Half Dozen Things

Adriane tagged me awhile ago for 6 things things about me.

The Rules:
1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules.
3) Share six non-important things / habits / quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people.
5) Make sure the people you tagged KNOW you tagged them by commenting what you did.

So here goes:

1.) When I'm done brushing my teeth I have to rinse 3 times. Like I HAVE TO, not one, not four, but 3 times exactly. Freak, I know.

2.) I can't watch TV if there is a video box or something sitting on top. Drives me bananas. Freak, I know.

3.) I don't like pickles on my burger.

4.) I don't know how to classify myself. I was a urbanite for years and loved it, but then had to get out. There are times I'd love to get away and disappear into the rural landscape. Somehow I'm stagnating here in surburbia.

5.) I used to do really intricate counted-cross stitch. Like the kind on linen where you count the threads instead of using aida cloth, and where you blend tons of shades and lose place of just what color is that. But then I got some mild carpal tunnel issues and couldn't do the type of projects I liked anymore.

6.) I hate shoe shopping. Wait, don't disown me yet! I have a good reason. I have flat feet and bunions and have had foot pain since my mid-20s. So I really need these big chunky orthotic supports that really only fit in sneakers and some chunky boots or oxfords. I refuse to buy "old lady" shoes, but can't afford the nice European comfort shoes. So I'm stuck in my New Balance.

Okay, now for the tagging. I'll nominate a few new friends, Rebecca, Katie and Makingpeace. I also owe Fizzledink a different meme, so I promise to work on that one soon.

Tomorrow is the big NT scan. I was getting a bit nervous, but lately I can hardly sit with out feeling my poochy stomach, so somebody is growing in there. I'm trying to be all zen about it. Trying. It seems we will be telling The Snake if all looks good on the scan. In many ways I wanted to wait, but things are really starting to pick up with arranging our move to LA. I'm worried with all the stuff of putting the house on the market and arranging the move, that he is going to need more time to adjust to these babies entering his life. I could be shooting myself in the foot, but if it gets me a little more help from him in day-to-day life, I'm hoping its worth it. I'll just have to listen to -- "are they coming today?" -- every day. Maybe I'll get earplugs.