What came First? The Chicken or the Tea?





I have some ‘quirks’- a shit load not many admittedly, but a few.


I like my iced tea unsweetened and my hot tea sweet.


See, nothing weird there. 


I prefer to listen to NEWS radio whilst driving and not music. Music mellows my go-to road rage default position thus interfering with my daily release of frustration on unassuming fellow motorists.


Nothing odd so far.


I must have the house tidied-up before I retire for the evening and again before I leave for the day. My theory is that if a burglar shows up he will be so impressed with the perfect placement of the art that he’ll immediately fall in love with me and leave me flowers move on instead of making my life complicated. Same goes for the police.


I’m nothing if not always thinking ahead.


My whole ‘behind-closed-doors’ thing is organized to within an inch of it’s life. If my shit clutter doesn’t, in fact, LOOK like clutter then it’s not really clutter. Right?


Well, that’s my story and I’m storing it in clear plastic non-quirky boxes- that are labeled and color coordinated.


I have been known to ask for a pre-set menu selection to be changed in accommodation to my mood. I am also a tomato snob and I like my meat dead. Do not decorate my plate with little dribbles of saffron colored glaze unless it actually adds to the flavor explosion I fully expect to take place in my mouth after having spent three times the going rate for a plated leaf from the green grocer we all shop. You are not playing with an amateur here.


Or someone that has been known to actually go INTO a professional kitchen. Nope. 


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I tend to throw things away if they appear to have no positive purpose or someone has forgotten to put them in their proper place ply them with reverence— for a while. Am I talking ‘objects’?


Okay. We’ll go with that.


I can’t seem to NOT talk during a movie. Things just pop into my head and I have to discuss.


Sometimes they actually have to do with the movie. Oh ohhhh.


I have/use/depend upon LISTS. I have so many lists that I have lists that tell me where the other lists are. It’s called a ‘system’.


Don’t judge. It works. Mostly. Unless I can’t find the List and then I’m immobile until I throw salt over my shoulder, spin three times to the West, and cluck like a chicken.



No Quirks here. 



What Came First? The Chicken or the Quirk?PINIMAGE


  • Nora Hall - I love writers with a sense of humor and you definitely fit the bill. Thanks for sharing–I have to pass this on to my readers.ReplyCancel

  • Audrey Van Petegem - I adore your sense of humor! We all have little (or big) idiosyncrasies but some should stay well hidden! lolReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Yeah… I like the chicken thing. It’s very…French Quarter….ReplyCancel

  • David Stillwell - I always read your blog and walk away feeling worse. Now my problems are larger because I have to worry about how much I spent on greens, whether or not my lists are adequate, and if I should do the dishes again before I leave the house… Your’s truly, A Third World Nation living with First World Problems…ReplyCancel

  • Lisa at GrandmasBriefs - It’s funny you mention picking up the house in case a robber comes in the night. I do something similar: I lock the bathroom door when I’m alone in the house just in case a thief breaks in… I don’t want him/her catching me on the toilet!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m not laughing at you…. but that’s hysterical! And I’m totally going to do that from now on….ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Cheryl, I love your quirks! Well, except for the talking during a movie. SHHHH! xoReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Of course, they aren’t quirks. We won’t even discuss mine, except I like my coffee black and don’t like tea-iced or hot.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - I have the same problem with perfect tidiness- except it’s a bit harder with two kids, two dogs and two cats who have a preference for peeing on freshly washed pillows. I actually had to set my bar lower since we have kids etc, otherwise I would be doing just that – I mean cleaning and tidying. So, for a while I’ve been living in a house that’s just half-perfect and that’s ok.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You bet it is- okay, that is. When my kids were younger I was known to spin myself into a tizzy trying to keep it all together. I grew-up along side them. Now that they’re grown & flown my neatnik tendencies have been unleashed!ReplyCancel

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