looks like daisy tagged me with the quirky meme. here’s 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 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

1) i’m a recovering obsessive pack rat. i have the tendency to save everything. before i moved in with my hubby, i had saved every single box, original packing, owner’s manual, and receipt for everything i ever purchased. i had a closet that ran the length of my apartment, under the starirs that led to the upstairs apartment, so i had the room. and it made it easy to pack up all my things, especially electronics like the t.v. and stereo safely. fortunately, hubby made me throw everything out.

2) i have a multitude of food sensitivities. i’m lactose intolerant, i can’t eat peppers of any kind, raw onions, and many spices. i also must limit my intake of greasy (fast) foods, celery, tomatos (especially cooked tomato like sauce, juice, or soup), and cabbage. and i’ve also grown to dislike salt and sugar. there are some restaurants that have nothing on the menu i can eat.

3) i’m pretty paranoid, especially about the end of the world. i’m pretty happy that i’ve made it past 50, and don’t fear dying at this point. i just don’t like to suffer physical pain. i own a small collection of firearms for protection, and try to keep a large stash of ammo on hand, just in case the terrorists or zombies invade. now, with the price of gas going through the roof, and the economy in shambles, i’ve been thinking about stocking up on food and water. and more ammo.

4) i buy lottery tickets yet rarely check to see if i’ve won. right now, theres … at least 11 tickets sitting on my desk, waiting for me to check the numbers.

5) i have this thing about chicken, especially raw chicken. if i’m preparing a chicken dinner, i must wash my hands after handling it immediately, as well as every dish and/or utensil that came in contact with the chicken. when my husband touches chicken, raw or cooked, with his hands, he must wash his hands thoroughly before he touches me. as you might imagine, that makes for hours of entertainment for him, as he chases me around the house threatening to infect me with his chicken hands.

6) i will break rules on occasion, just because i’m impulsive that way. a perfect example is this meme. i’m suppose to tag 6 people, and leave a comment on their blog. i’m not gonna do it. just because