Most "tag" posts are really long and almost tedious in their nature. This one has only 6 points to it, and it allows for some real creative sharing that is both honest and fun to write.
So thank you, my dear sister, for tagging me.
Quirk #1:
I get all "up-in-arms" when it comes to debate about word origins/definitions with uninformed people. There's a person that I know who is a self-declared expert in all areas known to man. He has, after all, graduated from high school. He debated the origin of the word "maverick" with me, insisting that it means the same thing as "steer" and that that was the primary definition.
FYI, a maverick is:
-an unbranded range animal (especially a stray calf); belongs to the first person who puts a brand on it
-someone who exhibits great independence in thought and action
-adjective: independent in behavior or thought
Who cares about word origin when you've got the definition wrong in the first place.
Imbecile -I can define that for you in three words: a first, middle, and last name.
Quirk #2: I hate having a sheet between me and my comforter. It feels all restrictive and incomfortable when it gets rumpled and scrunched.
Quirk #3: I get annoyed by extra noise. TV by itself, fine. Guitar by itself, fine. The two mixed, AGGRAVATION.
Quirk #4: I don't like other people planning my meals. I'm not really a picky eater, but I like having a bunch of options and being free to pick. It's a freedom I expect as an American. I need to get over this.
Quirk #5: I turn lights off when they don't need to be on -I always notice, my roommates seldom do, and then we end up having to pay for going over on utilities. Grr.
Quirk #6: I sometimes get the urge to listen to my country CDs, but not that often, and I don't usually like country music.
Do you all still love me?
4 comments:
I think the whole "having to turn the lights off" quirk stems from all of those years of having to turn the lights off downstairs before we could go anywhere.
But those are just my thoughts.
And don't come over anytime soon.
I've got a Barbie movie going, Lacy playing with noise making toys, Trenton crying, breakfast sizzling on the stove and the heater running. My house is a noise factory.
And finally, thank you for teaching me what the word "Maverick" means. Now I can start using it confidently.
Oh Steve, your quirks are why we love you SO much!
I think that sheets thing is something that runs in the Hansen genes. My brother, sister, and I all hate that top sheet between us and the comforter. I have actually kinda started liking the flannel ones though, they are warm and feel like blankets.
Jill loves this picture, she makes me leave it on your page just to see the picture.
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