a parade! *Then* I would be interested. Is it too late to send the suggestion in to Macy's? And you're welcome to come tidy things at my house any time.

As for the rest, well, yes. You're just weird.

Heidi said...

A running parade- that might keep my interest for a few minutes anyway.

And I nearly have tears in my eyes from laughing at the thought of you as a BYU cheerleader....

Abby said...

And I'm laughing at the thought of you laughing at me being a cheerleader. I...I can't even fathom such a thing. The image of me jumping up in the air (something I avoid doing anyway) and shaking my little pompoms while screaming at large groups of people (something I actually would do) with a huge smile on my face (something I would NOT do) leaves me cold and uncomfortable. Ew.

Bonny, you are sweet to think that I was that athleticly coordinated at any point in my life, but no, I was never, ever a BYU cheerleader. Silly woman.

See, Kristi, I told you we were too much alike. I DON'T HAVE A BARBIE COLLECTION. STOP SAYING THAT.

I like imagining the running parade idea as a version of the running of the bulls, except with Santa Claus bringing up the rear.

Abby said...

Oh! And the commissary egg nog. The closest I've ever come to there is the quart that looks like Santa and/or Mrs. Claus. Not perfect, but close enough. Is that what you're talking about?

You had an entire BLOG dedicated to egg nog? That's something else. I bow to you.

Bonny said...

Okay, you knew I was joking about the cheerleader thing, right?

Abby said...

WHAT?!? OK, NOW I'm offended!

Jody said...

I'd like to personally thank you for fixing the Church toilets. Now we know who to run to when the out of order sign appears. Can we also call on your expertise when accidents happen?

And I'll have to take a closer look at your Barbie Collection the next time I'm at your place....

Abby said...

Accidents? No.

You should come to my house more often. Just show up. Then you'd learn all the totally weird crap I do in my house. Good times!

Stephanie B said...

I love Egg Nog. I use to make it when I was a kid, until I got freaked out about sominila (sp?). I love it with a sprinkle of nutmeg added. Hmm, good thing I'm going to the commissary tomorrow, maybe I'll pick some up.

I have seen Abby's Barbie collection. Its quite interesting! Now I know what to get you for Christmas... A vampire Barbie, (for the Twilight books).

Now I'm going to watch you to see if you pick up my house next time you come over. Hmmm, you are very interesting...