Am I a Weirdo or OCD? You decide.

Recently, several people that I have known for years, have started pointing out my quirks. Some have even resorted to calling me a weirdo.  I'm well aware that I have things that bother me that other people don't understand. I prefer to think of them as personal preferences. I know that I am spending too much time with someone when they start to notice my personal preferences. However, one person told me that I had OCD and I refuse to accept that. I'm going to list out my most common problems and let you all decide. It should be noted when I encounter the things that bother me, I have an actual physical reaction ranging from uncomfortable goosebumps to nausea.

Things that Make me Uncomfortable

1. People whistling
2. Anything having to do with eyes
3. When people are wearing t-shirts and a little bit of their sleeve is rolled up
4.Touching Chalk
5. Touching flour
6. Being hugged
7. people touching me and not for germ reasons
8. Not having socks on
9. The Bed not being made


Let me know if I am a weirdo or OCD.

Tattoo Time: Creatures of Wonder

Everyone knows I love everything magical and mythical. This includes all the mythical animals: dragons, phoenix, pegasus, unicorns, centaurs, etc.

A couple of weeks ago,  I discovered a new mythical animal. I knew immediately that I had to have it tattooed on me. So that is exactly what I did.

Look at my amazing Pegamoose or Moose Pegasus. I love him.

Stupid Knowledge

Remember that PSA, from the nineties that was all about getting kids to read? "Knowledge is Power" was the slogan. I don't know, maybe it was that "Reading Rainbow" guy who said it. Either way, I'm pretty pissed that they ingratiated that into my young mind. It is only causing me problems now.

I've had stomach problems for as long as I can remember. I've always been prone to nausea. My stomach is a weak little bitch. Well, over a year ago, I decided that I was literally sick of it. I changed my diet completely and started exercising. I cut out all fast food, soda, processed food and just really cleaned up my diet. My stomach problems went away completely. I felt great. I still feel great.

I found it fascinating. Not only do I no longer have stomach problems, but I don't get sick as often did before. I did my own research and just made my diet healthier and healthier. The last major thing I cut out was Red Bull.

Of course, the more I read the angrier I got at how messed up the food companies are. Don't worry, I've not turned into a crazy raw foods vegan or anything yet. (My boss's favorite joke is "How do you find a Vegan at a dinner party?....Don't worry, they'll find you" lol)

When I was watching those awful PSAs as a child, I was probably eating my favorite meal Cheetos and Spaghettios. I would get some puffy Cheetos (crunchy if was in a bind) and use them as a spoon to deliver the Spaghettios to my mouth. It was delicious. Now, because of the stupid PSA making me think I needed to be well-informed, I cannot eat that amazing meal.

If anyone knows where I can find some all-natural, organic, GMO and rBST free Cheetos and Spaghettios, please let me know.

Polar Bears are my Spirit Animal

You can sum up my Chicago trip (and probably my life) with this picture.

I stood like this for so long. I didn't say anything just stood there and stared at this polar bear. It was fantastic. I'm pretty sure the polar bear knew how much I loved them. People kept coming and going with their small children and I still just stood there. I even started crying at one point.

This is when the polar bear wanted to hold my hand.

If you are in Chicago anytime soon, I highly suggest going to the Lincoln Park zoo and hanging out with the polar bear.

You Should Be Ashamed

I can't wait to tell you guys all about my Chicago trip in my next post.

Today, let's talk about something that has been bothering me for a couple of days. When we were at the zoo in Chicago we overheard a snippet of a conversation between a couple. They were obviously upset and the guy looks at the woman and says "You should be ashamed of yourself! You should be mortified!"

What did she do? What could she have possibly done at a zoo that she should be mortified?

I just keep thinking about it.

Did she throw something at the animals?
Did she piss herself?
Did she lay on the ground and throw a fit?

What do you guys think she did?

Big Baller Ass Half Marathon

For the past few months, I have been training for a half marathon. About a month ago, the specific one I was planning on doing got cancelled. I was pretty bummed, but decided to create my own Big Baller Ass half marathon.

Yesterday, Mindy and I woke up at 6 a.m. to start getting ready. We planned a route that stayed on Knoxville's greenway. It's a route that we have biked several times before so we were pretty familiar with it.  We dropped our car off at the end, drove back home and began.

Lucky for us, it turned out to be a gorgeous day. We both felt great, up until about Mile 6. Mindy got what she thought was just a really severe cramp. She is a trooper though so she kept on going until about Mile 9 when the pain was so bad that she was in tears.  Now at this point we were 9 miles from our house and four miles from the car. I left her at mile 9 and sprinted the last 4 miles so I could get to the car and go pick her up.

When I picked her up, she opened the glove box and gave me the Big Baller Ass Half Marathon medal that she had made for me. Then we went to the walk-in clinic where we learned that Mindy had been running with a kidney infection. Mega Ouch. The doctor could not believe she had run 9 miles in that much pain.

We spent the rest of the day doing as little as possible. We have decided to hold another Big Baller Ass Half Marathon soon so we can complete it together.

Now, I am sitting at work icing my poor hip, who still hasn't forgiven me for running so far yesterday.

How was your weekend?

Oreo Stacking Champion of the Universe.

June 1997, Memphis, TN. The air was thick and stick, the nights were long and I had a goal. I trained everyday. Everyday. Stack, stack stack, balance everything out, stack stack stack, repeat.

I had Oreo dust on my fingers and a fire in my sad, little, 11-year old heart.

That summer Wal-Mart and Oreo did a cross-promotion that I got obsessed with. They held a nationwide contest to see what child could stack Oreos the highest. That person was going to be me. I'm guessing that I consumed hundreds of Oreos that month. I have no regrets. There was no specific date or time for the competition. You just showed up at your local Wal-Mart and they had you stack as tall as you could in a limited amount of time. Then, they would measure your stack and if you won, you got to go to Universal Studios for the Oreo Birthday Bash.

I'm pretty sure my highest stack was in the thirties.

The night before my performance I had jitters. I just kept picturing stacking the Oreos over and over and over.

On the big day, my mother and I went to Wal-Mart. I stacked six Oreos before they fell over. I was heartbroken.

Then I went home, ate some Oreos and kind of forgot about it.

What weird thing did you become obsessed with as a kid?