Wednesday, April 23, 2008

a happy place

Having a blog seems to be the way to expose all the weird stuff about ourselves, with no real ramifications. Of course, it's wonderful when someone comments and says they do the same things we do. It's like validation for our quirks. I love it. Although, sometimes, I know I'm out there alone in a couple of my quirks, and you won't be reading about them any time soon. Stop begging, it's embarrassing.

Anyway, after writing the post about 6 unimportant things about myself, I thought about other weird things I do. I sleep with a teddy bear, I blow bubbles in my soda (yes, I know, I'm 31) and I like fun socks. I hate toothpaste with baking soda, cucumber anything, including lotions that smell like cucumber, and crooked teeth. I am messily organized, I hate overhead lights, and I have separate hand and dish towels. I jump at pictures of snakes (did that today), have a dry wit, and cry at Pedigree commercials. I am silly, nerdy, overly critical, and searching for contentment. I like travel, but hate to fly. I hate messy cars, but mine collects tons of stuff that I'm sure I'll need someday. I want everyone to speak English...all over the world. I think that wearing an evening gown once a week would be fun. I still pinch my husband's butt. I am totally a weepy woman; a stereotype I'm sure many of you are fighting. I have many friends, but only a few that know my complete story.

I name my appliances.

Not all of them. Just the pretty ones. My silver iPod is Sophie. I named her that because I liked the name and it didn't sound good with my last name. I wanted to use it somehow. My fridge is black, shiny, sleek and curved. His name is Neo (matrix-y) and he is cool. Ha. But I want you to meet someone really special. This is Miley.

Isn't she pretty? She is lovely and special and works really well. She has been a lifesaver in my house that is full of hardwoods and husky doghair. My husband picked Miley out because our other vacuum was just spitting the hair all over the place. We couldn't figure out how to sweep without just moving the hair all around, but Miley has a special attachment for hardwoods (in the picture.) It sucks all the hair right up and doesn't send it flying.

I called her Miley because she is a Miele (mee-lay) vacuum. I kept mispronouncing it and it just stuck. I also really like the name, but the husband hates it and would never go for it for a baby. So my pretty vacumm was given a name. The funny thing is that my husband ALSO calls her Miley! Don't you feel bad that I have sucked him into my world? Or do you congratulate me for finding a man that could deal with my eccentricities. And there are many.

Welcome to my weirdness. It might be a strange place, but it's a happy one.


7 comments:

Rebekah said...

thats an interesting way to get in all the names that you like.

Heather said...

Such delicious dish on you, my dear friend!!! I've never thought to name my appliances, but I think I'll have to start now.

Hunny Bee May said...

Thanks for inviting us into your weirdness. But I don't think you're that weird. Normal weird. Not weird weird.
And thanks for the congrats. I know the Lord answers prayers, he is faithful and we will keep believing for your desires of your heart to be answered.
btw...I just think your blog is great. One of my very faves!

Kat said...

Name your appliances? Now that is a new one. But I like it. I have a hard enough time remembering to call my own children by their correct name...so I don't think I'll be giving any inanimate object in my house a name. And with a Miley...you'd think you had a Hannah Montana fan in your abode.

Debbie said...

I LOVED THIS POST! So many fun facts about you. I call my Miele, "MEALY"..because I thought that was the way it was pronouced. Oops. Oh and I also love salty over sweet any day, any where!

Alison Smith said...

Well, we share a few of the same quirks.
When I was 12 or 13 someone gave me an animal calendar for my birthday and I actually screamed out loud when I turned upon the snake page.
And I totally agree about overhead lighting. I'd rather strain my eyes with a dimly lit lamp than turn on the overhead light.
And ditto on the separate hand and dish towels. Cross contamination is yucks.

Anyway, I enjoy your quirkiness...it's what makes you who you are.

CRICKET said...

This post talks to me in several ways. First, the intro sentence and then as I was reading I saw that you posted soemthing about your Miele and guess what I did that too on my blog. I feel validated today and I needed that since yesterday was not the best.