Heh. My first "real" post here and ya'll are really gonna know what kind of freak I am.
First off, I have an OCD called Trichotillomaina. It's where I pluck out my hair one by one. I haven't had an episode in months, but the disorder is always with you.
*I am constantly "outlining" things with my mind/eyes. Stop signs, ceiling fan blades, trees...etc. It's hard to explain. It's like I am making a dotted line in my head...like I was going to cut it out or something.
*Dishes must be washed in an order. The same order everytime. Big Plates...rinse then put in the rack...little plates..rinse then into the rack...then its' silverware, bowls, cups, and bottles. Pots and pans come last. And it's not unusual for me to change the water before I wash the bottles/nipples.
*This one is sort of funny. I hate hair anywhere it's not supposed to be. Meaning on the floor, counter, shower drain etc. Which is screwey b/c with my disorder, there is ALWAYS hair on the floor (carpet). I vacuum twice a day and will even turn the sucka over, pull out the rolling brush and clean the hair thats wrapped around it.
Really gross...a bird built a nest in this yard decoration thing we have. When we went to evict it, the nest was probably 10% my hair. Effin EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
*Having food on me. I am a waitress. And I have 2 little boys (3 years old and 1 year old) It seems I always have food on me in some form. When I am at home, I change like 3 times a day.
*I have to sleep with the bedroom door open and with a light on. Usually the kitchen light b/c DH will have a friggin cow. I must also have a blanket and be close to one of the gun safes. I am a light sleeper, so my plan is to start shooting before the robber even knows I'm awake.
*When I put my diet pepsi cans in the can dispenser, they must all be facing the same way. Same thing goes for my cash. It must all be bank face and laid into descending denominations.
*When people can't think of a word (don't even try) and replace it with some derivative of "fuck". My husband is really good at that. He is a cable installer and apparently that is how they all talk to one another. Problem is he doesn't know how to shut it off when he gets home. I feel like I am his mom or something when I tell him to watch his mouth. I do my fair share of cussing, but I really watch what I say with little ones around. "The stupid mother fucker was fucking up the fucker and trying to blame in on this other fucker". Lovely.
*People who abuse or neglect their children. I really keep up on things like this and there are some people that I would just LOVE to have 10 minutes with. I swear, there are times when I read something about a child being hurt and I just cry and get mad at God.
*People who cry over stupid shit. My boss is a prime example of what I mean. She was in tears a couple weeks ago b/c a lady was upset that her cancelled debit card order was still "pending" on her account. Boss explained to her that it sometimes takes a couple business days for the charge to reverse, but the lady was still mad. So boss started crying. Geeeeeeeez.
That's all for now. Welcome to my twisted world!