Quirks?

The Rules:
Link the Person who Tagged you.
Mention rules on your blog.
Tell about 6 quirks of yours.
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.
Leave a comment to let them know (or be rebellious like me and don’t!).

1. Ever since I was a child, I would make up random songs all the time about…well, anything. As you can see by my past couple of blogs, this quirk is still going strong. The thing I find humorous is that my nephew now does the same thing!

2. I randomly punch people. Okay, I don’t actually punch others, but I do pretend to sock them in the kisser occasionally. It usually happens when I’m in a particularly odd or hyper mood. Just ask my friends and coworkers.

3. Gummy worms have to be hard for me to eat them. One summer, at a Youth Conference, I ate melted gummy bears and later threw up. I ended up having the flu, but now I can’t eat gummy bears in a heated gelatinous state.

4. Staying with the food peculiarities, I hate frosting. It is sickly sweet and disgusting. This also stems back from my childhood. My grandma had bought a cake decorated with a forest of frosting flowers. I was given a piece with a clump of “roses” the size of my head (I was a small child). I tasted one and didn’t like it, so I scooped the other flowers onto the side of my plate. My grandma wouldn’t let me leave the table until I had eaten the entire conglomeration of flowery glucose. It ended with the sweet, creamy spread forcefully exiting my stomach. No more frosting for me…ever! Blech!

5. I’ve been known to do odd things while brushing my teeth. Usually, I start singing random songs to my roomies (frequently from the Simpson’s, Sesame Street, Disney, or whatever has been stuck in my head that day). I talk to Janel about pointless things, but she can’t understand because I have a toothbrush shoved in my mouth (which is extremely funny to me). I also like to clog while I clean my pearly whites, but that inevitably ends with me laughing and drooling toothpaste on the floor. Not a pretty sight, but highly entertaining for my roommates. But the most common occurrence and by far my favorite is when Janel and I start gurgling duets.

6. This isn't a quirk, but Jewelsp wrote about dating and I wanted to as well. In the course of two dates, I went out with 5 guys. That sounds odd, but it’s true. On the first date, one of my friends set me and two of our friends up with three of her date’s friends. The problem was that we didn’t know which friend was our date. There was one that I liked more than the others, so I picked him (in my mind). He stayed near me too, so I decided he was my date. In actuality, there were no set dates except the original two. Whew! If you think that was confusing, you should have been on the date. The second date I wrote about in a blog. I was going on a date with a young man who had one of his friends tag along. Since the friend didn’t have a date, I sort of became a date to both of them. That’s what I call speed dating or accelerated rejection…for them. It didn’t take long to decide I would never subject myself to a second date with either one of them.

I now tag Lanae, Geasher, Janint, Yuni, Brea Marie, and Confuzzled!

The Young and The Addicted

My coworkers and I have been joking about whether our place of business is in fact a Pharmacy…or a Soap Opera (as you can see in my friend, Janel’s, post). We’ve decided to call it “The Young and the Addicted”. While at work yesterday, I began writing lyrics for our “Broadway episode”. This song (the first I’ve created for the show, thus far) focuses on the excuses people make in order get their medications early (which usually consist of narcotics and/or controlled substances). Enjoy! I certainly did.

Sing to the tune of “America” from the musical, West Side Story. It starts with the chorus:

You need to give me my drugs right now.
They fell and went down the sink somehow.
You need to give me my meds early,
Because this isn't my fault, you see.

I know this is gonna sound odd.
I swear I'm not some kind of fraud.
I know my meds are not on time.
I think they were stolen by a mime.

[Chorus]

My daughter got into them twice.
Mom was in pain; I was being nice.
I forgot them at my friends’ house.
They must have been eaten by a mouse.

[Chorus]

The throbbing pain came back again
Instead of one I just took ten.
The patch stopped working, what could I do?
I need the meds, so I chewed through.

[Chorus]

I took more pain meds 'cause I fell.
Twenty-Fifth Street is where I sell.
I know pharmacies have strict rules,
But I consider you all fools!

[Chorus]

The End! Unless, however, I think of more songs for our soap opera. I’m sure it will inevitably happen, so stay tuned!

And the Winner is. . .

Nobody! However, I’d like to thank those of you who participated in this weeks rousing edition of “Guess the Topic of the Poem”. Unfortunately, none of the answers were correct, though they easily could have been. My poem can relate to many areas of life, but as I said in the last blog, I only had one event in mind. Now let me share that inspirational incident with you!

This poem wasn’t about any specific person, love, change, waiting for a traffic light (Jewelsp), or a blind date. It was (I kid you not) in regards to a FedEx Delivery. Yes, I was waiting for a package.

Thursday night I received a call from my mom. She informed me that they had received a FedEx notice on their door. You know the form that says “We tried to deliver at ____ time on ____day but you were not home. We will try to deliver again on ____ day or you can pick it up after ____time at the nearest FedEx building located in ______, a city near you.” She had deduced that it was a package for me (I upgraded my cell phone…for FREE! Ah YEAH!) But she wouldn’t be home Friday afternoon because she had errands to run. Seeing as the package was for me, I was more than willing to “house-sit”. And so I began waiting…and waiting…continually…over the next several hours. I began singing my irritation out loud (yes, singing, to myself) and the poem was born. My mom came home and we...continued waiting. Finally I heard the screeching brakes of a truck; music to my ears, ironically enough. My package had arrived! I watched from the window in anticipation as the delivery guy drove up to our house, stopped, and then left. He never attempted to drop off the package. “WHAT THE FLIP?” Annoyed, I decided to go home to finish my laundry. My mom called FedEx later and found out they’d switched North and East on my address. To add to the frustration, we would now be required to go pick up the package from headquarters. [Irritated snort]

There you have it, friends. The inspiration to my poem: FedEx and their oh-so-reliable service. Okay, I’m sorry. FedEx is great! I know a lot of their delivery personnel and they are very nice people. I really should be irritated with my phone company for putting the wrong address information on said package. But, you see, when I checked the online confirmation, the address was correct. [Overdramatic eye roll + exasperated sigh] But hey, let’s look at the bright side. At least I got two blogs out of the experience.

Waiting

This poem could have several meanings. I am happy to say I only had one event that sparked this piece of writing. But, honestly, I can’t wait to hear your interpretation.

Waiting

Do you think I have all day;
That I sit and wait for you?
Do you think this is a game;
Something I choose to do?

Do you think I have the time
Or the patience to wait this long?
You promised you would come today.
By believing you, I was wrong.

The sound of screeching brakes
Cause me once again to hope.
I watch you slow, then drive away.
Feeling rejected, I sit and mope.

I imagine why you’d lie to me.
You were one I could always trust.
But on you, I see I can’t depend.
Disappointment on me is thrust.

This really isn’t fair to me.
Am I just a name to you?
I’m done. I’ve decisively had enough!
I can finally say, “I’m through!”


I’m interested to see what all of you wonderful readers think I’m talking about. Initially, I wanted to give this poem a different title, but it would have given everything away. Should I tell you? Or should I let you guess? Hmmm…I’m going to let you guess. Imagine away, dear friends! Make your interpretations as wild as you desire. I will let you know in my next blog if you are correct or if you’re out in left field.