Five Weird Habits

Scholiast, at Not Quite the Spectator Essays has challenged me and four other ex-friends to post our five weirdest habits.  I tried to demur on the grounds that I have no habits at all, let alone weird ones, but she did not respond.  Guess she's playing hard ball.

So I'll make up five things.  Then I will alienate all my remaining bluddies.

Habit #1:  I procrastinate.  I can have something hanging over my head, and won't start on it until my palms start to sweat, my heart beats fast, and I know my fate is fast approaching.

Blogging enables this.  I can always put something else on the back burner to blog, and I am always a whisker away from missing my self-imposed blogging deadlines.  In fact, blogging has almost cured me of procrastinating, as my day is so full with work, blogging and  ADLs (activities of daily living) that I don't have to procrastinate--I have no time to do anything anyway.

Habit #2:  Diet in general.  I love to cook, but that doesn't mean I always do it, or that I eat healthy meals.  I have noticed a tendency to eat meals in the kitchen, off the counter.  Even worse, dinner might be a piece of cake and a glass (or two) of wine. (note:  picture on right for illustrative purposes only.  It was not mine.  I am not 80.)

Habit#3:  I talk to animals.  Just call me Dr. Dolittle.  Actually, my primary mediums (?media) are cats, there being a plethora of them around here (two inside, three outside, if you must know.)  And when I walk in they walk right in front of me (I have gotten used to the sudden stops), looking at me expectantly and meowing.  I understand what they are saying to me.  So is it any wonder that I talk back: "Have you been good?"  "Did you finish shredding the ottoman?" "Did you leave any squirrel parts where I am likely to step on them?"

note:  My register may go up a bit, but I do not talk baby talk to them.

Habit #4:  I love earrings.  I have pierced lobes, and two side holes in my left ear.  Most of the time, I am stumbling out the door half asleep when I go to work, so the side holes don't get the attention they crave.  That doesn't keep me from buying every pair of earrings I like, envisioning my lovely self wearing them.  I have more earrings than I will ever wear, as in reality, I wear the same three pair all the time.  (Actually more like two pair, as there are only two I can sleep in comfortably.  A big plus.)

Habit #5:  Web surfing.  I touched on this in number one, but that was a different subheading. First, there are 6-7 blogs that I read daily.  And another three or four that I check a couple times a week.  And these blogs have links.  I suspect you see where I am going with this.  It is no accident that I read this blonde joke (twice, in fact), or that I know more about, well, Everything than anyone who knows me would guess.

And now, the painful part.  I have to tag five (soon to be former-) friends to do this.  Help me out, Fragile, Houston, Armaedes, and my regular hapless victims, Shawn and Lisa.

Weird Habit

(No, that is not a picture of me.)

Comments

[Armaedes]

Well I don't ever do tags, sorry, but I promise not to stop being your friend. You have, however, inspired me to write a post about tagging, which I guess I'll post next week or something.

[Scholiast]

You know, if you're an ex-friend now I will have to cry myself to sleep for the remaining nights this year :(

I may well appoint you to my blogling, then :) Thanks for your response!
(I waited a bit, see, the strong, silent type!)