Eight Random Things Meme

Thanks to the tag from Robin, y'all get to find out more than you probably wanted to know.

1.  I am an extremely picky/fussy eater.  I have become a bit more adventurous as I've gotten older, but it's still not a pretty sight.  I don't like foods to touch.  (For instance, I have to have a different plate with cranberry sauce on it for Thanksgiving so it doesn't contaminate the rest of the food.) I don't like "surprise" foods (like crunchy celery in an otherwise uniform casserole just creeps me out.)  I don't like much that's spicy, very little in the way of seafood and in general, prefer sauce-less to sauce-covered.  It's sort of like playing Fanny Dooley with food.

2.  I have trouble learning things unless presented visually.  If I see something, I can usually figure it out without any other help.  Written descriptions of things don't help very much.  And verbal - pffft - forget it.

3.  I have an absolutely craptastic sense of direction.  I'm not sure if this is because I just am paying attention to other things or what, but I really generally have no clue where I am, even looking at a map.

4.  For years as a kid, I only called one set of grandparents "Grandma" and "Grandpa".  No shades of gray for me, apparently.  Only ONE person had the name "Grandma", so the other grandmother (my Gram) I called by her given first name until I was in high school.  I eventually figured this one out.

5. I have never taken a typing class, but it's what I do for a living.

6.  When I took proficiency tests in high school, the 2 careers I was most suited for were: Mortician or Oral Surgeon.  Both of which require a high degree of spatial relations and neither of which were EVER on my radar as something I could do for the rest of my life.

7.  I wrote a seemingly brilliant essay on Sylvia Path's The Bell Jar for an advanced placement exam.  So brilliant, in fact, I placed out of an entire year's worth of English classes AND got credit for them.  Ironically, I wrote the essay with a 103-degree fever and don't remember anything of what I wrote.  Equally ironically, I have never READ The Bell Jar.

8. I talk to myself a lot.  And then I tell myself (out loud) that I shouldn't be talking to myself, because that is just downright weird, isn't it?

I think this has made its way around blogland, so I'm not going to tag anyone specifically, if you want to play along, feel free to snag the concept and post away!

All for now....

Comments

[Carole]

I am truly intrigued by number 1 and number 7.

[margene]

Who knew a fever could be so productive! I'm listening to People Are Strange...fits right in;-)

[Karen]

This is the most interesting one I have read by far!

[Marcia Cooke]

Someone tagged me for this (I don't do memes) but I couldn't even find it on her blog to see if I wanted to reverse my position just this once. Nothing that interesting about me, except maybe my newest hobby......! I'm with you on #8, by the way!

[cyndy]

(in reference to #8)--I was just asking myself (outloud) the other day, why I always talk to myself when I am trying to find things. At least I didn't answer myself (outloud)...

[michelle]

You truly are an interesting person :) Oh I do #8 also and it drives my kids crazy.

[Sheepish Annie]

I need to call my mom. I think I may have found a long-lost sister!!! Touching food...that's just insane! Who wants their food mixed up like that? I had a roommate who used to make casseroles just to mess with me. She liked to watch me take them apart and separate all the individual ingredients...pure spite, I tellya!

[Miriam]

Oh Anne! I'm with you on #8. I do the same thing. And I laughed out loud and woke C up at #7. That is AWESOME! *slow clap*

[Margaret]

#7 is my absolute favorite and describes several university exams I don't remember taking.

[Laurie]

#7 is pretty interesting.

[minnie]

i live with #1. you guys are incredibly hard to feed! (my youngest son, who is adhd, ODD, and is being tested for asberger's, lol!)

#7 made me laugh so loud that grumpy cat gave me a dirty look, and the other cat ran.

the proficiency tests in those days stunk. mine said ishould be a mathematician or CPA. i hate higher math. i'm good at it, but i hate it. they're much better now (my son took one last spring, and it said he should be an engineer, and he ADORES legos.)

as for #8? i talk to myself all the time. with 4 kids, sometimes it's the only adult conversation i get. (admittedly, 2 of them are now adults (hard to think of them that way, but at 23 & 22, i suppose i'd better, eh?)