1. My English is no very good looking. Ever since my Spanish speaking mission ended six years ago, I have had a doosy of a time trying to formulate basic sentences. Don’t get me wrong, I have always used words like ‘Fashlight’ but now I am downright silly. Sqooze should be a word. “I sqoozed the Charmin.” It’s a good thing I have a wife who can help correct me so I don’t make a fool of myself in a meeting down the road.
2. I love music, especially Caribbean music. I dare say that I listen to the XM Radio Spanish channel 90% of the time while I am in the car. Salsa, bachata, merengue, and reggaeton. I crank it and I know every song. I don’t know when I will grow out of it but the fever is stronger than ever. !Viva la revolucion!
3. I am extremely annoyed by loud eaters in quiet environments…almost to the point of insanity. I could be moments away from trying to save the world by disabling a huge atomic bomb and be distracted by some joe in the room eating CornNuts. It would be beyond my ability to focus and I would probably be asking: “Who eats CornNuts?! Seriously?! Especially in confined spaces!” BOOM….World Ends.
Luckily my wife and baby don’t get on my nerves and for those around me I try to eat as silently as possible. I have even sucked on a chip at work until it has lost its crunch.
4. According to my wife, I sing and dance everywhere I go. I am told this is quite strange and many consider this a quirk. She says it wouldn’t be so bad if I would sing in a normal range instead of high pitched voice. I have joked that she would push me off a cliff to stop me from singing in public. Apparently, she embarrasses easy. I wonder if that was one of her quirks.
5. I have a little case of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). It’s rather mild and entails little routines like lathering up in the shower in the same order every time (to me it’s efficient), cooking eggs down to a science (consistent breakfast), and sometimes it takes a couple of seconds to draw the number 3; the pen just doesn’t move (it’s about symmetry). And there is the little detail about drawing shapes with my stomach. It started with a foot or a hand that would make a shape on accident and I would follow it with repetitive patterns trying to create the perfect shape. Once I got married, I became aware of it and was able to tone it down. Problem is once I breath (which is like all the time) my stomach moves up and down. That usually results in a shape being draw with my stomach. Usually it’s a Christmas tree or a heart or a spade. Symmetrical objects. Who doesn’t do that?
6. Oh, and when I use the restroom in the middle of the night, I don’t turn the light on. That would just wake me up. Duh.
Now that wasn’t so bad. I guess I am pretty normal after all.
I don’t think there is anyone left to tag so I will go with…Luke Perry, Alejandro from the burrito stand, Taylor Grace, Creed Bratton, my cousin Louie, and high school Adam.