Does that make me weird?

I love the History Channel. I really, really like to watch it. It is the perfect go-to channel.
It has shows on everything you ever wanted to know and things you probably need to know. It fulfill my quest for random and in depth knowledge. I love it.


I think there is a point where in normal acquaintance conversation you cross the line into over-sharing. This is a point where I have stopped listening and am now visualizing shoving article within my reach into my ears. Sometimes this includes personal items that you think I want to know. I really don’t need to know about the schedule of your day, how you were supposed to get your hair cut and then something happened and you wanted to make asparagus for dinner but it was so wilted at the grocery store, and then you ran into so and so in the frozen food aisle and then you share with me their innate information (by the way if I don’t know you that well, then I don’t want to know about people that barely know – stop the insanity of passing on non-knowing knowledge). I am all for get to know you conversation, building friendships, but hey if I’m in the middle of doing something or going somewhere I really don’t want to have a conversation that offers no nutritional value.


I’m very specific on my food. I am a recovering “picky eater” and I’m making strides but hey a girl’s got to have her standards. See I will eat a piece of candy that has fallen on the floor if I deem the floor to be fairly clean. What are those standards you may ask, well here are a few: Visible sticky stuff, visible wet stuff, the traffic flow prior to the fall, the presence of hair of any kind (this negates all bathrooms, dog areas, etc. as viable floor eating areas), visible dirt, how long has the food actually been on the floor, what type of food fell (i.e. is it in itself a questionable food to begin with, hard items that are not porous are good to drop, but sticky or wet-like items are dead before they even hit the floor). I have other food standards, the following items are off-limits: mashed potatoes with any foreign substance in them (peas, meat, etc.); corn-nuts; cream savers; gravy (any kind); SOGGY BREAD – this is the mother load of no-no foods, and this of course means dumplings are out as well as crackers in soups; things in eggs, i.e. omelets. Pretty much a standard rule should be that all food should stay within the confines of its selected areas on my plate. I am not a food mixer. My dad is, my mom is, but I am not. I like segregation when it comes to food. In fact I would be perfectly happy eating of the separated trays of the elementary lunch room. Now I am not a high maintenance eater, I have actually explored food areas that I would once not even thing of treading into but I am a little bit specific in certain areas.


I love to google things. I love to investigate the what, when, where, why and hows of things. I’m a nerd. I’m ok with this, my nerdom and I have made peace and we have decided to accept each other and live in harmonious nerdishlisness.

I am fairly capable. In everything. I don’t especially like this capability (not culpability) but it is what it is. I think it is a product of many factors, 1) I’m a self-starter, 2) I was very independent at a young age, 3) My singleness (when you are going it alone it is kind of hard to track down someone to squish your bug or carry your luggage) 4) My organizational/administrative skills 5) My can-do attitude (sometimes becomes must-do). So the point of this self realization is to say that while I am capable I would most happily welcome the ability to lay my capability aside and have someone there to remove the need for me to be.