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Random Fact Monday

Turns out I enjoy sticking my head through wooden cutouts and making faces.

When I tell people my middle name, they laugh. Not with me but most definitely at me. I take comfort in the fact my name could have been worse. It could've been Elmo.

I have a birthmark on the back of my thigh which is the exact shape of the country of Italy. I sincerely believe this is responsible for my shoe fetish.

I collect watches but I never wear them. The hair on my wrist is too long and I'm tired of yelping when the watch rips the hairs out.

I'm scared of cows. This can prove troublesome when one is married into a cattle farming family.

I call my husband Boo on my blog because it was his childhood nickname, bestowed onto him by an older sibling.

I hate parsnips.

I'm tone deaf and vocally challenged yet I love karaoke.

I once filled a dozen Barbies doll heads with ketchup and then used the dolls for target practice to sight in a rifle.

There are three nipple hairs on my right boob that only sprout whenever my husband is home for the weekend. I'm debating on letting them grow and seeing if I can put beads on them just to freak my husband out.

I did an interview for The Daily Femme and you can read more about me here. (Go read it. You won't be disappointed in my jackassery.)

Random Fact Monday has been brought to you by holiday Monday and my ego.

You are welcome.

Care to share a random tidbit about yourself so I don't feel all alone in my quirkiness?
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Reader Comments (56)

I like dogs more than people.

I never met a potato I didn't like.

I think beer tastes like ear wax.

There, happy?

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Domestic Goddess

I can wiggle my ears.

I can burp the alphabet.

I love your blog.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJust Me

I think I may have agoraphobia.

I hate exercise (alot).

I am 44 but have the sense of humor of a fourteen year old boy.

Does that help?

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKim

Both my middle fingers are crooked, which pisses me off everytime I try to give someone the finger.

I had to look up the word crooked to make sure I was spelling it right...there's something seriously wrong with that word.

I can pick up stuff with my feet, which I am totally proud of but which has yet to land me a job.

My ego is far too big for me. I've considered hiring someone to help me carry it but I'm too freakin' broke. Pfft.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMesina

haha. I love your blog.

I spend ridiculous amounts on fancy shoes, but spend 99% of the time in flats.

I love photography but all my shots are usually of my dog/beach or flowers.

I loathe working out and enjoy too many desserts.

And a follow up to the last one, you can find something baked an the counter cooling every Friday.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMonica N

You forgot to mention that bleach your anus at home.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAvitable

I can't curl my tongue. Everyone in my family can. They tell me it's genetic, so the fact I can't supports my idea that my parents got the wrong kid before leaving the hospital.

I loathe tomatoes, but I will eat anything and everything (within reason) made from a tomato.

I hate the word 'slacks.'

I'm exhausted. That's not so a random fact as it is a constant, though.

I pretend to be a lady but really I think fartings funny and I am not above getting a wedgie out in public. (I am in my mid thirties). Luckily my children know to be polite in public and save that stuff for home.
I would pay the $600 (if I had it) for the VIP package just to meet Bret Michaels once, been a fan since 1987.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLeah

I think farts are funny. The stinkier, noisier the better.

Hot dogs make me gag.

I love the sun and worship it even though I know I'll end up a wrinkled old crone.

I hate being bored but am too lazy (and too busy procrastinating) to do anything.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCountry Girl

My husband and brother refused to pose in that Viking thingy yesterday. They're so mean.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHi, I'm Natalie.

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I think farts are funny, too!

I have a birthmark in the shape of the state of Alabama. Maybe that's why I like fried foods???

I could eat my weight in cinnamon graham crackers and marshmallow cream.

I think your blog is hilarious!

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLaura

I still have wet dreams. Wait. Wuh?

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterOut-Numbered

I am blind as a bat, but have phenomenal hearing. If one wants to talk shit about me? They pretty much need to leave the state.

I have a birthmark on the back of my left calf. When people ask what it is, I say, it's where my mom kicked me on the way out. Yeah...I was a c-section.

I can tie cherry stems in my mouth.

I despise talking on the phone. To anyone except my bff. I am pretty sure texting was invented by someone just like me. Albeit, someone much smarter and less lazy.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterIssa

I forgot to mention my grandmothers name was edwillda...is that it?! Lol.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKim

I like to hop on my schlong like a pogo stick.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermuskrat

i also think farts are funny
i can say the 50 US States in alphabetical order
i love chocolate and mint together
my favorite chips kettle cooked cape cod salt and vinegar (i could easily eat a bag in one sitting)
i can touch the end of my tongue to the end of my nose

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLodi

I cannot stand to see people touch their bellybutton. It grosses/creeps me out. And don't even THINK of touching mine.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJessica

Well, I have NO middle name, but always hated my first name, so was always trying to come up with the perfect middle name so I could add it legally and then go by that name. Never did settle on one.

And I CAN wiggle my ears, curl my tongue, and cross one eye in on its own.

I once pierced my own nose, but eventually the stud left a silver deposit in my nose, so I had to have a plastic surgeon cut a piece out of my nose.

I've had two surgeries on my eyes, not to correct vision, but to align them together. Yes, I was a lovely child...

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkittenpie

I can walk with my big toes pointing straight up.

Wooden kitchen implements give me the willies and make my teeth hurt. I can't eat popsicles or use wooden spoons when I cook. My husband gets an endless amount of pleasure by announcing publicly that I can't stand to put wood in my mouth.

I prefer dill pickles on my peanut butter sandwich instead of jelly. Even when I'm not pregnant.

I'm double jointed and it's not nearly as much fun as it sounds.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNikki

I, too, loathe parsnips.

I love your Barbie Doll sighting-in...awesome, truly.

I would share a random fact about myself, but Im afraid I'm just not that interesting. Also, I may have a raging case of the "Who the Hell Cares?" at the moment.

Sweet of you to ask, though.

Shade and Sweetwater,

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKyddryn

I can stick my legs behind my head...one leg at a time.

I can also give you a thumbs up with my feet by curling all of my toes, except my big one under. This grosses my mom out.

I eat ketchup on practically everything, but I refuse to eat anything tomato-y.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSarahSee

I have a birthmark on my left hip in the shape of football, which probably explains why I tolerate football....

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterbeth

I can twist my tongue into a flower shape.

But I am still a bad French kisser, go figure. Ask my husband. I stink at it.

I love your blog!

Gasp that I am even typing this on here, I was born with no toenails Nada zip ziltch. And for some odd reason I have size 11 feet at 5 feet tall, and people wonder why I freak when they step on my feet.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterChristina

**I play Quidditch (no, we can't fly) on a team at my university.
**My favorite city changed from Paris to London while I was abroad this summer.
**French fries dipped in a mayonnaise & ketchup mixture are my ultimate weakness.

August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Chapstick Pezbian

I have THREE middle names.

I am quickly becoming a shoe-girl, but have never been one before.

I'm still lactating. Zoë quit breastfeeding three years ago.

I miss your winks.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterZoeyjane

I have nipple hair too. The right boob more than the left. I pluck one and two grow back. I give up. I pluck them all one day and the next day they are peaking back out. I tell my husband to deal with it.

I try to plan to do too many things in one day and someone gets disappointed when I don't do them all.

I also love your blog!

I am shy and hate it. I am more outspoken now than I have ever been, but when I am around a lot of people at a party or something like that I get my shy on and have a hard time turning it off. My husband is the exact opposite.

I love food, and so does my ass! I always say, you have to have to pieces of what you eat that way your ass stays evened out!

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMelissa

Actually I think it's a legal requirement of Karaoke singers to be tone deaf and vocally challenged.

I can raise one eye brow and keep the other level.

I am an engineer and yet still must add numbers on my fingers.

I thought I was dyslexic, now I know that I am just spastic.

67% of all statistics are made up, including this one.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLarryLilly

I too like dogs more than people.

Like cold pizza for breakfat, way more than hot pizza for any meal.

Any fart or poop joke, any time, and I will laugh. Makes for awkward times in synagogue...

I love swearing and knob gags!

My great uncle's name was Elmo Urton. It doesn't get worse than that.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJessi

I have a hard time living in the moment.

I have two people warring inside me: a suburbanite and a hippie.

I have a fantastic fantasy life.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle Zive

My best talent is making "Gerbil Face"
I once made it so many times at a party I had broken blood vessels on my cheeks the next morning.
If you ask me I might send you a picture of Gerbil Face.
I sprouted my first chin hair last week. I'll be 40 in a month.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdale

Judging by others' answers, there's alot of us immature introverts out there, lol. Enjoy!:

I also prefer my dog's company over that of humans, with the exception of my overly-flatulant boyfriend, but only because he shares the couch/chocolate/beer/remote without complaint.

I wake said boyfriend up in the middle of the night when I let a "rival" fart go, just to show him I'm a contender.

I put ketchup on my ketchup, and often order fries just so I can eat ketchup without looking wierd.

When I see large words, I feel compelled to count the letters and then group them into even numbers in my head. Example: the word Moving = 6 letters, 2 groups of 3, Mov - ing. Words with odd numbers of letters bug the shit out of me, like the word: discovery = 9 letters, disco - very.

I crack my left big toe constantly, so much that friends have to tell me to stop.

Reading these make me feel alot less strange. =)

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDawnMarie


I type almost everything in my head. Started in high school. I get angry when I have to backspace or fix my own thoughts.

I am very loud and always with people at work and just about anywhere I go. But I much prefer being alone at home with my animals. In sweats. With ice cream.

I have the world's stinkiest feet. Ever. I have used just about every thing there is to fix this...and yet they still stink.

Fart jokes also still make me laugh. And I still think talking about sex is funny. I am almost 30.

I am very internally conflicted about turning 30. Don't feel at all grown up yet and am scared.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJoie

"Close Talkers" give me the creepies. Step back away from my personal space, thank you very much.

I can out fart, from a stink perspective, my husband and the dog. This prevents close talkers in my immediate family.

About two years ago, I stopped liking the taste and texture of pasta. The smell of baked ziti makes me queasy.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCatootes

I'm scared of the dark.

I had a crush on George Peppard, you know, before he died.

I am messy.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHamlet's Mistress

Thank you for the excuse to be a wee bit narcissistic!

At 46 years of age I have about ten gray hairs on my head (natural auburn), yet move further south and my pubic hair is 75 per cent white.

I love spiders and snakes yet I'm terrified beyond all reason by moths and centipedes.

I'm afraid that if I miss going jogging just once I'll immediately gain fifty pounds and turn to blubber.

I'm more scared of being in a relationship than being single.

... and, I'm a complete film snob who worships SpongeBob Squarepants.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLouche-ska

The barbie doll head/ketchup combo is freakin' genius. I wish I had done that as a youngster.

My sister had three kidneys, but one of them was defunct and the doctor removed it.

My son has a supernumerary nipple.

I drive barefoot. Always.

I hate the F-word. Not the one that rhymes with truck. The one that rhymes with heart, and I've been seeing it all day. I'm sure my boys will taunt me will one day taunt me with this.... They've been taunting me with the P-word that rhymes with soup since they were born.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJenny

I have a birthmark on the inside of my upper arm like a goldfish cracker. I don't blame it for anything.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKristin

I hate bare floors. I would have carpet in my bathrooms and kitchen if it was up to me.

I love "As Seen on TV" gadgets. Any time I hear "If you buy right now, we'll throw in a (insert equally useless item) for free" I'm all over it.

I love mowing the lawn.

I obsessively alphabetize things. You'll notice this list is.

p.s. LOVELOVELOVE your blog!

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCindy

i'm terrified of butterflies. i used to lie and say my middle name was elizabeth because everyone laughed at elvira. i love my middle name now.

serious about the butterflies. TERRIFIED. did you know that they migrate from mexico to santa barbara every single year?

i only know this because a "friend" of mine lives in between those two spots. and she's afraid of butterflies.

but her middle name is elizabeth, so it's not me.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterYo is Me

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I can do "here is the church, here is the steeple" with my toes.
Farts ARE funny.
I am not gray enough.

Thanks for a fine blog.

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterEnnie

i can't sleep unless i suck my bottom lip

August 3, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterskye

1. I don't listen to Dyson commercials.

2. I harbor a deep love for junk food like Hamburger Helper.

How can you not like parsnips? They taste like carrots! :)

August 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKaci

Love reading your blog....

I am scared of moles. Yes, the animal, not the skin moles:-) They are creepy.

I HATE flying and I am married to a private pilot...and yes, we fly to the US (from Germany) once a year. No alcohol or drugs for me since I am still nursing.

I do NOT like Weissbier, and yes, I do live in Bavaria.

Hahaha, I also have hair around my nipple, right side though and 'only' two.

August 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMicha

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