Six Quirky Things

Well, it finally happened. I was tagged to write six quirky things about myself. At first, I really thought I didn't have that many quirks. You know, kind of boring. I said this to my friend, Janet, who immediately laughed, and laughed, and added that as her "Quote of the Day" on her blog. Hmm.... quirky? Let's see....

There is the unnatural fear of birds and windmills. I'm not a bird fan. And NO it's not from watching a certain Hitchcock movie. I HATE the sound of wings flapping, especially if they are hitting something. I won't go near a bird. Troy and I tried to eat a sandwich at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. I couldn't even eat because the sea gulls and pigeons kept swooping around us. Not a fun experience! I actually screamed out loud as a pigeon flew under the table next to me. Now for the windmills...Not the old flower looking ones used for pumping water for cows on the old Little House on the Prairie farm. I have no fear of those nice, old, sweet things. The ones I very much dislike are the ones that look like they were made from Edward Scissorhands' left over parts! In California, there were hills of them. Some spinning, some still, some slowly rotating. Menacing creatures trying to capture the innocent wind! The wind should be free to move to and fro. It should not have to pass through the slashing blades of a sinister robot! Would that be one or two quirky things?

Anyway, there is also the love of post-it notes. When I find a new post-it note shape, it lures me like a new drug. Fun shapes and utility to boot! I love the ability to write a quick statement and stick it to something. It may the the most efficient thing I do all day!

If someone would invent a truly seamless sock, they would make millions on people like me. As a small child, I drove my mother crazy. She would put my socks and shoes on and I would cry until she took the shoes off and readjusted my socks. I hate the seams! There is always some spot that I feel the seam on my foot. I have been known to stop on a shopping trip in the middle of the mall and sit down to readjust my sock seam. I understand they are a necessary evil, however, I think I would just prefer to wear sandals.

I feel sorry for plants. In fact, we have a tree at the corner of our house that is terribly ugly and I don't want to cut it down because I feel sorry for it. It has a name. Ugly Tree. We introduce it to everyone who comes to our house and they agree that we aptly named it. I just can't bring myself to cut it down. It didn't plan to be ugly. It just happened.
Another example, we cut three low branches off the huge pine tree in our front yard. It's a beautiful, majestic tree. I went out every day for about a month, check to make sure the sap had sealed it's "boo-boo". I even tried to help by spreading the sap in the newly cut area. I almost cried. It's okay now. Every once in a while, I walk by the pine and pat it. I would hug it if I knew nobody was looking!

I am a huge fan of Petticoat Junction. You know..........

Come ride the little train that is rolling down the tracks to the junction. (Petticoat Junction) Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the junction. (Petticoat Junction)

...........Everybody sing!.............

Lotsa curves, you bet. Even more when you get

to the junction, Petticoat Junction.

Reruns of Petticoat Junction came on every day after school on the only television station we received in my childhood. My middle name is Jo. I was sure that I was a long lost relative of Kate Bradley and her daughters, Billie Jo, Bobbi Jo, and Betty Jo. See the connection? Well, of course you do! I watched in anticipation as Steve, the crop duster who crashed near the Shady Rest Inn, recovered and eventually fell in love the youngest, most tomboyish daughter, Betty Jo. They moved into a little cottage between the Shady Rest and Hooterville. "Green Acres" was a spin-off! And then little Katie Jo was born! If I had ever had a daughter, you can bet that the name Katie Jo would have been a possibility! Okay, I'm mildly obsessed!

I think that may be six........Birds, Windmills, Post-Its, Sock Seams, Plants, and Petticoat Junction.........yep, my work is done! Wow, I'm a bit quirky!