My 6 Quirks

My friend Dahlene posted this on her site and since I don't have to pin down anyone else to ask them questions I thought this is the one for me. So here goes:

1. I am normally a very loving, affectionate mother but I cannot stand to have my children touch me at the dinner table. I know it's strange, but I see those sticky, crumb encrusted little fingers coming at me and...oh the horror! I also hate it when they touch me with their feet under the table. I just need my space when I am eating, is that too much to ask? Unfortunately, my children know of this quirk of mine and use it like anything else they know annoys me... mercilessly.
2. I can't read just one book at a time. I have to have several books from different genres going at the same time. I know I need to cut back when, in my dreams, the vampire starts spouting gospel truths or the pile on my nightstand threatens to bury me alive in bed.
3. I am an incurable pack rat when it comes to school supplies or teaching materials. Even though I don't have any plans to go back to teaching I can't get rid of my teaching materials and in fact continue to collect them. It's a sickness really.
4. If you think I am a pack rat about teaching materials, I am positively obsessed about books! (see #2) Just ask anyone who has ever tried to help us move. "Another box of books!!!"
5. I was a tomboy and proud of it. The only times my mother could wrestle me into a dress was on Sunday and picture day. By 4th grade even picture day required pants. I was a champion tricky bar expert, and won the cartwheel contest in6th grade, hands down. I climbed trees, high walls begged me to walk on them and jump off, puddles had to be jumped in, dirt clods had to be thrown, and the only bike for me was a dirt bike. I still love to hike, rappel, snorkle, ride bikes, dig in the dirt, look for bugs, and like, are you ready... snakes! Jeans and t-shirts are my preferred choice and not just because I am a mom to 4 young children. I am however, somewhat proud to say that if I want to, I can still "clean up" pretty good.
6. And finally, #6, my secret shame, laid bare for all the world to see (at least the 5 people who read this blog) are you ready to be horrified? sick to your stomach?..... Shoe shopping. It's not what you think. I hate it. I would rather scrub toilets and my stove top (both of which are waiting for me right now, but this is more fun) than go shoe shopping! There it is, all my shame laid on the table. Some may wonder if I have some of my wires crossed (definitely), or if I am missing some vital piece of female DNA (see #5). I don't know, but I just don't understand the love affair involved in shoe shopping. In fact, over the years, Paul has bought most of my shoes. Whew, it's out! Judge me as you may, but I'll never take it back!

I am sure Paul would have a completely set of quirks that he would list for me, but this is my list and I have approved it!