Well, slap me silly and call me Sally but we missed "I" here at Two Black Sheep for the ABC Along. If you read the last post, you could have surmised why. Perhaps drinking my body's liquid weight in beer had something to do with it OR it could have been the sea salt and honey roasted peanut butter combo OR I could have simply forgotten, but here is our contribution to the alphabet in the form of my favorite vowel: i. I is for idiosyncrasies .We all have them, whether we care to admit to them or not . . . it just depends on how brave you are in admitting to them. Granted, most of these are about my sister as hers are slightly more peculiar than most, but I'm sure mine will peek their nasty little heads up and say hello. And, fair warning, this isn't a pleasant "Well, aren't those Black Sheep sisters kind of cute and cultivated." It's more like, "Fuck . . . that's weird." You were cautioned.
Lola despises clumps of hair. If you clean out your hair brush around her, she might vomit. Even when she's not pregnant, she seems to do a lot of that. After she had the boys and was going through the whole "hey, you're losing some of that lustrous hair" phase, it wasn't pretty listening to her swoon with each passing clump. In addition, gum, gum wrappers, and chewing gum will make her sick to her stomach. I have never seen her with a stick of gum in her mouth. In fact, if I were to see that happen, I would know that she got the Alzheimer's gene in our family. Vanilla, my favorite scent of all time, makes her sick to her stomach as well. Once the girls sprayed some body mist in her car that was vanilla scented, and she made them throw the bottle out of the car . . . while in motion. Blood makes her pass out. When she needed stitches removed as a child, our mom had that "brilliant" idea to take her to a neighbor who was a nurse to do it. Poor Lola was more than lightheaded and felt the urge to puke. Mom wouldn't let her do so in the neighbor's toilet because it was too clean . . . not sure how that worked itself out. Our sweet Lola hates - hates - toothpaste (Crest, Aim, Colgate . . . with the exception Arm & Hammer since it's baking soda based) and tooth brushing. SK has taken on the task of helping Gus brush his teeth; even hearing it freaks Lola out a bit.
Me? I'm a little more laid back with my quirks. I detest loud noises, to the point that I have avoided all fireworks for the past 20 years. We've taken the girls to a few displays over the years, but my index fingers were firmly jammed in my ears throughout the whole event. Once the girls threw some poppers on the ground and I freaked out to the point of tears . . . on their part. Clowns? Not on your life. Nothing is creepier than a clown. Couple that with the first one and now you'll understand why I never visit circuses. Ever.
I'm sure that I have more (and even more sure that my sister will post a few in the comments), but my brain hurts. Our family is currently embroiled in some drama surrounding the Bro's choice for a wedding date. Reading between the lines: he selected a holiday weekend that is convenient to no one in the family and will surely negate his nieces and nephews as well as brothers-in-law from being there. Fun, fun, fun in our houses. Me? I am just spiteful enough to get a huge shoulder covering tattoo only to generate comments at the wedding which is slated to be outdoors in August. We're talking outrageous tattoos . . . suggestions? I'm open to anything.
PS - Knitting pics later this week . . . I'm done with the body on Bobo and almost finished with my class sock. Although, an August wedding begs for a lacy, green, silk shawl . . . just lacy enough for the tat to show through. And I couldn't get the tags to show up for the photo credits in the mosaic. If you click to our Flickr page, you can sift through our favorites.