- I generally do not at all mind unsolicited advice. Either it’s something I’d been wondering about or hadn’t really thought about and I welcome it, or it’s something for which I am very set in my opinion and said unsolicited advice allows me to provide my own advice in response, which is probably one of my favorite things to do. I understand that this is one of my odd quirks that makes me an acquired taste. Possibly because I have a pretty strong personality. I’m not the wasabi of personalities, nor am I the anchovy… hm… maybe I’m the beet of personalities? (I love beets!)
- I need to do more stretching exercises because my muscles have been getting cranky. But I just cannot with Yoga with Adrienne (which my sister is always pushing on me). Why is it that “No BS yoga” courses cost so much more than the ones that come with a big side order of woo? Really what I want is a physical therapist who will come into my home and tell me exactly which stretches to do to fix my problems. Preferably one who is ok with me wearing my pajamas. If I ever become obscenely wealthy, I will have to put a PT on staff. (Spoiler: This won’t happen.) (#2 would like to take this chance to plug the work of Jessamyn Stanley.)
- DC1 somehow managed to get a sock on the top of hir ceiling fan. :/ I am always finding kids’ (and *cough* my) socks everywhere in the house, but this was a new location.
- DC1 and I have the same shoe size now. So I ordered a pair of tennis shoes in hir size for me from Zappos.
- DC2 got in trouble and we sent hir to hir room. The next day I found a post it note on my desk where one side said “tickit” and the other side said, “for sending me to my room”. DH got one too. (I told hir that was inappropriate and not appreciated… but still…) (#2 thinks this is hilarious.)
- Another year, another phonecall from the school in which I have to say, “Can you call my husband about that?” even though it says to call him first! This one also had the benefit of calling my cell in my office where I don’t get much signal, so the person couldn’t even hear half of what I was saying.
- I have to make a confession. I don’t like the idea that Bert and Ernie are a couple because I think Bert can do better than someone who, as my 6 year old says, “is always messing with him”. I’ve always felt that Bert and Ernie had a big brother little brother kind of relationship and that’s the only way it’s made sense that they live together. (And rationally I’ve always figured their relationship was based on The Odd Couple for laughs.) Ernie is such a jerk to Bert so much of the time, and Bert does not seem to appreciate Ernie’s practical jokes. It’s not a healthy relationship. (Disclaimer: I identify with Bert and Ernie reminds me of my little sister before she hit her 30s.) Evidence: Ernie eating crackers in Bert’s bed, the banana in the ear practical joke, etc. Plus, Ernie doesn’t appreciate that Bert can see beauty in the commonplace, such as the loveliness of Linoleum. Yes, I have spent a lot of time thinking about this. I’m on board with Sesame St having gay couples that have healthier relationships– I don’t think that Bert and Ernie is a great relationship to emulate.
What foodstuff would you liken your personality to?