Bibbity Bobbity Boo..... Tag

When Shauna tagged me with the meme "Five Famous Oddities about Myself" I was sure she had me confused with somebody else. There's nothing odd about me. Nothing at all!


I had a lot of fun reading hers as well as the odds of Amanda, Karmyn, Pete, MJ, Susan, Tiffany, and I'm sure there are more of you............... (I've just amazed myself at how many links I could get in one post!)

They really did reach some apogees with their memes....mine will stink in comparison.

My first oddity is that it seems that no matter what the conversation is about, when I am in the room it always leads to something that has to do with poo. Just last night we were having dinner with Mike and Kim while talking about the lovely fall foliage and colorful falling leaves. Kim said it brought back childhood memories of one weekend that she and her father gathered leaves from the whole neighborhood and piled them high in their northern California back yard. Monday, after school, she dropped her books on the kitchen table and went looking for her dad. Her calls for him were answered by a muffled and barely audible "I'm right here." It took her several trips around the house to finally realize that he was under the pile of leaves. If you knew Kim, you would be able to visualize her pint-size body taking a running leap and tackling her dad where he was buried. There was rolling and wrestling and screaming and laughing and then a gasped "uh, oh" from her dad that stopped the frolic. Apparently the neighbors dogs had been curious about the leaf mountain as well. The doggy doo was smeared all over her dad and even in her hair. Like I said, we were eating dinner. Gag.

I find it odd, and bothersome, that whenever I order a salad at a restaurant I inevitably get the core of the lettuce. Do any of you ever put the core of the lettuce in your home tossed salad? Why does a salad chef do that? And why do I always get it? You can ask the hubby if this is not the truth. The server sees me coming and puts "lettuce core" on the order. And speaking of lettuce, did you see in the news today that there is now a big concern that cow manure has contaminated the recent ice-burg lettuce crop. Cow Manure? Oh... Gag.

Odd dogs like me. I don't mean that they just wag their tails and let their tongues hang out in appreciation. I am liked much better than that. When I visit people with dogs I have to dance around or sit on my legs on the couch to keep those canines from doing what dogs do to peoples legs. My step-sister-in law says of her dog, "oh he never does that" while she tries to grab his collar and pull him off my pant leg. When I'm walking down the street dogs jerk free of their leashes and make a break for me. The story is always the same: "Oh, I'm so sorry. My dog never has done that before." All the while I'm thinking "get me home so I can throw these pants in the wash machine. . . . " I've heard that dogs have cleaner mouths than humans, but there is no "kissing" involved in this scenario. Oh.... Gag.

It is probably odd that when we are traveling down a country road that I have this need to "moo" at the cows. The hubby tries to speed up the car but I usually get the electric window rolling before he grasps the situation. My daughters were always embarrassed. I think that the gene has been passed because I believe one of them is a closet 'moooer.' Mooing at cows in a closet is not a pleasant thought. Well, I mean if the cow is also in the closet. That reminds me of when our middle daughter wanted to bring a cow home. She was probably six at the time. We asked her where we would keep a cow at our house. "In my bedroom." I asked her, "Where would it -- ya know-- do the cow pie thing?" And she said, "My waste basket." Oh.. Gag.

One physical oddity I have is that my head and neck can move as though unhinged from my shoulders. I can hold my body perfectly still and then allow my neck to slide sideways in such a way that my head looks like it's sliding back and forth on my shoulders. Then in opposition I am able to hold my head still while my neck allows my body to move back and forth. This trick has gotten more difficult to do as I have grown older. In fact everything is more difficult to do as I grow older.

Well, Bibbity Bobbity Boo, this last one I made it through with no poo!