For those of you who have been following my blog for awhile (or happen to know me in person), I think it’s pretty clear that I have a… unique personality. Someone actually once said to me: “Jenny, you’re weird. You’re like the weirdest girl I know.” I was a little taken aback, because it was obvious that she didn’t mean it as a compliment. I thought about it all day. Was I really weird?
When I got home, I asked the Hubbster about it. I said “Hunni, am I weird?” and he said “Yeah, of course you are.”
But he didn’t mean it in a bad way. He meant it in an ‘I have a kick-ass wife who is awesomely quirky and ten other brands of awesome’ kind of way. And he turned it into a compliment. So whenever I do something adorably weird, he says “Jenny, you’re like the weirdest person I know” and kisses me on the forehead. So, one moral of this story is that my husband rocks, but that was obvious. And the other moral is that I love being weird. Because I am. See below for examples.
1. I leave a trail of bobby pins wherever I go. Don’t really know where they come from.
2. I frequently refer to Germany as “the homeland” because I am 1/4 Austrian and 1/4 German, which I equate to basically being half German. Sidenote: I’ve never been to Germany.
3. I say the word button like there aren’t any t’s in it. But there are two.
4. I carry a bottle of water with me everywhere. Even when I go out to bars. What? I get thirsty.
5. Sometimes I think in a British accent. A lot, actually. Most of the time…
6. I will put hundreds of dollars into an online shopping bag in the morning, agonize all day over what I really want, and 95% of the time I don’t buy any of it.
7. Every time I say the word “supposedly,” I follow it with the “supposably” schtick from Friends.
8. I had a very intense dream the other day where Earth had been invaded by giant bird aliens that were living underground, brainwashing humans and luring them underground as food. I found out and then led a small band of rebels to save the world. Yeah. That’s totally realistic. I watch way too much Doctor Who.
9. I like to name inanimate objects. Like our couch (Edna) or the first turkey I made (Bill–neck in above photo) and speak of them as if they are people.
10. When I was a kid, my friend and I would pop up from the back seat of the car and wave to the people behind us, then hide, while speaking in British accents. We thought it was hysterical. I still think it’s hysterical. I think I’ll do it this weekend.