Well, it's been far too long since I've blogged about anything.  Why not start off slow with a Freaky Friday post?  I know you've been dying to learn something strange about me.

If I ever see a trash bag on the side of the road, I always wonder if it contains a dead body and look carefully to see if that might be possible.

I know this sounds ridiculous, but I blame it on my love and (excessive?) consumption of crime shows on TV.  Between CSI, NCIS, and all 3 (soon to be 4) Law & Orders (not to mention any other TV shows or movies), it is no surprise that this would become a gut-reaction.  If I move to a bigger city (which I almost certainly will) I wonder if this will become a bigger problem...or if I will actually spot one!  Yikes...

Okay, so this might be getting a little personal...but it is odd and therefore falls under the "freaky friday" category.

I believe I both sweat and cry more than the average person.  What I have noticed in these many times of sweating and crying is that one side of my body seems to produce more...water (?!)...than the other.  My right side, to be precise.

The sweating part is kind of gross, but sadly true.
Please don't try to look and see for yourself next time we're around each other.  I would know exactly what you're doing and it would make me uncomfortable and incredibly self-conscious!  :)

If I am just sort of crying, I might have tears in both eyes, but at least 5 tears will fall from my right eye for every 1 from my left eye.  Sometimes no tears will fall at all from my left eye.  Isn't that strange?!  Of course they will fall equally if I am really boo-hooing. 

Well, I think I've divulged more than enough about myself for today.

Easy enough question, right?  Wrong!

I absolutely despise these wooden stirrers they have come up with. 

What was wrong with the little red plastic stirrers?  They were cute and colorful, often sporting the classy white stripes down the side.  They cut through the coffee with ease, mixing together the delicious concoction of bitter coffee and sugary creamer (ideally hazelnut and vanilla creamers) into one beautifully balanced beverage.  After adequately stirring the coffee comes the treat of licking the stirrer.  This is very much like the experience of licking the beaters after making cookie dough - it seems extra-sweet, it is a foretaste of the glorious treat you are about to savor, and the whole experience just isn't the same without it.

Now, if I use one of those wooden stirrers, I unconsciously go for the lick and get the disgusting taste of wood stuck in my mouth.  From that point on, the whole experience has been ruined and, in fact, my entire cup of coffee tastes like the detested wooden stirrer.  (That is, of course, unless I am involved in an enthralling conversation which makes me forget about the much-hated wooden taste.)

Anyway.  The point is, I hate wooden stirrers. 
If, wooden stirrers are offered, I will look for anything else to use in its place.
My first choice would, of course, be the plastic stirrer. 
If, however, that is not available, I would then search for a plastic knife, then a plastic spoon (I would choose a knife over a spoon because they are longer and I would be less likely to get my fingers wet while stirring), then a regular straw, then a plastic fork.  (I am not sure why I would choose a straw over a plastic fork...I just would.)  If none of these objects are offered alongside the wooden stirrers I would undoubtedly search for a better option.  And, if no replacement were to be found, I would either not stir my coffee at all or I would stir it with a wooden stirrer and mentally grumble about it with every sip.

It is very strange how much I dislike wooden stirrers...

Last week my brother Keith came all the way from Tennessee to visit me in Texas.  Well, he was primarily here to attend the Summit lectures...but we were able to spend some quality brother-sister time together.  Of course, we had to go to Rick & Carolyn's Burgers and Fries.  Why?  Because it is delicious.  And because we frequent(ed) it enough to know the owner who always asks me how Keith is doing.

Anyway, one of the great things about Rick & Carolyn's is you get free ice cream if you buy a combo.  While the previous day would have been perfect weather for an ice cream cone (95 degrees), the high had dropped to the mid 60s and I knew eating ice cream would be more painful than enjoyable for me.  However, Keith couldn't resist.  As he sat down with his ice cream cone, I realized another of my "things".

I hate biting into ice cream.  And, perhaps even more, I hate watching people bite ice cream.

If you're eating a cone, you lick it.  First, it last longer therefore you can enjoy it longer.  Second, it's a socially acceptable way to feel like a kid and it's important to take as many of those opportunities as you can.
If you're eating it with a spoon, you use your lips or tongue to get it off the spoon, not your teeth.

That's actually another  one of my "things"...I can't stand teeth on silverware.  Okay, "can't stand" is stating it a bit too strongly, but it has the same affect as hearing nails on a chalkboard.  *Shiver!*

Well, I suppose that's two for the price of one this week.  Lucky you!

Freaky Friday was conceived as a way for Naomi to talk about her "things" that she has. You know, those wonderful little quirks that make her Naomi. I decided to join in the fun. I really wanted to write about Naomi's quirks as well, but decided it would be better to just talk about my own.

I'm not feeling too creative today and I'm pretty tired (seeing as it's actually Saturday now) so I'll start with something that is quite freaky, but many people know about since it is my fall back "weird" thing about myself.

I have 3 freckles/moles on the back of my left eyeball.

How did I find that out, you ask? (everyone does)
Either the optometrist or ophthalmologist found it when I was very little.
My parents had to wait over the weekend to hear whether the doctors thought it was melanoma or not. Thankfully it wasn't. And thankfully they came to that conclusion without taking my eye out to do a biopsy.

There you go. I promise - next week will be more interesting.