6 random things about me plus 2 bonus ones for the heck of it

A long long time ago, in a faraway land, Maine Momma tagged me with a “6 random things” meme and since I haven’t done one of these in a while, I figured why not?  Lately, I’ve seen quite a few new faces in these parts and I thought this would give y’all a glimpse into my world and my quirks.  Who doesn’t love a good quirk?  Plus I’m feeling generous today so I threw in a couple extras for your reading pleasure.

1. When I count, whether it be flowers on the wall or large wads of cash (yeah right) or words at work or blessings… I count in French.  It usually goes something like this: deux, quatre, six, huit, dix… I think it’s from my cashier years at the high school cafeteria, which didn’t make me win any popularity contests but I couldn’t pass up the free french fries (and mom, by french fries,  I mean warm meals with brussels sprouts and broccoli and all things healthy ;D.
2. Winter showers are a 3-step process, planned just so for maximum efficiency and comfort.  I get up, put the espresso pot on the stove top, hop in the shower, wash up, run out, turn the burner on then jump back in bed, roll into the fetal position, under the covers from head to toe, my own little womb of warmth, my cocoon of cozy.  That’s pretty much how I dry off and warm up until I hear the last gurgle of espresso and the house is filled with the scent of caffeine.   Then and only then do I jump out of bed because, hello, there’s coffee just sitting there, waiting to be enjoyed.  That’s incentive for you.
3. My right eye is smaller than my left, especially when I smile.  It’s not that I’m giving you the stink eye, it’s just the way my face looks.
4. My favorite word in the French dictionary is Pamplemousse (grapefruit).  Try saying it.  It’s like blowing a pink cloud puff out of your mouth.  It’s playful and delicious in every way.
5. I am paranoid about having boogers in my nose.  It all started when I was 16 and I worked with a man who always had snot oozing out of his nose.  It traumatized me.  I’m constantly asking my friends if I have “bats in the cave”. So if you ever see me with anything in the general vicinity of my nostrils, whether it be a fluff of dead skin or a speck of dust, for the love of God, put me out of my misery and tell me. There’s nothing worse than watching someone scratch their nose or rub their index finger under their nostrils whilst they’re talking to you and you start thinking maybe they’re sending a distress signal, maybe they’re doing it because they see something up your nose.  Then you start scratching your nose and you feel self-conscious the whole time you’re talking to them and all you can think about is hightailing it out of there and finding the nearest mirror… only to discover that 99% of the time, there is nothing in your nose and you’re just paranoid.
6. Dang!  I say Dang!  A lot.  It’s my surrogate F word.
7. I have a thing for men who wear scarves.  Gay Shmay.  Guys in scarves are hot.  But fellas.  You got to wear it right.   Either  in a chelsea knot (à la parisienne) or loose or once-around.  Is there anything sexier? mmm. mmm. mmm.
8. When I take self-portraits, you may have noticed that I tend to purse my lips a lot.  Pourquoi?  Je ne sais pas.  It is an automatism.  It’s like saying cheese, except, not.

I think many people have done this meme before so rather than tagging someone, I encourage anybody who has never done it to play along.  Consider yourself tagged.  And if you don’t have a blog, feel free to share your own quirks here.  It’s a safe place.  I mean just look at the above photo with the silly head band.  If I can post that picture, you can share a quirk or two.