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Doubleknot tagged me with a meme.  It’s so exciting!  Pick me!  Pick me!  This is the Six Weird Things meme.  It’s somewhat like the 5 idiosyncrasies meme, but I’m sure I can come up with plenty of material.  Here goes…

1. When I think I need something, I embark on a Quest.  It’s not a matter of just buying a coffee maker, for example.  One has to consider so many things in order to find the perfect one.  As a result, I may end up with several versions of an item before I am satisfied.  For instance, I have six coffee makers at this moment, and I have recently gotten rid of at least three.  One is commercial for those big family gatherings where it’s important to keep the coffee flowing, fast and strong.  One is a French press, for camping or when the power goes out.  One is a 2-cup drip version with a thermal carafe, which I’ve settled with as my every day version (but if I ever find the perfect one, it’s history!).  One is a Senseo pod version, which I have a love hate relationship with.  The jury is still out on that one.  One is a generic 2-cup drip version that I haven’t remembered to donate yet.  One is a 12-cup generic drip version for when we have coffee drinking company and the 2-cup version just won’t do.  All of these, and I still don’t have the perfect one.  The quest is still on.  (There have been similar quests, mainly for kitchen and wardrobe items.)
2. I snore like a sailor.  Not intending any disrespect to sailors.  Two of my brothers were sailors.  It’s just a phrase.  And, not that snoring is so weird, but as a result, I have death breath in the morning, and to accompany that, a throat full of disgusting phlegm that I cough up and hack, every morning, like a withered old smoker.  It’s just gross.  I call it weird because I don’t know other women who hack like that.  Like I said, it’s just gross.  (I am actually scheduled to see a sleep specialist and an allergist regarding this.  It’s part of the mid-life maintenance flurry I’ve imposed upon myself.)
3. I can’t stand to have a ragged or torn fingernail.  It drives me nuts, to the point where I’d rather rip it off than leave it be.  Consequently, I nearly always carry nail clippers with me.
4. I sometimes think I’m on the verge of understanding foreign languages.  I hear someone speak and feel like I’m a click away from comprehension, as though I could concentrate just a bit harder and I’d get it.  Like tuning in to a radio station.  But I never actually get that far.  Still, in the back of my mind, I feel the comprehension lurking.  I feel it.  Yes, that is definitely weird.
5. I am super confident in my work life, and the polar opposite in my social life. 
6. I like odd numbers.  I don’t know why.  I just do.  If I’m bouncing a ball, I like to bounce it five times, or one, or three, but never two.  If I’m shuffling cards, I shuffle three or five times.   I used to think I wanted five kids, or three, but never two or four.  Now I have one, and I’m on the verge of being too old for more, but I’d like more, but doubt I could possibly have two more, so I may end up with two.  Only two!  What will I do !

While I like to be tagged, I’m not comfortable tagging.  Another sort of weird thing, but not so weird because I’ve come across several bloggers who like to be tagged but not to tag.  So this meme will have to be a self-tagging meme.  I’d love to know if anyone self-tags from here though.

I love this passionate phase in a young boy’s life.  He is fifteen months old and bursting with energy.  There are tantrums when he can’t understand why his mother won’t allow him to do, oh, dangerous things.  All he knows is that he’s not getting what he wants, so he must express his displeasure.  It’s so very dramatic.  I love it.  (To an extent.  I’m a very patient person, but I have my limits.)

There’s not as much snuggling and cuddling going on these days.  There are so many places to go, things to see.  So this is what I see of my little adventurer, most of the time.

Sometimes he takes my slippers and shoes hostage.  I find them all over the house.

My sweet little man still takes my breath away.  Literally.  I love that he has so many smiles in him.  Even after he bashes his head into my face so hard that I see stars and fear that I may lose my front teeth long before their time.  Especially when the teeth remain loose the next day, and the gums are sore and the head aches.  Even more amazing, is how it didn’t faze him a bit.  Not a peep, other than confusion as to why his mother was behaving so strangely, sobbing, reeling in pain, and all.  Not a peep, not a scratch.  How can he not be bruised or hurt with an impact of such magnitude   It escapes me. 

In addition to the bashed in face, I have a serious case of bedhead today.  Just like my beautiful Boo.  It’s so much cuter on him, though.  My beautiful Boo in blue.  He’s groggy this morning too, just like his mama.