My mother used to tell people I never met a stranger because there were no stranger. She is right.
To say anything about me which does not include the words eccentric, odd, strange, outright bizarre or just plain weird would be a half-truth. In fact, I am very odd.
Regardless of how normal I seem to me, normal is a setting on the dryer. This post was both fun and one I wish did not have a limit… much like Day 7: I only get 5?
Although the majority of what I eat is directly as it occurs in nature, all the way to my affinity for tartar (Pick a meat… they are all good.), there is one thing which even my omnivorous, bottomless pits think I am strange for liking.
No, not just calamari. I do like it fried, but I prefer it raw.
The Eyes Have It.
Everyone is familiar with my eyes. They are hard to miss on the header. When Liz designed that header for M3, she had asked me for eye images for something else entirely. I sent her a few, but she took a cruise through my social media galleries to find the one which just struck her.
She chose this one for a few reasons, not the least of which is in it my eyes were green. If you see me in person, you will see the blue first. (People have no problem with where Man Cub gets his.) Many people comment on the depth of the blue in my eyes.
Bearman made mine teal in his caricature of me.
(The links in the last two paragraphs will open in new tabs so you can see the difference.)
So, who is right?
They all are. My eyes change colors based on my mood and health. The rims of the irises are deep blue. The middles range from dark blue to greyish white. The center around the pupil is yellow… not green, yellow.
When I am happy, they are blue. When I am busy, they are green. When I am angry or in pain, they are barely grey… mostly white. Only two people have ever seen them yellow. Neither wants to discuss it on camera or ever again.
I will never lie and say I think my shoe habits are weird; however, when I appeared at the park wearing one of my fave pairs of hiking shoes I got a plethora of looks. When I was successfully scaling the trail and walked more than two miles in them, the judgmental looks changed to head-shaking I don’t know how you do it.
Over the years I have innumerable out of the box pets: jaguar kittens, peafowl, guineas, Canadian geese, raccoon, squirrels, iguanas, snakes of various sizes and eating habits, owls, are you getting the picture?
How about what I let my older children feed off our back porch when they were toddlers?
Yes, the Louisiana yard dog. We had little ones in the house in an aquarium, but the big ones swam in the bayou in our backyard.
As a reigning multitasking queen, I have a large propensity to mix tasks others would not consider in the same hour, much less at the same time. My favorite room of the house is the bathroom. One of the norms in my house is for me to say, Let me set up the laptop in the bathroom.
Then, it is not uncommon for me to invite perfect strangers to bathe with me. There are a large number of the M3 Readers who have joined me in the bath even though we have never been in the same state. Does that make me a closet Turk? *shudder*
Even the room is odd. I have a filing system in the bathroom, a tower beside the tub for the computer and Crackberry and art hanging on the wall which is over 90 years old.
What’s your verdict? Do these things make me weird? What about you is weird?
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