10 things blah blah blah...

Ok. 10 things you may not know about me, and probably don't want to know... thanks a lot, tag people. See if ever read your blogs again.

10. I love to clean out my ears. If I could, I would lie in a soft chair and clean my ears all day long. Recently, Tyson tried to buy me the cheap Q-Tips, he quickly got a stern verbal lashing. I have delicate ear needs.

9. My closet is also color-coded. How else would you know precisely where to find a shirt? It starts with whites, ( in order: sleeveless, short-sleeved, 3/4 length, then long-sleeved) then pink, red, orange, yellow, green and so on. I do brown after black so that it's a smooth transition into tan and off-white. Full circle!

8. I love croutons. I love salads, but I LOVE salads when there are a few croutons sprinkled on top.

7. You know how milk gets crusty things in the lid crevices? I hate those. I open my milk over the sink, or at least the counter just in case a crusty crumb comes off the lid. I know it rarely happens, but what if it happened while opening your milk over the top of your cereal or something? Ew.

6. I have very recently switch from scrunching to folding my toilet paper. Actually, I still sneak a little scrunch in the middle, before I wrap a few layers around the outside.

5. My dishwasher is loaded a certain way. When Tyson (bless his heart) puts them in any differently, I rearrange them. I pick up the dirty dishes, just to move them to another place in the dishwasher. Which brings me to #4...

4. My sink must be empty. I hate having dirty crap just sitting around, especially in the kitchen. (Don't get the wrong idea, my house isn't spotless. You may be scared to see the bedroom, but I pick my battles. You know?) Yes. Dishes go straight to the dishwasher - never the sink. Wouldn't it be silly to have a clean empty dishwasher and a full sink of filth?

3. I do pick my nose. Liz hates it. But if something is in there, I can't leave it! Tissue or not, I'm getting it out. Sorry.

2. If warming something in the microwave, I never do 10 seconds. I do 9. Why push the 1, then the zero that is clear on the other end of the number pad? I am not lazy, just efficient. It makes so much more sense to me to push one number than two numbers that are so far apart. There are other rules, including 11, 22, and other 'second' amounts. Do you think this silliness adds any extra time to my day?

1. Last but not least, my hair. 1) I shed hair more than any creature you've owned. Tyson cleans out our drains about every 4 months, it clogs them so bad. And ask many grossed-out co-workers who find my long blond hair in balls under their desks. Or friends who find them in their car and laundry. It doesn't seem fair that mine is so easy to identify. 2) The older I get, the curlier it gets. Mostly around my face and underneath. You know it looks strange when your niece asks, "Why do you have all that curly hair under there?" 3)Wyatt loves my hair. It's strange (yet slightly endearing) that he grabs a handful of hair, like most children would a blanky, and sucks his thumb holding on tight. This becomes especially gross when he finds my hair on the floor (right, because I shed too much), picks it up and sucks his thumb. Doesn't hair become just intolerably disgusting when it's not attached to a body? That is why the ziplock bag with 10 inches of hair is grossing me out on my table. I've got to mail it to Locks of Love ASAP.

Here's my new hair cut...

Alicia's creation


My own attempt:

and without the bangs...

Ya. Too much of me. But, it's kind of hard to do it on my own. I am so hair-retarded, I don't even know how to use a round brush. And yet it turns out so fluffy. Oh well, I'm trying to learn!