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Standard behavior when with my best friend. Photo chosen for accurate representation of my oddities. |
- I adore architecture and construction. I'm a total nerd about it. I love blueprints, and jobsites, and conceptualizing what a house or building will look like when it's done. My dad owns his own specialty truss company and one of my favorite things to do growing up was go with him to his jobs to see what people were building and designing. I even took classes in historical architecture in college. I saved the textbooks and read them often to study the buildings.
- I do not like the color pink unless it is super super pale or more of a coral color. I don't know why. I just don't like it. I do not like it, Sam I Am, I do not like green eggs and ham.
- Following up on that little quote...I LOVE Dr. Seuss. Seriously. He's my favorite. My maiden name is Diffenderfer, and he even has a book called Hooray for Diffendoofer Day. My future children will have every Dr. Seuss book ever written.
- I love shoes but I don't like wearing them and go barefoot whenever possible. At work, I'm barefoot under my desk and only put shoes on if I have to get up and go talk to someone. At home, even if I'm going outside, I take my shoes off. I don't like wearing shoes. But I do love socks. I wear fuzzy socks all the time because my feet are always cold. I also hate hate HATE having my feet touched. Or really anything below my knees. It's the worst sensation ever and I get so nervous if I even think someone might be about to touch me below my knees I start giggling uncontrollably.
- Which brings me to my next point. I laugh when I'm nervous or intensely uncomfortable and don't know what to do. Sometimes this happens in very emotional situations because I don't always know how to handle other people's emotions appropriately, and get so nervous I'll say the wrong thing I just start laughing. Which makes me more uncomfortable, so then I laugh more. The more inappropriately timed the laughter is, the harder I laugh. It's a terrible reflex and I don't really know how to stop it from happening.
- I cannot shave my legs to save my life. I always miss at least half of one leg and I can never understand how normal people shave their knees. Drew's favorite game is "find the patch she missed today" because I'm guaranteed to have missed at least one. I have no idea why I suck at this but no matter how many times I go back over my leg or how much time I spend on it, there is always a hairy spot because I just can't shave my legs.
- When I was little, I named everything because of what it was or did. I had a teddy bear named Cuddles because you cuddled teddy bears, a turtle I found in the yard named Box because it was a box turtle, and a blanket named Softy because it was made to be soft. I currently have a stuffed bunny Drew gave me named Rabbit and a pillowpet he gave me named Animal because I couldn't figure out what it was so I went with a safe name. I'm glad I outgrew this for the most part because our kids would be named Baby. And numbered. Obviously.
