Brand New Year… Same Old Quirks.

cartoon_clockHappy New Year everyone! So it’s the middle of January and I’ve not failed my New Year’s resolution yet…. mostly it’s because I’m late on making it.  I really wanted to come up with a good one instead the normal things like get in shape and lose weight, eat better, accomplish goals… blah, blah, blah.  So I started reflecting on myself hoping that this would bring about an idea of something I can resolve to change for good old 2010.  I didn’t, but I did find that I have many, many really strange quirks, and once I identified one of them, and really started looking, more came to light.  I mean… I’m really weird.  I can understand how shocking this is for the people that know me.  For those of you who don’t, here are some of the things I’ve discovered I do…

1)  When I’m upset…I mean really angry and I’m about to give someone a piece of my mind because I’ve had enough, I always begin my rant with “You know what?!?!”

2) I will tell you what time it is – randomly – even when you haven’t asked and don’t particularly care.  I always keeps tabs of the clock, and wll announce “it’s 5:37!”.  I will actually wake up in the night, and sleepily say what time it is.  Do you remember when you would call the bank and there was a woman that would tell you the date and time?  I could have rocked that job.

3)  Every time I finish laughing out loud at something, I make the same strange air intake noise.  Imagine you are making a hissing noise, but suck in instead. 

4)  When I ride in the elevator with one other person and they get off on a floor before mine, I compulsively go to stand where they were. 

5)  I touch random things. In a restaurant or a mall or anyplace really, I will find a light fixture or a pole or something random that I need to discover the texture of.  Sometimes these things aren’t easy to get to, but I manage. 

6) A lot of sentences I hear that have 7 syllables are instantly put to the tune of “Camp Town Ladies” in my mind and followed by “Do-Dah, Do-Dah”.  For instance, “Can you take the trash out please?” [do-dah, do-dah] or “Mom, my tummy really hurts” [do-dah, do-dah].

7)  I can’t go to sleep if my feet aren’t clean.

8)  I’m a radio station flipper.  It’s bad.  I was given an iPod last Christmas so I would stop it.  Even if I’m listening to my iPod in the car, I will still find myself longing to reach up and push the radio button.  It’s not because the music is bad because I will hear a song that this is a song I really like and then immediately change it.  I think it’s more important for me to know everything that’s playing than for me to actually listen to something.

9) I do not high-five.  For whatever reason my brain assumes everyone is trying to shake or hold my hand.  So, you put your hand up for me to festively smack in celebration, unless I really stop and think, I’ll reach up and hold it.  You hold out a a fist for me to bump, I’ll nicely wrap my hand around it.  I really have no idea why. 

I could go on as there are many.  I know I’m a bit different.  I kinda like it.  So, I guess my new year’s resolution is to embrace my quirks and to know that I’m special…. to continue to look deep within myself to discover my uniqueness and to love it.  That, and I’m totally going to lose weight when it gets warmer.  Oh… It’s 12:27.

I’ve never been on a subway…

hidden objects

I’m not a big video game person, but I do enjoy certain puzzle games.  I’ve recently gotten hooked on the current online hidden object games.  I was originally introduced to these as a child with Highlights magazine, and I still think these are great.  In fact, they’re even better now that you can click on items instead of having to mark a page up.  The situations haven’t changed much.  The computer spits out a scene and then random items you have to search for and click.  For instance, it might be a market place and the items include different foods or kitchen utensils. 

Today at lunch, I decided to stay in and clear my head with one of these.  The scene was a subway car, and I was going to town clicking away at different objects… a wallet… sunglasses…baby bottle…just the average different items one might see on a subway car.  Then there is was… the next thing I was to find in the scene.  Seriously… I was to find… an artificial leg.  I’ve not been on a subway, but I would assume that prosthetic limbs are not left randomly lying around.  But what do I know? 

For the record, it was in the box… just in case you are ever on the subway and you are in need, you’ll know where to look.

Music Videos 101

Three Things
I’m old… I know I’m old because I find myself getting angry at ‘those kids’ for having their car radio too loud.  I also find myself talking to my daughter about things that she is clueless about that just baffle me… like film or cassette tapes.  This morning I came to another sad realization about days gone by.

It’s rare, but I happened to have extra time this morning.  I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV.  There is really nothing on at 7:30 in the morning besides news and Charmed, but I landed on VH1 who happens to actually play music videos sometimes.  The next video that came on was actually a song that my daughter recognized, so it piqued her attention and she came and watched it with me.  She watched for a little bit and asked me “What movie is this?”  I just told her that it was a music video.  Another few seconds passed she asked “What movie is this from?”  I responded again “It’s the music video.”  She paused and then asked “What show is this from?”  Um…

I slowly turned to her and said “It’s a music video. Don’t you know what a music video is?” and then I realized… she doesn’t.  She has no point of reference outside of what they call music videos on the Disney Channel – on which during an episode of Hannah Montana they might announce that the new music video from the Jonas Brothers will be aired at the conclusion of the show.  This ‘music video’ consists of the boys dancing around on a brightly colored stage singing a portion of their new song.  There is no story or interesting imagery or anything relevant to the song or artist.  It’s just idolized teenagers performing Mickey Mouse Club style.  It’s sad, really.

I’ve decided that this weekend we’ll be having a music video marathon.  I am determined to show her the stories behind all the ‘old’ music she listens to on my iPod that she enjoys.  I’ll let her experience great creative videos like A-ha’s “Take on Me” and interesting ones like Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer”.  Hell, I’ll even throw in select Michael Jackson videos for current event’s sake.  Of course, I’ll probably have to explain why he keeps grabbing himself ‘down there’ but I’m willing to take that risk for her enrichment.