Tiddle-Bittle 1

I thought you might want to learn a little about the author of these little tid-bits. These will come in spurts and will be completely unplanned, nor will they display images of any kind.






If a thought comes to mind and I really enjoy the idea of it, I document it WHEREVER I am.
Ex: “Constipation and contemplation. Some things just don’t come out right.”

In the summer, I give my bed just as many sheets and blankets as in the winter. I don’t want it to feel neglected just because I’m afraid of waking up in a tub of my own perspiration.

I rinse my hands before rinsing out my hair, thus suds-a-fying my fingers all over again. I do the same while washing dishes. It makes me feel cleaner.I still don't understand.

After an uncomfortable experience with a spider, I now check both sides of my towel before drying off after showering, being in the pool, etc. I've been doing this for 6 years. I see impatient, dirty individuals in my future.

Whether I want them to or not, inanimate objects form personalities and make me feel guilty about every little thing.
Ex: “I’m sorry I wrote on you, eraser. It was out of love.”
Ex2: “I’m sorry I tossed you on the floor for the night, various stuffed animals. I feel justified in my need for space while my cat and dog hog the REST of the bed.”
Ex3: “I’m sorry for always hitting on you, keyboard. You’re just that damn sexy.”

If I see a worm wriggling around in my driveway, trying to escape the blistering heat, I scoop the critter up and place it back in it’s dirty environment. If I see a dead one, I mourn the loss.
However, after many hair-raising experiences with suicidal squirrels, I no longer frown with sympathy at their tiny, ruined bodies on my way to work.

I love wearing mismatched socks. Especially Miss Matched socks. Best idea ever.

My favorite color is green. My birthstone is Peridot. It has been my favorite color since I learned what colors were.
My bedroom is accented with RED. I find this unnerving and wrong . . . . but oddly satisfying.

If I see someone dog-ear a page in a book, I craft a bookmark out of whatever materials I have handy and give it to them with the hope that they’ll learn to love the notion of a good placeholder. Also, I accept the fact that, when my back is turned, they will do what comes naturally. This doesn’t mean still I don’t cry over it.

Most of the information I’ve gathered about video games over the years has been due to my watching instead of playing. The only game I’ve ever finished (with a guidebook) was Zelda: Twilight Princess. Thank you, cousins, for being the lovely little game freaks that you are. I’d never know what Final Fantasy or Assassin’s Creed was without you.

I find enjoyment in certain white lies. Example:

I was going to take a more flattering shot, but my camera died after I took this one. I think it was a sign. Behold my jean-covered thighs and awkward feet.