Full Disclosure
I was thinking today that I have all sorts of readers - people I know in person, people I met online and then met in person, people I only know online, people I've known for years, people who just started reading here and with NaBloPoMo going on I may have out-of-the-blue strangers reading here.
Therefore in an effort to be completely upfront about myself perhaps I should confess some of my quirks. Just so's you know what you're getting here.
~ It creeps me out to lay in bed with my clothes on. Daytime clothes, I mean. If I'm taking a nap I can lay on top of the bed but I would never get under the covers.
~ I find nothing wrong with playing the same song over and over without a break for a couple hours. My apologies if you're stuck with me during those couple hours.
~ I fry foods wearing a glove. I become completely unglued if grease pops on my hand.
~ I love hotels. If I were wealthy I'd live in a hotel.
~ I love museums too. I wish I worked in a museum.
~ One of the things I miss most about needed to drive somewhere every day is singing in the car. Singing in the streetcar just isn't the same.
~ I prefer to eat M&Ms by cracking them in half, digging out the peanut with my teeth and then eating the other half of the chocolate. Alternative method: leaving them in my mouth until all the candy shell is nearly melted off before chewing them up.
C'mon. You know you do at least one of the above yourself.
posted by Dixie at 9:26 PM
17Comments:
I never thought of frying with a glove, you are so smart. I love hotels and museums, and eat m&m's by letting the candy shell melt in my mouth before chewing too! See you aren't so weird, or at least your are in good company. So glad you are doing this, I love your writing and I am excited about this treat.
Oh, I'm all about singing in the car... I'd go crazy if I didn't drive around! Where would I sing?!
If I'm going to live in a hotel (which I would totally do if I was filthy rich), I would require that the room service menu be something really good, not overpriced gluey fettucini alfredo. I couldn't live in a museum, although I could very likely spend an entire day at a really good one if I had my camera, iPod, journal, and pen/pencil.
I do the same with my m&m's.
I sing in the car all the time. Sometimes, I even do it when there are people in the car with me.
I had to chuckle because I have some of the same quirks. I cannot stand oil/grease of any sort on my hands though I never thought of wearing a glove. :) I am about the only person I know who cannot stand hand lotion.
I don't like hotels...I watch a tv documentary one time where they took a black light to a bunch of hotel room and showed all the bodily fluids splattered everywhere(even in the 5 star ones). Ever since then I've been really weird about hotel rooms. The funny thing is...dirt and dust don't bother me normally.
How about I compromise and say I could work in a hotel (at the desk ;) ) and live in a museum?
I'm so with you on the daytime clothes in the bed thing. My husband does that and I just hate it!
I would also live in a hotel if I were a rich person.
I would *totally* live in a hotel, I adore museums and want to grow up to be a docent in one - but you lost me with the whole M & M thing - no peanut M&Ms for this girl.
One of my quirks is that I eat the food on my plate one at a time, for example I eat the cheeseburger first and then I eat the french fries - I don't mix them.
I do not wear daytime clothes in bed unless I have not sat down on public transportation in aforesaid clothing (which is impossible), and I do the same with M&Ms
Good call on the fettucine, Kara.
Dix, you are one weird woman, and that's why I love you so much! :)
I go through phases of rabid-song repeating. Most recently it was Sia's "Breathe:--I listened to that over, and over, and over, and over, and over and over and over for DAYS. M was about ready to pull his beard out in frustration. I think sometimes a song just speaks to us in such a way that it gives voice to an emotion that we can't.
Museums and hotels, I wouldn't play a song on repeat more than three times though. Four or over is crazy territory. And it's the tuneless singing that makes it essential I never learn to drive.
After reading "From The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler" when I was a kid, I wanted to live in a museum as well.
I never thought about it but I guess I don't like getting into bed in regular clothes either...it's kind of like when I come home, I have to take off my shoes. I don't like wearing shoes when I'm home.
I do the singing in the car, and the song over and over.
Sorry, what is WRONG with playing the song over and over and over and over? I don't see a problem with that.
After reading the comments, I'll say sanitize my suite then I'll live in a hotel near the museum. Perfect!
Love your blog, I found you through Hilda and have been reading you for a while. Now that my blog is rolling, I will add you to my blog roll - If that's ok.
See now, if you're filthy rich and live in a hotel you can provide your own sheets and have them laundered yourself. If you're filthy rich you can do damn near anything you want.
What would also be cool about living in a hotel is that you know the staff but the guests change - seeing who comes and goes would be fascinating.
purplepassion - blogroll away! :)
The thing about wearing a glove while frying? Excellent idea. Not that I'll be doing that, as I wear all cooking-related scars as badges of honor. Ask your husband about that; he understands, I'm sure.
I'm with you on the hotel and museum fronts.
I eat M&Ms like that too! Both ways!!! And you know hubby works in a museum and I'm always jealous. I temped in 2 museums - the British Museum and the Museum of the Moving Image (now closed sadly) and I'd spend every lunch hour just wandering round....it's lovely.
Hugs to you miz dix
Sal x
Is there any other way to eat M&M except to let the candy shell melt in your mouth?
Also, what is wrong with playing the same song over and over? Certain songs are perfect for driving!
I found you off the nablo list... it's a pleasure to meet you!
Cheers.
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