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Wierd. This is how I spell the word and I just can’t believe that it’s actually “weird.”

I’ve been tagged TWICE which means not only am I loved but LOVED.

So 6 wierd things about me. I don’t think there is THAT much that is wierd really and I don’t want to make anything up so here goes – I am confident that I will get eleventy comments about how NORMAL I actually am*:

1. I only like fish that doesn’t taste like fish. I can’t stand any seafood that isn’t a fish and like I told my husband when he asked me if I wanted to eat oysters – If I wanted to eat something that tasted like the bottom of the ocean, I’d just go for a swim with a spoon.

All fish should taste like chicken.

2. When I love somebody (husband, children, cats), I want to PUNCH THEM and SQUISH them and SMACK them. It’s completely irrational but it isn’t like I want them hurt.

I just want to smack ‘em.

3. No matter how drab or dreary a book is, I have to finish it. Even if I am close to stabbing my eyes out . Must. Finish. Book. The only exception to this rule (and don’t we have to have exceptions to have rules or something) is Catch 22. I cannot get past the first 3 pages and I’VE TRIED MAYBE A DOZEN TIMES. My brother tells me it’s a great book and very funny so I’ll just have to take his word for it.

4. If I have butter on my bread or toast, every single spot of bread MUST be covered in butter or I will not eat it. If I am having cheese, it must be cut to cover the bread exactly. There must be NO overlapping of cheese either.

5. I once used my MIND POWERS to stop tiny hairs growing on my hands. I am a firm believer in the power of the mind.

It hasn’t helped with my big nose.

Or my monobrow.

I still believe.

6. I sort out adjectives into “good and bad” even when they don’t need to be sorted out into those categories. Big is always good and small is always bad. Happy is of course good and sad is very bad. Flat is good. Bumpy is bad. And so on and so forth. Ask me about any adjective and it has either a good or bad place in my head.

*This is a hint people – you are supposed to comment and tell me I’m normal**

**Or I will kill you

I’m sorry if you feel as though I am neglecting you because of my children. You have to understand I can’t be there for everyone all the time and at this particular moment I choose my children. That doesn’t mean I don’t think our friendship isn’t important.

I’m just really tired of you. You are so completely suffocating that I can’t even *think* about you without going into an anxiety attack. You’re selfish, ungrateful and merciless. I try my hardest to make a meaningful connection with you and once, just ONCE I “neglect” you and every good thing I have done with you and for you is forgotten in an instant and I have to try extra hard to get you to respond to me again.

Friendships are hard work – I understand that. However it’s not supposed to be a one-way street. I can’t just keep on giving and giving and not having my friendship acknowledged. I’m not even asking you to give back to me.

You are high-maintenance and I’m exhausted. I’ve convinced my husband to try to get through to you and while he sometimes manages to charm you, even he is getting sick of your never-ending demands. My children don’t want to have a bar of you and I admit that’s probably because of my attitude towards you lately.

So it’s with a heavy heart that I say: View full article »

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