Weird? Unique? Odd? Strange?

In a recent entry in Mom's journal, she stated several reasons that she's unique.  I guess we all are.  But, if we ALL are, doesn't that make unique normal?  Am I over thinking this?  Yup, you bet I am.  How are you weird, unique, odd, or strange?  Here's my list:

I am 37, yet play hide-and-seek with the entire family for an hour or more, and enjoy it more than the kids.

I let a huge, hairy dog lie on the couch next to me, then curse while lint-rolling the hair off the couch.

When listening to music, I alternate between Trace Adkins, REO Speedwagon, Travis Tritt, Kid Rock, Fleetwood Mac, Merle Haggard, Elton John, Sara Evans, and...shall I go on?

I watch too much TV, and tend to ignore the phone, even if it's a good friend, if a favorite show is airing a new episode.  I WILL call them back later, but please leave a message, I'm watching something good.  I assume a good friend will understand.

At the age of 37, I feel weird if I go more than a week without talking to my Daddy, even for a few minutes.  Even if it's about his newest tractor implement project.

I have as many on-line folks that I consider "friends" as I do "friends" in real life.

I get giddy and child-like about wearing new socks.  Thick, soft, warm new socks.  I can run faster and jump higher!  I love new socks.  New socks are better than a new sweater/blouse/top.

I think that re-gifting is OK if you'll never use it and they would love it.  I never get gifts that I'd never use from folks who really know me.

Dust is OK, clutter is unacceptable.  Dirty dishes are evil, clean dishes stacked in the drainer for 3 days is perfectly fine.

I'll wear jeans more than one time before washing, but a sweatshirt is foul after one use, even if worn over a Tshirt.

OK, there you have it.  I'm weird, and that's OK.  I like me.