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Who, Me?

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That Blog Every Day In May Challenge is almost over. Weird. And I’m kind of getting used to writing a blog every day.

Kind of.

Here is the topic for today:

Day 24, Friday: Your top 3 worst traits

And I’m not going to sugar coat a thing. Ready?

I’M MESSY 

This is Greg’s room in Nashville. We did long distance for 2 years and when I’d come to visit, his clean room would soon look like this:

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Sorry Greg

In my defense, I’ve always said there is a huge difference between messy and dirty. This is the girl who changes her pillow case at least once a week and is sort of OCD about cups. I am like the little girl in Signs who leaves her trail of partially consumed cups of water all over the house. Clean, but messy. Growing up I always had a heaping pile of clothing on my floor. If there’s a surface to place something, it’ll get filled with random things. Greg and I are figuring out how to tackle this. We are becoming the most severe type of minimalists. Our bedroom now has two things: A bed and a tiny, 1 foot x 1 foot thing with drawers in the corner. Oh, and a tiny stand for the alarm clock. That’s IT. And that is the way it has to be, or the cute dresser/wicker basket/whatever-else-people-fill-their-rooms-with would wind up only has a placeholder for things that should be put away.

And I’m the exact same way with my purse. It’s like Mary Poppins. I can never find anything. Greg hates how I ruffle through it and seem to dig my hand two feet down just to find chapstick. This has been happening for years.

That same trip, 5 (ish) years ago. Greg named this picture: “Typical of how Melinda searches in her purse.”

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I’M NOT AN “INDOOR ANIMAL” PERSON

Simply because I seem to be in the ultimate minority on this one, I guess it’s a worst trait. I’m sorry, dog lovers, cat lovers, and hamster enthusiasts. I simply do not enjoy being licked, shoved aside, walked on, surrounded by smells, and usually winding up crazy itchy all over my body. I can’t stand it when a wet dog nose touches my skin. I avoid it at all costs. When dogs “play” it scares the you-know-what out of me. I think cats are mean. (I’ve been slapped in the face by a hairless cat, give me some slack!)

This could be because growing up, we didn’t have a single animal inside the house. I never grew up with the dog that cuddled up beside you. I never begged for a pet and I don’t feel like I missed out on anything.

I DO however, LOVE outdoor animals that can be classified as “livestock” rather than pets. I LOVE my chickens. They’re currently inside, but they’ll be living outdoors soon and they don’t lick. YAY!

NOTE: We did have a great dog for a short period of time. His name was Aksel and he was sweet and beautiful. He is now in Minnesota with a cousin of a cousin (confusing?) and he has a lot more space. At the time, Greg and I lived in a tiny apartment and all three of us were driven crazy. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are lion hunters from Africa and should be run one or two times a day … otherwise they get destructive. I was so allergic to Aksel, too. I got hives on my forearms every day.

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Don’t let this fool you, I was scared out of my mind when this photo was taken.

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a gorgeous hike we took, back in the Aksel days

 

I’M THE BIGGEST WIMP YOU’LL EVER MEET

I’ve said it before and I wasn’t exaggerating. I am so afraid of so many things. My fears don’t keep me from living a normal life, but they do sometimes keep me awake at night or a bit over-the-top when I’m home alone and I hear a noise (like holding a kitchen knife and yelling, “I know you’re here!” And trying to sound brave, should I meet someone around the corner or in the closet.) Call it an over active imagination… call it just plain silly. I can’t help it either way. I’ve had to get a refund for 3 movies in the theater because I started crying in the first five minutes. It was after that, and a few other movies that kept me up for ~ a month, that I wrote off anything scary. For good.

And I hate Halloween. Hate it. I still think of a show (probably on the Disney channel or some other “harmless” kids program) where a scary monster mask got stuck on a kid’s head and he was almost trapped that way for eternity. Plus, I think Halloween gives all the creepers of the world a glorious chance to do what they do best: creep.

In fact, this past Halloween of 2012 was the first time I even dressed up in years. It was kind of fun, but this photo was taken at a party three days before the 31st. Less scary, and do you see any monster masks? (though Meredith’s make up was pushing it)

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the nerd, the teacher, the skeleton, the witch

And there you have it!

What are your worst traits? I think if we accept them and laugh at them, things will get better. Don’t you?

Love,

Messy, anti-domestic animal, scardy-cat

LOU

 

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Author: Melinda Haas

I write, I read, I love to laugh. God, my husband, and my step children make up my world. I am working on publishing many novels, three of which are completed manuscripts.

6 thoughts on “Who, Me?

  1. I am glad that I am not the only one who has an over active imagination. I too dislike Halloween and scary movies… But somehow I like Ghost hunting shows… But by far my worst trait is I’d rather be home…

    • I saw that picture of Meredith and could not sleep for weeks! Just kidding but recently as I was coming down the stairs, I told someone downstairs (in my most ferocious voice) to get out now or I would blow them to bits with my Beretta. No one was there and I didn’t have a gun but my imaginary one sure gave me courage!

  2. It’s nice to know when others have our same traits, isn’t it? Thanks for the comment! I think wanting to be home is a great quality, btw :)

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  4. I saw that picture of Meredith and could not sleep for weeks! :)

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