I’ve been tagged, twice, by Newscoma and Sista. They want to perpetuate the weirdness chain, as in list six weird things about yourself….hmmmm.
1. When I walk down stairs, I whistle. Problem is, I really can’t whistle. I blow some notes. I feel sorry for the people in the vicinity of the stairs, especially in the concrete echoing staircases at work, because they probably think that someone is either in pain or a small train is descending the staircase above them. Oddly, I never whistle when going up stairs.
2. I have to sit on the LEFT end of the couch. Maybe it’s because I’m left-handed, but I feel disconcerted not sitting on the left end. If one of my favorite teams is playing on TV, I will move you in order to sit on the left end because it is very important to the fate of ‘my’ team that I am ‘in position’.
3. When I’m attending a basketball game and ‘my ‘ team (usually Vandy) has two free throws, I clap three times after the first free throw, if the free throw is made. This ‘habit’ has enabled Vanderbilt to win on many occasions.
4. I share a love of parallel parking with Newscoma. If they paid people to parallel park, I might be able to afford that summer home in Taos we’ve always dreamed about. I’m a pretty good driver, but to paraphrase Rainman, ‘I’m an excellent parallel parker, I’m an excellent parallel parker’
5. When I look at myself in my bathroom mirror, I channel the voice of Barry White except he is laughing his ass off and saying, BABY, oh, BABY. I don’t think I”M baby oh baby. It’s like I’m on some odd sit-com and the soundtrack jokingly plays this phrase when the dishevelled sleepy-faced big-headed person slaps water on their fact in order to wake up. Oh damn, I think that was my out-loud voice.
6. Speaking of big heads. I have a very large head. Sadly, when I was a child, my head grew to adult proportions. None of my peers made fun of it though, except in grades 2-12. A sampling of my nicknames:
Basketball head, atomic head, mushroom head, ultra head, fat head, giganto-head, world-class head….I could go on, but I’d need an extra counseling session.
I hearby tag, Sam AND Lynette Davidson, Thomas McKenzie, Parlancheq, Malia, and Ginger.
*quote is from the late great Hunter S. Thompson.
6 Comments
November 24, 2006 at 9:23 am
I’m an excellent parallel parker, too! High five, neighbor!
I was driving two coworkers to lunch the other day, and when I parallel-parked in front of the restaurant, one of the coworkers observed, “Boy, you can tell you lived in Chicago. You really know how to parallel park.” I thanked her, but reminded her that I also parallel park here in Nashville every single day. People who have driveways at their homes just don’t get it.
November 24, 2006 at 11:10 am
Parallel Parkers Unite!
Gotta have skills.
Kate, I get that every once in awhile and it never ceases to thrill the crap out of me.
November 24, 2006 at 6:55 pm
I can’t whistle worth a shit. I can sing, but, can’t whistle. Sound comes out and sometimes it’s almost in tune. I can whistle the harmony part of the Andy Griffith theme, though.
November 24, 2006 at 11:51 pm
There is absolutely nothing weird about me, so I am going to have to think long and hard before I can respond to this tagging.
November 27, 2006 at 4:07 pm
I’m working on my post!
November 29, 2006 at 3:04 pm
How odd…I used to be known as “World Class Head” in high school too!
Kindred?
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