Hello and happy Wednesday! I am feeling a confession posting coming on....please join me!
I feel genuine rage when I eat a pitted olive and bite into a piece of pit. OK, that was a major overstatement, but it really does annoy me to the point that I fantasize about calling the olive company and requesting my money back. You know, the money I paid for pitted olives?
I like having the occasional margarita, but that is 98% based on my desire to lick salt from the rim of my glass.Would you judge me if I salted the rims of all of my drinks? Orange juice, water, soy milk?
While teaching I sometimes go off on totally random tangents and then like slamming on the brakes of a car I stop mid-sentence and just stare at my students for a moment. I will admit the tangent and then carry on as if it had never happened. I don't do this to be funny, it is just a weird habit.
I am like a heat sensing wizard I can almost always gauge your body temperature to within a few degrees (between 98-103, FYI)...unless you are frozen or on fire, then who knows.
Speaking of my students. One girl was tearing up a piece she had been working on and when I asked her why she replied, "Because it was the worst painting in the world." My instruction to her was to go and paint the actual worst painting in the world---then when she felt done to try and make it even worse.
I have a secret drawer in my home that is filled to the brim with paperwork that needs to be filed. I hate filing almost as much as I hate going to the post office.
The bell ringers that are out around the holidays leave me feeling guilty at all times. I can go in one store, drop change in a bucket and then I will still feel guilty when I walk by the bell ringer at the next store.
Sometimes I wander around smiling and I am pretty sure I look insane.
Sometimes when I drive I am frowning for no reason and I am pretty sure I look insane.
I actually stop and smell the roses, lilacs, tree back, moss, whatever.