I wrote one of these random posts awhile back and sometimes a cluster of random springs to mind and the content is so priceless and well, uh, random, I might as well write it down 😉 Here ya go…some randomness from me on this fabulous Friday!!
I would rather run a ‘milestone’ mileage than a random one. What do I mean? For example – 3 miles or 5 miles, but not 4. 4 feels like an odd number to run and 3 and 5 both feel like milestones for some reason (5K and 5 miler?) and 4 just sorta hangs out there. Even though 3 miles is less than 4, I feel more accomplished hitting that than 4, but of course, more accomplished if I hit 5. Weird, yes? But this is random for ya.
I literally have at least 4 lip glosses in my purse, plus two chapsticks (various flavors and brands), another lip gloss on my coffee table, bureau and desk (plus another chapstick). Any less than this amount and I panic.
I need food ‘backups.’ Well, and gum. Always need at least two packs of gum, 2 1/2 gallons of milk, 2 jars of peanut butter, 2 containers of oatmeal/steel cut oats, and at least two chobani yogurts at all times.
I used to like vacuuming, but now hate it. Odd for me, since like I said, I used to like it. Something about putting the cord back on the vacuum after. Just annoys me.
I must put at least three layers of chapstick on before I go to bed and if M kisses me goodnight *after* I put it on, I must reapply. And turn my fan on, no matter what season. I get hot (M is a human furnace, I’m convinced), and like the white noise.
I hate a messy sink. For example, if M feeds the cats, he uses a spoon (I however, use a knife…and don’t understand how any other utensil could work better. A spoon and food gets stuck in it, a fork, same thing, a knife? Clean cut – 1/2 for each cat!), and then sprays it with the faucet and cat food bits get all over the sink. Ick. See? Messy sink.
I refuse to uh, ‘release gas’ in front of anyone. And I mean anyone. I will hold it till the cows come home. I will hold it till I am miserable. Gimme a bathroom with a door and I’m good, but in any public domain, no.freaking.way.
I’m pretty sure I could eat peanut butter on toast for every meal of the day. Or cheese. Or oatmeal. Or pizza.
When I get sleepy and am laying on the couch, I do ‘feets’ as Jess playfully calls it, where I rub my feet together. I think we did that as children and that’s where it stems from, but she used to say ‘feets’ when I would do it on the many MANY a weekend I would crash with her and Scott as I adjusted to living alone when I was going through my divorce (side note: I loved those weekends so much sis, such fun memories. XO)
I almost always miss my kneecap when I shave my legs. Even though I shave them, I am convinced the hair just stays put. WTF?
I don’t like liver. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’ve never tried it but am convinced I would hate it. (come on, that’s a fair point! Liver?!)
Sometimes I’d rather hand-wash my dirty dish than empty the clean dishes out of the dishwasher.
I am a terrible liar. I can’t do it, not even a white lie.
I firmly believe there is nothing worse than going to bed with a song stuck in your head…or going to bed hungry (OR waking up in the middle of the night ravenous, the worst!) 😉
I think that’s enough random for one post…quick! Tell me something random about YOU and enjoy every minute of this weekend, I know I plan to! Cheers, friends!