Unspectacular Me

The fiery Red Cardigan tagged me for a meme and I couldn't refuse... because people, she is a REAL redhead and she knows where I live! So, these are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

And here are my unspectacular quirks:

1. Webster defines the word quirk as "a peculiar trait or idiosyncrasy". I use some sort of dictionary device at least 10 times a day. Most of the time, it is double checking what I am already relatively sure of but sometimes it is to look up something new. You would think that with this penchant for reference assistance I would have the vocabulary of a lifelong scholar, but sadly, my brain is like a sieve and most of the words I look up run through it faster than water which is what makes me click on that permanent dictionary widget on my desktop again and again and again.
2. I bite my lip when I am thinking. My mother does the same thing only she is trying to keep those thoughts contained whereas I am usually just "chewing them over".
   
3. I have rules about which foods are allowed to touch and which ones aren't. Don't get me wrong. I am not Monkish about it. I have never attempted to enumerate (yes, I just looked that up) them. Let's just say, I know them when I see them.
4. Most of the time, when Red gets the heebie jeebies from pierced ears, it's my fault. But all she has to do is pop in a contact lens and PAYBACK! Eyes give me the willies. I am very grateful that none of my children have ever required an eyelash extraction while their father wasn't at home. It's true! God knows me too well. I don't like to touch eyes, mine or anyone else's. I don't like seeing people touch their eyes. I would rather not think that some people have a tiny piece of plastic attached to their eye all throughout the day especially if I have to look them in said eye. Moving on...
5. I hate spitting out watermelon seeds. From the time I was a teenager, I remember cutting up a whole watermelon and removing all of the seeds before cubing it and putting it in a bowl in the fridge. Nowadays, I just buy seedless.
6. I have to preview scary movies or anything with potential jump scenes in fast forward so that I know where they are. I don't like surprises and I have never liked to be scared. My "best friend" in elementary school showed her affection for me by hiding behind corners and jumping out at me making me scream. With friends like that...
   

So there you have it. More about me than you ever wanted to know. Let's hear about you. Let me know if you decide to play.