1) I have OCD when it comes to checking things I’ve already done. Even if I know I did something, as soon as I think ‘Did you? Are you 100% sure?” I have to back and check it, cursing myself the whole way because I KNOW I did it. This hits big when it comes to locked doors, closing the vent on the wood stove, mailing contest submissions. If there is something that has to be double (triple, quadruple) checked, I’ll do it ten times over.
2) I snore. Loudly. It’s inhuman.
3) I love slow motion on television or the movies. Whenever the bionic man would start running in slo-mo, I was riveted to the screen. And that went too for animals – especially dogs and horses. So much so that whenever my family would go on long drives (that was anything over twenty minutes as far as I was concerned), I would stare out the window and imagine a horse or dog running along side the car in slo-mo. My brother has never let me forget this fact.
4) When I was five years old, I decided nobody else’s opinion mattered as much as mine when it came to me. Turned out to be a great self-esteem booster later in life, although I’m sure it annoyed many people along the way.
5) I get awaken through the night by loud bursts of static or symbols being slammed together. The static sounds like someone knocked a radio station off its mark and then jacked up the volume ten decibels. But when I open my eyes, all is quiet. Still can’t quite figure that one out.
6) I learned to swim at two when my Dad swam out to chest high water in the lake, tossed me into it and said ‘swim for shore!’. So I did. It gave new meaning to sink or swim. My Dad was quite proud. My mother, on the other hand, nearly cacked up a lung trying to dog paddle out to me.
7) My older brother is my favorite storyteller. He tells a story so well sometimes I forget I wasn’t actually there when it happened.
8) I can’t sing to save my life. Or as Dr Phil says, “I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.” This fact, however, is not enough to stop me from hitting some ear-bleeding notes while driving in the car.
9) I hate internet dating sites. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than have to suffer through one more torturous email or IM from a guy who can't spell to save his life. Or use proper sentence construction. Or apparently read, since my profile clearly stated in big, bold letters that the number one thing I looked for was intelligence and he, lacking the ability to spell even the most basic of words, or use periods at the end of his sentences, does not qualify.
10) I think I can do anything if I put my mind to it.