I Need To Talk About Me? Ok!

Angela over at Hello, Dahrlin' meme'd me awhile ago, and I'm just now getting around to it (sorry Angela!). I've actually seen a lot of people doing this one, and I typically enjoy reading the six things people come up with. It's a good number where it's interesting without becoming overkill. The only problem I realized is that if I don't get on the stick soon, I won't have anyone left to tag.

So here we go!

6 UN-spectacular things about me

And the rules are as follows:
1. Link the person who tagged you - Check!
2. Mention the rules on your blog - Check!
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours - And I promise to hold it down to only six!
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them - Done!
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged - Coming!

1) I have an unnaturally large bladder.
Really, I do. I read somewhere once that the average bladder can hold only 11 ounces. Then I look at my 32 ounce water bottle and realize I drink a good five or so of these a day, if not more. And 11 ounces seems really little to me. This actually comes in really handy for several reasons. First, it means I don't have to run to the potty when trying to entertain the wee ones. Second, it means that I went all 40 weeks of both pregnancies without having to wake up in the middle of the night to pee. And third...

2) I have an unnatural phobia of public restrooms.
In fact, I've never used a Port-A-Potty. Ever. And I can go an entire 5 hour car ride to St Louis without having to stop the car to pee. I don't even like going to the bathroom in my work's bathroom. When I do go, I have my standards and some places will and have caused me to just hold it some more. When I use a public restroom, I first have to wipe off the seat with toilet paper. Twice. I'm not a hoverer at least, as the idea of missing or splashing grosses me out more than sitting. And besides, I just cleaned the seat twice. When I flush, I always use my foot. Even when it's not the foot kind of flush. And I'm teaching Little Miss appropriate public potty behavior, as well, although I'm trying not to give her my phobia -- given that she insists on using the restroom at least twice in every restaurant we go to, I think I'm ok on this one.

3) I can't keep a manicure to save my life.
I love getting manicures and pedicures, but they don't like me. I've learned not to go swimming within a day or so because the nail polish just peels right off. But no matter how good of care I take of them, including putting another coat of clear polish on every other day or so, a manicure starts chipping within three days for me. And then I have to take it all off immediately. If I don't have polish remover with me, I have to chip it off myself. That's why I have polish remover in my car at all times. And along those same lines...

4) I can't stand the sound of nails being clipped.
For me, it's worse than nails on a chalkboard. When I get a manicure or pedicure, they have to manually file my nails. And I have to just cringe and grit my teeth when I hear other customers getting their nails cut. It's a noise that I can feel in my neck just under my jaw on either side by my ears. I don't know how else to describe it, but it almost hurts me there to hear that noise. I make my husband go into our bathroom with the fan on and door closed and me downstairs with the tv on before he can trim his nails or those of the wee ones.

5) I have hyper-flexible hips and shoulders.
Until I started yoga, I had no idea of this. In fact, I generally consider myself to be not at all flexible as I can't touch my toes. Even when doing the Presidential Physical Fitness Challenge in elementary school and when I was a cheerleader (captain, even) in high school, touching my toes was a challenge. I just have exceedingly short hamstrings. So apparently I make up for it with my shoulders and hips. I can sit in the "butterfly" position with my heels only a couple inches from my body with both knees on the ground. In pigeon, I generally can't get my hips to feel a stretch. And I can grasp my hands easily behind my back with one hand going down over the back of my shoulder and one hand going up from my hips. I just always thought those were normal things people could do.

6) I have a spreadsheet dating back to 2001 that details every check or payment or withdrawal I've made from any bank account.
I'm a little anal when it comes to spreadsheets. I really like them. I created spreadsheets to track my wedding (and I mean who's responded and how many and what kind of food and how many have yet to respond and who will sit at what table based on who is and isn't coming and forecasts for all of the above). And I have spreadsheets for each of the wee ones' birthday parties that have formulae in them. The one for Little Miss has multiple formulae, one to tell me how many people have yet to respond, two to count how many people and kids are coming and one to calculate how many favors I need to buy and how much that will cost. And the one tracking my spending is quite similar. It doesn't just track what I've spent and where and the audit of my bank statements (separate sheets in the same workbook, obviously), but it also forecasts out my spending and how much money I have for the next four months. It's a sickness.

And after reading all this, you'll probably never come back to visit again, will you? BUT, I'm going to pass this along anyway. And I hope you've read this far.

The lucky meme'd are:
Manic Mommy
Mabunny from Able's Antics
AnyMommy from Is There Any Mommy Out There?
Cookie from The Cookie Jar
Karen from The Rocking Pony
Kellen from On the Upside

It's funny but most other blogs that I read have already done this meme (shame on me for being delinquent, I guess!). Soooo if you aren't into the meme's, feel free to ignore, but I'm a rule follower, so I have to do what it tells me.