Victims of a Tagging

So, Camille thoughtfully tagged Mark and I, and not wanting to be party poopers, please find our quirks after the rules!
The rules:
A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.

C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Melanie's Loveable Quirks

1. I like snow. This might not qualify as a quirk, but the more people I meet, I feel like I am in the minority!! Today we had a few snow flurries (probably only noticeable because I am on the 31st floor) and I was so excited by the prospect of snow!! I love the fresh, white canvas on the ground. That crisp, quiet feeling it gives.... Now Mark may disagree with me on this one as he'll be the one shovelling all of this goodness off of the driveway, but nothing is better than a quiet, early morning after a snowfall. And it totally gets you in the mood for Christmas!!

2. I prefer to keep my food separated on my plate. You know those plates for kids that have divisions on them...I would be happy to use one of those for my meals. There are very few reasons that foods need to touch, the one exception being gravy. Gravy can touch everything and make it better. Seriously though, my mashed potatoes don't need to invade my turkey. The asparagus doesn't need to mix with the chicken. Food needs to be eaten individually so your tastbuds can enjoy the separate and wonderful tastes. If food was meant to co-mingle, wouldn't we just put it all in one big pot (or blender) and cook it up all together?? Unless it's chili or stew of some sort, then the answer is no. I also hate when the juices from vegetables and other foods, pool onto the plate and run into other foods....I have been known to grab a paper towel and wipe this excess drainage off - I don't like soggy foods.

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3. While this next quirk is highly improbable, it still overtakes my mind every time I drive. Large trucks scare me. Not just because they are big, or that I fear they will turn into robotic creatures like Optimus Prime. I am scared that they will tip over when I drive by them. Seriously. The worst ever is when I am driving in the outside left lane and a truck is to my right, and we go around a corner to the left. The pedal is to the metal in case the truck loses its balance and topples over me, crushing me and my little Mazda3 like the grapes we are. I can't help it! I don't know where the fear (ok, so it's not really a fear, it doesn't paralyze me or consume my every waking thought) comes from, but honestly, think about it. Thise trucks can be blown over by the wind!! What if it is a windy day when you're out for a drive??

Another scary situation is when you are in the middle lane and come up between two semis. What if they don't see you and one tries to change lanes?? They'd never know you were there!! You'd be crushed between the two like a little bug. Unless of course you drive some sort of awesome car that fits underneath a semi - then you could just veer away and drive out the other side, escaping death, or serious injury! Semis cause me to speed...think a police officer would let me off the hook if he caught me at the tailend of one of my escapes from a death run? He would understand, right?

Don't hate me because I'm weird.

Mark's Mostly Disgusting Quirks

1. 1. I can't drive by an oil change business with the word "Lube" in its name without getting a big cat eating sh*! grin on my face. I don't know why I find the word lube so funny and lovable, but I do. This bugs Melanie everytime we are in the car together. Yes, I am a twelve year old boy who vocalizes his thoughts way too often.

2. I have a desire to push old people down. Usually it is in public places or when they are crossing the street. Living in NYC was difficult for me because everytime I saw a little old lady leaning over the subway platform to see if the train was coming I wanted to give her a little nudge onto the tracks. The desire is also very strong when I am at a stoplight and old people are crossing the street in front of me.

3. My dress shirts all have to be hung the same direction, with the top button done up, the hook of the hanger always facing in to the closet and often the shirts are color coordinated. I am the same way with books in our bookcase, in alphabetical order according to author's last name. I don't know how I became so anal about these little things, maybe it's some repressed anger towards old people.

So there you have it. Please don't judge Mark too harshly. While he may have the "urge" to push old people, he has yet to do it...he would never, you should see him when they show clips of old people falling on AFV - he doesn't like it.

In keeping with tradition, we now tag Krista and Marshall, Dawnell and Chris, and Katie and Steve.