Am I really this weird?

The RULES
1. Link the person who tagged you...Liberty
2. Post these rules.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.

First of all, I have to admit some of my quirks are the same as Lib's so that said, visit her blog and guess which ones. But to play fairly, I'll add six new ones.

1. I never finish the laundry. Well, let me reword that last sentence - I never finish putting the laundry away. Without a doubt each week, the last load to get put in the dryer stays there for a good 3 or 4 days, if it's lucky, but most of the time it sits there until I start the next week's laundry. Only when I open the dryer to put in a new load do I realize that once again I've forgotten about it. I don't know why I do this, logically you would think if someone has spent several hours sorting, spraying, washing, and folding that all the laundry would get put away. And yet, it doesn't. I even remind myself throughout the day to not forget the last load. And I'm getting worse than before because I usually have one laundry basket full of clean and folded clothes just waiting to be put in drawers the entire week too. I don't think I'm too tired to finish, just lazy I guess. I used to love laundry days but now the thrill of cleaning just isn't there anymore. It seems a lot of my life is symbolic of the last load never getting finished. Sigh...

2. Please don't let this next quirk rein a friendship! I admit I've done some gross things before and this is my chance to come clean. I've peed in the shower. I've picked my nose. I've bitten my own toe nails. And I pick at my split ends. Yes, they're all true! With regards to the peeing, I just never got why anyone would get out of the shower, towel off, and sit on the toilet naked just to pee. All of you Seinfeld fans are thinking of that episode where George pees in the shower at a gym and I have to agree with George, it all goes to the same place. And just to justify my grossness, there were days when I was up at 3 am feeding Pearl that picking my nose or split ends was seriously the only way I could stay awake long enough to ensure her safety by not dropping her because I was so tired and the darn little twirp wouldn't burp!

3. If my husband would let me, I would preen him everyday. I would love to grab hold of his eyebrows and give them a good trimming. I have this quirk that I pull at my own eyebrows (or pick at my split ends - hmmm maybe it's time for a haircut) when I get bored, tired, or frustrated. It doesn't hurt and I don't get why he is such a baby about letting me pull an eyebrow that is sticking straight out. It would be for his own good, I mean who but a loving wife doesn't want to ensure her hubby is looking fabulous! I'm sure he would let me pop his zits or something totally gross like that and that would actually hurt, so what's the big deal with eyebrows?

4. I've always wanted to be a model. Pathetic and totally worldly I know. But seriously, for some reason I am totally drawn to the whole idea of getting dolled up, looking gorgeous, having my pictures taken, and getting paid millions to look beautiful. But fat girls who hate shopping and don't know a thing about hair, makeup, or fashion just aren't cut out to be models. I guess I'll have to live out my fantasy by watching America's Next Top Model!

5. Given the chance, I would brush my teeth 50 times a day. I am totally paranoid that I have horrible breath (yes, Jeff I know I have awful morning breath) or something caught in my teeth. In college I always had a pack or two of Breathsavers handy for this very reason. My doctor once told me that no matter how gross you think you are, smell, or look if you've brushed your teeth then nothing else matters. I guess she had seen some pretty stinky patients in her day and figured a clean mouth made up for it. The only bad part about having a clean and healthy smile is going to the dentist every 6 months. I hate it! I sit there white knuckled and in extreme fear. I've even had the dentist ask me if I'm going to be okay or pass out. Luckily, we've finally found a great dentist, it's just his dental assistants that scare me!

6. I love a clean house. I hate dust, crumbs on the floor, and most of all food in the sink. I'm sure Jeff is laughing hysterically at this because he will be the first to tell everyone that I used to clean the house every week but now, well let's just say that keeping a spotless house with a 13 month old (aka "The Tornado") is nearly impossible. Fine, I admit my house is not what it used to be and organization has seen better days but I still love a clean house nonetheless. I like to think of my lifestyle now as much more relaxed, even though it's probably just an excuse to blog instead of dust. I tell ya, before Jeff and Pearl came along I was a wacko, obsessive compulsive, neat freak who even had to have her closet organized according to color, style, and season. It nearly killed me!

And as a bonus here are a few more quirks I have: I love the smell of gasoline/Rubber Cement/paint; I'm afraid of snakes, the wind, thunder and lightning, and getting a cavity or worse root canal; I hate grocery shopping mainly because I spend way too much and am a horrible cook; I couldn't blow my nose until I was married (Stop laughing 'cause I'm serious! Jeff made so much fun of me that I "practiced" blowing my nose until I finally figured it out.); I have a crown (yes like old people have on their teeth), I peed my pants at Lagoon, and I hate, hate, hate talking on the phone!

I tag Becky, Keisha, Toni, Rachel, Chandi, and Haley.