TMI

Special thanks to Erin for giving me an assignment to blog about. She tagged me to write 6 insignificant things about myself. I think I've done this tag before, but I'm just a wealth of insignificance, so here are 6 new ones:

1) I sneeze in threes (generally). This has become common knowledge to most who interact with me regularly because I'm pretty much constantly sneezing from April to October. A related story: Once in junior high I sneezed my triple sneeze and the kid in front of me turned around and said, "You're a witch."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a witch. Witches sneeze in threes."

Another related thought... I often wonder what happens in the third sneeze to get the tickle out of my nose that is not accomplished in the first or second one. These are the thoughts that occupy my brain instead of, oh, I don't know, what day and time my Relief Society Presidency meeting is or the important document I was supposed to mail at work.

2) Any touristy place I go I try and find one of those penny-squishing machines. I have probably two dozen squished pennies now between me and my friend McWayne. Our deal is that whoever gets married first gets to keep all of the pennies. Like it's some kind of incentive (incentive... get it?) to hurry the process along. Eternal bliss nothin... I want those pennies!

3) I would readily eat something salty before something sweet. I'll take popcorn or cheese fries over ice cream or cookies any day.

4) I HATE purses. I wish that it were socially acceptable for girls to wear baggy jeans so they could carry their keys and wallet in a pocket and not have it look ridiculous (or cancerous). The purse I currently own has been mine for probably 5 years, and is more of a satchel than a purse really. It's fading and wearing thin, meaning I'll have to purchase a new one soon. Every time I try to buy a new one, I get frustrated and mad at society. (Erin, maybe you should take me purse shopping.)

5) Anytime I know there's a key change coming up in a song, I say (or think, depending on my surroundings) "Key change!" right before it happens. This is thanks to being raised with a musician as an older brother who liked to do that anytime we were on family outings in the car. I also drum on everything, thanks to my drummer of a little brother. It would be cooler if I knew what the heck I was doing. I don't. But dang it, I know a key change when I hear one.

6) I cannot swim with my face in the water without having one hand plugging my nose. I've tried to teach myself, to no avail. I've tried to have others teach me, also unsuccessfully. In short, I'm not the first person you want to have with you in a high-risk swimming environment, because I'd probably still try to save you, but with one arm plugging and the other arm propelling, that leaves my toes to try and grasp a drowning victim. A couple years ago I had dreams of becoming a water aerobics instructor (snicker all you want, I'd be awesome at it), but when I realized that certified instructors also need to be certified lifesavers, I came off that cloud real quickly.

There you go. Maybe people should give me assignments more often. It seems I miss school.