I Don’t Really Think This is Kosher
This really isn’t fair, you know. The current ‘survey’ making its way through diary land has folks listing six weird things about themselves. And I have been tagged to complete this little item.
Normally, I ignore these tags. I rarely go along with the crowd. (By the way – I do NOT consider that a weird thing about me!) If EVERYONE is doing something, you can be 99% sure that I am not. OK – one qualification on that. I might actually do it at some future date, when it is no longer in fashion. Pig-headed? sure. So sue me.
I started thinking about what about me is weird. But, truly, I am a pretty run-of-the-mill person. I’d like to be mysterious, aloof and alluring – full of quaint quirks that people both admire and shudder away from. But I’m just plain old Sunshine Wolf.
Not only that, but "weird" is a subjective word, is it not? Really. I could walk into my professional training day which includes teachers from all over the district I work in – the 9th largest district in the USofA and get you a signed petition with hundreds of signatures declaring that it is abnormal and weird to actually LIKE middle school students. Yet, I do like them. More than that – I love them. They are so weird themselves, how can you not like them?
Ah! Maybe that’s the reason I cannot identify weirdities about myself – I have embraced my quirks and love them, thus rendering them normal. Hehe. I can justify anything and give it a degree of plausibility. (Er – that’s not weird either – just so you know).
But still, I am game to try the assignment. Here goes:
1. I cannot tell you what group recorded a song, what year it was released or any other pertinent information about the music, but I remember lyrics for-freakin’ ever. It used to be a joke in my family. We had "Stump Momma Wolf" sessions when someone would yell out a word and I would have to produce a known lyric with that word in it. Score: Momma Wolf 999, Stumpers: 1. But that’s not weird – it’s a gift!
2. I love to take pictures…and I am not very good at it. OK. That’s not the whole story. The subjects that I like to photograph best are surfaces. I have pictures of bricks in a wall, planks in a weather-worn bench, paving stones, gravel drives…need I go on? It’s a fixation. I love surfaces and textures. But that’s not weird either, it’s sensual.
3. I bark at my kids in Wal-Mart. Well, not any more. They quickly figured out the secret. No, I don’t mean refusing to go into Wal-Mart with me. I mean – don’t bug Momma Wolf with hundreds of requests for things that you will break or throw away within 14 minutes of returning home from Wal-Mart with them. Yep. You just stop in the middle of whichever aisle you’re in – look your kid square in the eye – and bark. Not a yip, but a big resounding WOOF! WOOFWOOF!!! Works every time. Not that that’s weird either. It’s a creative solution to an annoying problem.
4. I get totally sucked into books. When I’m reading, Johnny Depp could tap-dance nude on my bed and I wouldn’t notice. As if that weren’t damning enough….I imagine myself as the characters in the books. All of them. Male, female, dog, cat or baby deer. I AM that character. I want to dress like them and talk like them. Total immersion. (OK, I confess, I "might" notice a nude Johnny Depp – if he were in full Captain Jack Sparrow make-up and hair.)
5. Hello. My name is Sunshine Wolf and I am a counter. Yes. I said COUNTER. I count floor tiles, ceiling tiles, steps in a staircase, books on a shelf, lights on a neon sign, letters in a word, lines on the road…..enough examples yet? But that’s not weird. I’m pretty sure it’s a valid psychosis of some sort. A legitimate disorder and disorders, in this politically correct world, are not weird!
6. I saved my kids poopie diapers. Not all of them. Just one from each kid. They are lovingly wrapped in sealed bags and nestled into the bottom drawer of my dresser, right underneath all my sex-kitten lingerie.
OH all right. I’m not serious about number 6. That’s disgusting! I can’t believe you’d think I’d actually DO that!!
So there you have it. Nothing weird about this wolfie girl. As for tagging – all my faves who haven’t done this, consider this a formal request. I don’t tag. "Tagging" is an illegal gang activity involving graffiti on public walls……
OMG you so had me going.. i was like oh oh eww, I’m a counter too, although I don’t count nearly as much as you seem to have listed, I like counting things of interst, like the biggest number of tiles that are green and touching each other in a mostly yellow tiled floor.. you know the hopscotch type random patterns.. Oh and I just count to try to get to sleep, count and count and count.
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like + middleschoolers = not me
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also depending on how obsessively you must count, and how often you find yourself doing it, or why you do it, it might be a symptom of Obsessive Compulsive disorder 😛
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#5: It’s called “Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.” I think Daddy would’ve qualified as a legitimate answer to #6! You know, thanks for doing this and I promise I will never tag you again!
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I’m a counter too. Let’s get jackets made. RYN: There’s no “choosing” to it; if a job has appeared by Aug 1 we’re golden, if not we’re homeless. Pretty cut & dried.
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That last one got me! I was thinking…YUCK! You sound like you are one of the teachers that everyone will remember long after they leave school.
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So much of this sounds like me..lol since I haven’t been tagged, I won’t do it… but I can say that I would throw the book across the room for Johnny Depp dressed as Captain Jack. pssst.*whispers* don’t tell anyone I said that…:)
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I count obsessively too. I count the number of keys i punch at work in one day, and I type a lot lol. I love to count. It soothes me
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I am not weird. But I DO have foibles!
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We track on several of those idiosyncrasies.
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RYN: If we joined our weirdness, we could own the world..or at least have a bunch of fun trying. LOL. I don’t know about the counting thing though. I might have to scream if you counted peas or corn or carrots in the salad.
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Trust me, hon. Photographing bricks and paving stones IS weird! LMAO Hugz
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i’m quirkier than . . . most people. It’s a little freaky. i never do things when everyone else is doing them either. Well, rarely. I got shoes with a z-strap before everyone else did, then I was mad because half of the students on campus matched me by the end of this semester, even though I’d gotten mine 2 semesters ago.
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Totally with you on #4 🙂 I like to think of my oddities as endearing much like you do. 🙂
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ROFLOL over #6. I so enjoyed this entry. I “growl” at my cats when they do something wrong. It stops them every time! Yelling doesn’t help in the least. I’ve also been known to howl at the moon. I’ve already down the “6 weird things”, but maybe I oughta go back and write down some more. I’d forgotten a few of them. Have a great day!
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nope….. you are weird. i been thinking weird was a good thing though…..
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I had to look up the counting thing because I do it and you’re probably the third person that has mentioned it lately. I didn’t feel that I fit in with the OCD grouping after reading the list but was really amused to find that it is prevalent in ADD adults. Seems that our brains are on ‘go’ all of the time and that is something that we just do. So there ya go…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ..
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I’m a counter, too. So’s my mother. It’s really the only OCD thing I have, I think…
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The thought of you barking at your children had me laughing out loud. I could just see a sunshiny wolf in the supermarket, admonishing her pups! And as for #6 – I (and no doubt everyone else) got a shudder out of that. Too vivid an imagination you have!!
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*chuckle* I was about to go EEEWWWWW at the last one for a moment there. 😛
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Lizzie likes to take pictures of the ground. LOL 🙂
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I’m plain and old, too! LOL! i like your #2 and thought you were totally real on #6 since i have bags of 5 year old breast milk in my freezer from my grand babies nursing days. lol. is that weird or what? ‘course poopie diapers is kind of beyond weird 🙂
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I’m a counter too. Even if I already know how many I keep counting.
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Random Noter here! Hi! I’m Pancho. I nearly laughed myself into a coma after reading #6. Thank GOD that, thru the tears, I read that you were kidding. See ya!
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Number 1 is delightfully weird. Sounds like a perfect drinking game. If I, uh, still played drinking games. One thing’s for sure, number 6 is one of those things you take at face value until about the end of the item. I just laughed at ME.
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I love photographing textures, too — hey, the computer wallpaper designers made an industry of it! And I can really identify with the immersion. When I write I become my characters (which means I go through the wringer when they do). Learned not long ago that cartoonist Alison Bechdel becomes the characters she draws — literally poses as them for pictures & then draws from that.
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Gee, I saved a few teeth, but no diapers. 😉 Wow, could I have used that barking-at-your-kids-at-Wal-Mart tactic a week ago. That was around the time my youngest was on the bottom of the cart, flopping around like a spastic fish and screaming at the top of his lungs. No barking, but I calmly checked out (to the amazement of the cashier and the woman behind me), and even more calmly left thestore. He screamed ALL THE WAY HOME. (That’s a 45 minute drive, just so you know.) When we got home, he was calmly grounded from any and all electronic devices, including television, video games, computer, etc. He’s four. Lord help me when he’s 14.
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I just have to try the barking next time I take my granddaughter to Walmart. Heh, heh.
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