Um, so I am nothing if not weird. When I saw today’s topic, I thought, oh geez, I’m going to have to tame the crazy or else people will think I’m nuts. Thank you Andrea for having a Show & Tell Tuesday where we have to admit our weirdness 😉 . #herewego
My name is Shay…and I have quirks, phobias, pet peeves and other goofy things that make me me.
On the phobia front…
1: Spiders don’t bother me. I’d hold a roach if I needed to. Bugs are not my deal at all…but the thought of a snake makes me want to climb on top of my desk right now and call my daddy.
2: I do not like tight spaces, so I guess you could say I was a little bit claustrophobic. I have to un-tuck the covers around me at night because I don’t want to be tucked into bed. #panic I don’t want to sleep in a sleeping bag or anything like that. I do not like to be in tight spaces at all.
I watched a movie when I was like 8 about a lady who was buried alive (where were my parents you ask? I don’t know…probably watching the show with me!), and that is like my worst fear. I’m still having flashbacks from the movie and it was like 30 years ago.
3: I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a mayonnaise phobia. Don’t laugh…it’s a real thing. My friend Meagan suffers from it too. I won’t even touch the bottle. I don’t know why…it just truly grosses me out. Ugg…
Okay, now on to some more weird things…
1: Showers are for hygiene, so get in and get the heck out.
I do not understand people who take long showers. For me, a shower/bath is all about getting in, getting clean and then getting out and on with your life. I know I must be the weird one here because I am surrounded by people who enjoy long showers and baths. I kid you not…my parents pick hotels by their tubs. I’ll say “how was your trip” and my mom will say “they had a great tub”. What? You were in France mom! Who cares about the tub?! #mymomanddaddo So, a quirk of mine is that I do not have any desire to spend one second in the tub or shower longer than I have to. Speaking of which…
2. I hate spas/hot tubs.
Growing up, we always had a hot tub and I never got in it. I lived at that house for 17 years and I swear, I probably got in twice. Just last month, in China, we were at the pool and my husband and kids were all in the spa and they begged me to get in, so I did. I wasn’t in there two minutes when I might have mentioned that spas are gross because it’s just a bunch of random people and their body hair/skin flakes/etc floating off into the tub when my family groaned and got out. I believe it was Smith who said, “thanks for ruining hot tubs mom”. You’re welcome. They’re disgusting.
3. I think more clearly in a ponytail.
I can’t work unless my hair is back. The minute I sit down at my desk, my hair goes up. The minute I start creating a new recipe in the kitchen, my hair goes up. If I’m ever overwhelmed/irritated/frustrated with work, I’ll seriously think to myself, “I need a ponytail”. It’s like my superhero power…I’m ponytail girl. When the pony shows up, I can focus and think straight.
4. I’d rather the fly land on my food.
Okay, flies are gross and annoying. I think we can all agree on that, right? But you know what’s more irritating than a fly? The person next to you waving their hand in your face to get the fly away from you. #andrewshull We will be out to dinner (maybe on a patio somewhere) and there will be a fly. Andrew cannot focus if there is a fly nearby. I’m aware of the fly. I too prefer it not land on my food. But I can’t enjoy my meal when you are waving your hands over my plate and in my face to get it to go away. The fly is less annoying than the hand waving. I know I’m weird…but that’s just how I feel.
5. Signing for packages.
I would rather you not mail me something than to mail me something I have to sign for. In the history of package delivery, I’ve never been at home/answered the door/heard the bell to sign for a package and therefore, I’m always having to take that little slip of paper way across town to the post office to pick up some package you’ve just sent me that for some reason you thought someone would steal off my porch. This drives me crazy. #becauseiamcrazy If I ever drive up and see that little note stuck to my door, I automatically think, I DON’T EVEN CARE WHAT SOMEONE SENT ME BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY TO THE POST OFFICE, PARK, WALK INSIDE AND STAND IN A LONG LINE WITH FOUR KIDS. There’s simply nothing you could have sent me that makes all of that worth it ;).
6. I always know the weather.
I can tell you the 15 day forecast for McKinney, Boston, New York City, London and Detroit at any moment of any day of the year. #ishouldhavebeenameteorologist I have to know the weather and check my Weather Channel app 6 million times a day…which is weird because where I live is never anything but extremely hot, very hot and freezing cold…yet, I feel the need to check it multiple times a day. Annnnnd…while I’m checking the weather for McKinney, TX, I slide my phone from side to side and check the weather of my other “favorite” cities on my app. So, if you also need to know the weather in Boston, NYC, London and Detroit, I know that too. #becauseimstrange
7. I cannot fast forward.
I’m incapable of fast forwarding. I mean…I attempt to fast forward through commercials while I watch a show on my DVR, but I always go too far, hit the wrong button and do other things that totally screw up our TV viewing. Andrew and the kids don’t let me hold the remote. Seriously, Ashby can fast forward better than me.
8. I heart the Q-tip. No lectures please.
I have to use a q-tip after every shower. I realize that they’re frowned upon…but I would basically rather skip my shower than shower without a q-tip. I absolutely detest water in my ears. If I could go to the ENT every single day and have him clean out and dry up my ears, I would. I must have dry ears. Like, I can’t think straight if I don’t.
And the last thing Andrea mentioned was to share nicknames…well, I don’t have any nicknames. My family all calls me Shay Lynn (which can you get any more Southern than that?!), but other than that, nothing for me. That being said, somewhere along the way, I gave all of my kids nicknames that now everyone in the house (and even some friends and family) use them too. So, here are the nicknames that somewhere along the line, I gave my babies and the names have stuck:
Kensington: We call her KK (for Kensington Kate).
Smith: He has two nicknames. I call him Boo Bear (or sometimes just Boo)…but he also gets called Fema (pronounced fem-a) about 4 billion times a day. Ashby flat out refuses to call him Smith. We have NEVER heard her say Smith…she only calls him Fema. Her speech therapist is confident she can say Smith…but has decided to never call him that. We (and her therapist) will say, “Say S-m-i-t-h” (you know, nice and drawn out) and she’ll say, “Sssss-fema” with a big grin on her face. So, she calls him that so much that everyone calls him that. I have no idea where that came from…she just decided about a month into being a part of our family that Smith would be Fema. Forever.
Ashby: We all call her Lu and that’s my fault. It started with me calling her Ashby London (her name) over and over again and then kind of shortening it to Ashby Lu and then I would call her LuLu and now, we often just say Lu and she’ll come running. Basically, we’re screwing up our kids and their names over here. It just kind of morphs!
So…what will I call Madeley? I don’t know? I don’t set out to give them a nickname, it kind of just happens, but for now, she gets to keep her proper name :).
Whew! That’s it. Those are all the weird phobias/tidbits/little pieces of crazy that I’m sharing today. #imkeepingtherestsecret #idontwanttoscareyou
Next time on Show & Tell Tuesday…what would you do if you won the lottery?
And if you missed posts from the past, you can see all of 2015’s Show & Tell Tuesdays HERE and so far this year:
And to see what’s coming up this year…
Have a great day!!