Another one...this one was hard!

Ok I was tagged again, this time by Wendy...I'm supposed to list 5 things about myself that I have never mentioned on my blog before! I've been thinking about this for days, for some reason this is a really hard one for me. I'm not sure what I've mentioned and what I haven't, but I'm going to try my best!! So here goes...

1. I am deathly afraid of spiders. If there's a little bitty teeny tiny one, like I'm talking the head of a straightpen sized, I can deal with it myself. But anything else, be prepared for a lot of girly screaming and jumping about and repititions of "oh my God oh my God oh my God!!!" The second I see one, I get this creepy crawly feeling all over me and a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat and I just FREAK OUT. I mean just look at them!! Look at a spider!! They are so freaking creepy looking! Seriously God could have made them much more cuddly and inviting. What made him think to himself "hmm, I think I will make them absolutely repulsive and frightening!"....well I guess it could be the fact that a lot of them are poisonous...ok never mind, they can stay creepy.

2. I never met any of my "real" grandfathers. My dad's dad left my grandma when my dad was very young and my grandma got remarried to the man who I call my "grandpa" today. I've always known he wasn't blood, but he's always been my grandpa regardless. My dad's real dad died of liver failure in his 30's...he was a major alcoholic. Then just in the last year my mom revealed to me that her "dad" most likely was not her real dad. Apparently my grandma was quite the wild-woman, which seems hilarious to me because she was just always this sweet ol' grandma lady to me that sewed and baked pies and watched CMT and cooking shows all day. I did always think it was odd growing up though that my mom is so much younger than the rest of her siblings and she looks pretty much nothing like any of them...they are all red/blonde w/ very fair skin, and my mom is dark skinned w/ brown hair. Her sisters teased her when she was little that she had a black daddy. Well that's most likely not too far from the truth...we don't think he was black, but he was definately not the man we thought he was all these years. My mom's "dad" died when I was 3. Kind of weird to just now find out he wasn't who I thought he was all these years...

3. The clock in my car is exactly 29 minutes fast. It started out 27 minutes fast a long time ago, as an accident...and I got used to it being that fast, so when the time changed I just switched the hour and kept it 27 minutes fast. It's slowed down a bit over time and is now 29 minutes fast. Everybody that rides in my car comments that my clock is screwed up...and then tells me how weird I am when I inform them that the clock isn't screwed up, I purpousfully put the time like that. Now, as I'm re-reading this entry, I really think this one has something to do with #5....hm...

4. I mix words and thoughts up really bad. Sometimes when I'm talking I feel so incredibly stupid. Things come out all wrong. And sometimes I forget words altogether. Simple words. It'll drive me nuts for days because I couldn't think of a simple word like "compromise" or "rake." My mom has the same problem, and I used to tease her about it as a kid...and now, oh no, I'm TURNING INTO MY MOTHER!!! AHHH!!! I feel bad I teased her all those years, because my mind works just as badly as hers does these days. Along with this, there is the fact that as well as having trouble with words/sentences, I also have trouble connecting roads in my mind. I've lived in this city most of my life, but for some reason sometimes I can't remember how to get somewhere that I've been quite a few times. I'll try to picture it in my head and I just can't make it work. This is incredibly frustrating. I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind sometimes. I really think I'm a bit dislexic. Like just now I just spelled that word "sidlexic." Lovely.

5. I'm a tad bit OCD. Which goes right along with the "weirdo" trend I've got going I suppose. I don't think I've mentioned this before...or maybe I have...well, see #4...I don't have a clue...if I have, forgive me. I've always been this way. When I was little I'd have to do things like if we were playing w/ the basketball I'd have to make a basket 5 times before I could go inside or something bad would happen. I re-check a light switch after I turn it off. I check and re-check the stove and all the locks in the house before I go to bed and before I leave the house, actually touching the burners on the stove and the oven door etc. I have to shake H's bottles out 5 times before I can fill them, or again, something bad will happen. It really sucks, it's very time-consuming. As the years go by I try to tell myself that something bad is NOT going to happen if I don't kiss Miss H the exact same # of times as I'm laying her in her crib at night. I really try to make myself do things different, just so I can break the habit, but it's really hard. Along with this, there's the fact that I'm a perfectionist. Which is why I'm so stressed all the time. I don't have enough energy(because of lack of sleep and IBS combined w/ slow digestion) to make everything perfect, so I'm constantly stressed about how things aren't perfect. I'm dealing w/ this better now than I used to, but I still wear myself out really bad trying to get everything done. A lot of times OCD and perfectionism go hand in hand.

Alright there you go, a few more peeks into my weirdness...now I'll tag NormalGirl, EmmaKirsten, Kristin, Christina and Erica.