So, over the past couple of weeks I have realized I have some really weird habits. I mean, I could probably go on forever about weird things I do but these I have noticed on more than one occasion. I am a creature of habit and although sometimes it bites me in the butt (Hello anxiety attacks) or is extremely weird; other times it makes me giggle. This little graphic is probably true to rich bloggers. 😛
1.) Instead of reading my blogging comments I get from other people, I will read every blog in my feed before I even glance at the little orange comment box in the corner. You know what I’m talking about because I know I get excited about the blinking when I see it in my per-iffs. This got me to thinking, though. Is it I really love to read about other people’s lives (obviously)? Or… Do I think so less of myself that I believe my post wasn’t important enough for comments? IDK. Maybe I just love you all 😉
2.) Whenever I make hot cocoa, I always have to skim the top and eat the little bits which don’t quite mix in all the way. And I love them. Those little bits of goodness are soggy little balls of cocoa gooey-ness. I can’t even think about drinking my cocoa until they are gone. No way, no how.
3.) Elmo can now guess what we are going to do next because I have a set routine every day. He knows when I’m going to shower because he comes, too. Don’t judge me. He knows when we are going to go get Mommy’s essential thing for survival – obviously coffee – to the sound of, “Wanna go buh-byes”? It’s sad. Cute, but sad. Immediately, he runs straight to my car. This is how bad my habits are every day.
4.) Like I’ve said in previous posts, I eat oatmeal once every day. I always make them with a banana so we have to have them on hand at all times. I’ll even go for a 10 minute drive to the nearest store just to get a banana. Needless to say, my dad put the last banana with his gear for work the next morning. And the banana bandit struck our house. 😉 This may be why my dad gets mad at me. Lol.
5.) I always say I “love” something. It’s never “like”; always “love”. For example, I will say one day, “I love that nut butter, it’s my favorite”!!! Then, the next day I’ll say I’m completely obsessed with some other nut butter. So on and so worth and the process continues until I’ve concluded every nut butter is my favorite. I don’t even know what my favorites are anymore. Favorites are overrated anyway, right?!
What are some of your weird habits?!