Non Interesting Factoids

I am a messy cook....In general I'm sure I lose about a half cup of ingredients when I cook things. They could end up anywhere; the walls, the counters, the floor, my bedroom. You think I'm kidding. Flour tends to be attracted to me and follows me wherever I go. Mom remarked that she can always tell where I've been after I cook anything cause I leave food behind. This became a bigger problem today when the ingredient of choice was enchilada sauce. It tends to stain things if you know what I mean. Please excuse my red dalmatian appearance.

I am scatter brained.....There are parts of my day that never seem to enter into my train of thought. For instance, in church today I was singing along during praise service with the hymnal, a bulletin, a flyer (with my daddy on it proclaiming his new directorship. yeeeeah!) and my bible, all consuming my lap. The bible had a tendency to slide and I remember thinking I should do something about the problem. Later during the sermon as I was sizing up my surroundings I found my bible, the hymnal, the flyer, and the bulletin to be in a nice concise pile under the pew. My first thought was why is the hymnal down there? It belongs in the rack! but then I thought...wait a minute, how is ANY of it down there? I thought and thought as hard as I could for quite some time, but could not for the life of me remember committing this act of organization.

I am a night person...I might go to bed and miss something! Who wants to party at 6 am? Night life is where it's at. Think about it, which is more fun, going to a movie in the middle of the day or at night? if you said the middle of the day, I don't believe you. (either that or you're a tight wad who thrives on matinees) Work happens so much more efficiently at night. You see I have a deadline at night, therefore I get it done! I have a whole day to get it done in the morning and I can always stay in bed just a little bit longer and still make it. My eyes talk me out of a lot of things. I can stay up for forever, just don't make me get out of bed.

I am indecisive.....Don't ask me what I want to do. pleeeeeeease. I beg of you. What if I hurt your feelings and chose the wrong thing? What if you later find it totally boring? What if you don't like that kind of food? Do *I* want to do that? What if there's something else better to do. If I go here somebody else is going to call me and want to do something else! What if I go there I'd make it but what if I went there it was for sure I'd end up dying? oh the what ifs! But if you are going to sit and lolly gag around for 8 hours and be indecisive, shoot me in the head, WE'RE DOING THIS AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT!" don't ask me how that works. I abhor my own kind pretty much.

I am in love with driving....absolutely nothing beats clicking through the gears of a manual transmission. Yes, even in a lovely 4 cylinder, negative horse power car like mine. Jaclyn named him sparky for good reason, don't knock it. He doubles as a race car, you just haven't seen it yet.

I am an herbivore....No this does not classify me as a cud chewing cow. Grass is never..err...rarely found on my menu. I mean come on. Which sounds worse? Grass or a bladder? Don't get me wrong, I don't judge. I'll happily serve you up some deadness, but pass me the tofu and I'll make it taste amazing. You think I'm kidding. Rubber can be very delectable when cooked properly.