I confess that... I am petrified of spiders. I'm not talking just "scared". I mean scream, run away, makes me gag (seriously, I gag), can't even stand the thought of them - scared of spiders. Ick. In fact before the hubs and I were together, if there was a spider in my apartment, I would cover the spider (this took forever) with a mug and then I would either tell one of my guy friends to come kill it or leave it under there until it died. Yes, that means there were mugs sitting in one place for days.
I confess that... I am addicted to working out (#duh). I love the gym, lifting weights, running, hiking, cross-fit, push-ups, etc., anything that challenges my body. The harder, the better in my book. In fact, I was called a "fitness freak" just this morning - which is totally fine by me! especially since it's what "someone heard about me" and it was a compliment.
I confess that... I actually like blogging. My blog is like my diary/journal. I don't care how "big it is" or snazzy it is or how many followers I have. I don't want sponsors or adds. My blog is mine. It's my online journal of our life together. It just so happens that friends and family can read it! It has no purpose other than to document my life/thoughts/events/feelings. I was pretty skeptical at first about "blogging," but I really do enjoy it and it's so nice that family and friends get to see what we're up to!
I confess that... I definitely have OCP (Obsessive Compulsive Personality). And OCP is a real thing according to my Dr. friend. I'm basically OCD (self diagnosed), just not bad enough that I need medicine. Also known as - extreme Type A personality. Yep, that's me. I know it and am completely happy with it, especially since the hubs is just like me...maybe even worse. This includes (but is not limited to) oddness such as...
- I have to make the bed every morning before I leave the house. I can't leave unless it's made.
- I can't got o bed until all of the dishes are washed. The hubs knows this and helps out, thankfully! If there are dishes in the sink, I have to wash them before I get in bed.
- My closet is color-coded. My clothes are also ordered-blazers, cardigans, oxford shirts, long sleeves, 3/4 sleeves, short sleeves, sleeveless, skirts, work pants, colored jeans, jeans. All of these sections are also color-coded from lightest to darkest. My shoes, statement necklaces, and scarves are also color coordinated!
- I count - all the time. I count roads I go by while driving, cracks I step over while running, etc.
- My files/pictures on my computer are incredibly organized. I have files within files within files. My pictures are ordered my year, then month, then date and labeled accordingly. My iPhone photos (of which there are entirely too many) are also organized by date (thanks to Dropbox) and in the correct month folder. Extremely organized.
- Everything has a place and needs to be in that exact place. There are a few exceptions around the house, but for the most part, if something is out of place it bothers me and I have to fix it.
- There are too many more to continue... ;)
I confess that... I am totally addicted to the Bachelor and reality TV. People are interesting/weird/funny/ridiculous!! They just are. Yes, I know most of it is probably scripted, but it's like the train wreck you can't stop looking at. As long as it's someone else's drama, I'm fine with it. Oh Reality TV, you have changed our lives forever...and not necessarily in a good way.
I confess that... I don't "study". I was a terrible student (which is funny now that I'm a teacher)! I was the kid who did my homework 5 minutes before class, never really studied, and passed with mostly A's. Even in grad school (with a 3.918 GPA) - Never. Studied. Once. Terrible, terrible student. And now that I'm working on my 2nd BA...it's probably even worse. Shameful.
I confess that... apparently, I don't close containers all the way. The hubs constantly laughs at me for this and recently said, "If there is one corner that is slightly up on the container, I know who used it last!" Nothing spills out, so whatever...
I confess that... I'm not an emotional person. I'll attribute that to my lack of hormones and my upbringing. I don't really do the crying thing and it kind of makes me uncomfortable when other people cry. I just kind of want to walk away, but I am working on sympathizing. I just don't do the crying thing. Gross. If I do cry...I'm probably mad. I figured I would cry a lot more during this pregnancy, but I have honestly cried 2 times in the past 6 months: 1) from being mad at myself for forgetting to set a timer on the protein bars and 2) when I had a complete breakdown about a parent harassing me from school.
I confess that... ice cream is my favorite to eat. If ice cream were calorie free, clean, and healthy I would probably eat it at every meal. Birthday cake ice cream is my absolute favorite and chocolate ice cream is right behind that. I probably actually eat ice cream 1-2 times a month though. It's my favorite cheat meal!
Well...I think that's enough confessions for now! Maybe more will come at a later date...
What weird/odd things do you do?
