I’ve been tagged twice for this meme– Mike and Jarred– apparently my quirkiness is just that apparent. 
Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important bizarre things/quirks/habits about yourself
4. Tag six other people, link to their blogs, and then let them know by posting a comment on their blog.
Okay, moving on to me.
1. I don’t mind, in fact, I like, weird combinations of food– barbecue chips dipped in chocolate pudding, pickles and ice cream, chili with a plate of cottage cheese and olives on the side like-I-just-ate, whatever. I also like to mix my food together in one big disgusting gooey blob, especially cake and ice cream. I like brussel sprouts and coleslaw, but not cabbage or sauerkraut. I like tomatoes, cold or cooked, but not ketchup or V8 or tomato soup. (gag)
2. I wear flip-flops all year long, period. It doesn’t really matter if there is snow on the ground or not. I despise shoes. Feet are not meant to be caged, dangit.
3. Generally, I don’t like cuddling, or hugs, well unless it’s to annoy someone who is even more disdainful of hugs than I am. Oh, and I still think sex is gross, despite finally being married and having it.
4. I love football, I don’t wear makeup, I hate girly chit-chat and most other girly things, I get along better with guys than girls, but my favourite colour is pink.
5. Okay, my husband says this is quirky. He says that all women are afraid of bugs/spiders, but I’m quirky in that most are not usually afraid of crickets, ladybugs and caterpillars. I think the only bugs that don’t terrify me are flies, moths, and butterflies and even those scary butterflies are vicious and plan on taking over the world.
6. I hate showering, brushing my teeth, washing my face, washing my hands. I guess I don’t like the getting wet and soapy process. (But, I do love swimming, and washing dishes doesn’t bother me.) Don’t worry, I do them anyway. 
Well, at least the first three. bwah ha ha
And here is a bonus one that didn’t really occur to me until now, since I’m used to writing for an audience that knows me… I spell using British spelling. I’m not British, not even close. Just one day, my freshman year of college, about six years ago, my roommate decided she wanted to be British, well really, more Canadian and started spelling that way, and also started talking with a Canadian accent. I decided I liked the pretty spelling and so I changed. I’ve been doing it every since, and I don’t know how to stop. “Hi, I’m Lauren and I’m a British-spelling-a-holic.”
Okay, this tagging thing stinks. I don’t have any readers or blogs that I read that are personal blogs, that aren’t on a community website. I’d tag those people, but most of them are “members only”. And the people I read/read me, on this blog, all have blogs that are geared to one subject matter, such as housekeeping or politics, well except Jarred & Co. who have already been tagged. HRRMMPPHH.
So, the only people I’m tagging, sorry!
1. My husband, Sam. He better do it, if he knows what’s good for him.
2. Someone else who reads this who feels sorry for me, and who wants to volunteer to be tagged and leave their name and blog address here in return.
3 Comments
You don’t like cuddling?! You heretic!
I am also not so “touchy/feely” so in my family feud, the survey says, “No Herecy”.
The food thing though………
I’ll volunteer to do it on my Transitions of an Overacheiver Blog.
~*Mel*~