quirks tag

The McFadden wives tagged me, so here are some of my disturbing quirks. I say disturbing because I never really realized how OCD they are until I had to write them down for the public to view!

Creepy:
1. I love laundry. But I'm obsessive about it. Each sock has to go with it's true partner--the one it came in the package with. So even though I have a million pair of white Nike and Adidas no-show socks, they must be matched up correctly. So to make sure this happens, I've been known to mark each sock with a unique symbol on the toe or arch with a permanent marker so that I know what goes with what when I'm folding. And about the folding...it has to be done perfectly. T-shirts have to be folded like they are on a rack at the department store. Jeans must have the seams lined up exactly. Underwear even has to be folded a certain way. See? I told you it was disturbing...

2. I'm VERY superstitious. About routines. About my food. About my shoes. About my underwear. About my hair. About music. About numbers. In fact, I was sure that we would lose our district championship basketball game against Snake River in high school when I was a sophomore because I couldn't find my "lucky" ponytail holder. I was hysterical and in tears. My mom thought I was nuts. But I think she realized how dead serious and seriously crazy I was. So she helped me find it. And we won.

3. I am obsessed with numbers. I have some lucky (goes back to the superstitious thing) numbers: 11, 34, 10, 46, 13 (listed in order of importance). These numbers are staples in my life. I wish on these numbers whenever they are visible--for instance, when the time is 11:34 am or pm. I count to these numbers while I'm drinking water, running, or walking up stairs. I count incessantly. It's also disturbing.

4. I'm a compartmental eater. That is correct. I don't like to mix and match my food. If I am eating tri-tip steak, potatoes, and salad, I have to eat all of the salad before I move onto the potatoes, and when those are all gone, I eat the steak last. And the food disappears according to how I rate it's taste--in order of my least favorite to most favorite. Every. Single. Time.

And now for the not so creepy:
5. I love CLEAN smells. I love the smell of laundry, linens, fresh cut green grass. I don't really like my house to smell like pumpkin pie or oatmeal cookies. I prefer it to smell like someone just got out of the shower and used Dove exfoliating soap--because that soap smells CLEAN. In fact, it's the only kind of soap that I will use. I take it with me everywhere I go in a portable container so that I don't have to use another kind at the gym or hotel. I like CLEAN smelling perfumes--so that I smell like I just took a shower instead of smelling like I spritzed on a bunch of perfume.

6. I am a shoe whore. I love shoes. I don't like my shoes to get dirty. I don't like them to look like they've been worn more than once. I don't like the traction to get worn off. I like to have shoes that not everyone else has (which is easier since I have such a big foot). I am also a jeans whore. I love jeans. I don't like my jeans to get dirty--especially at the hems. And for some reason, I can never have too many pairs of either...