Tagged!

I've been tagged by Kiki for the seven random thangs meme! I did it once before, so go read here if you want even more randomness!

Here's how it works:

Link to the person that tagged you, post the rules on your blog. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.

Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

7 Random or Weird facts about Bunny:

1. My eyes are not completely the same color. That is, my right is eye is 100% blue. My left eye, however, is only about 85% blue. There is a chunk, approximately 6:30 to 8:00, that is greenish-brownish-hazel, like my eye is a weird little pie chart. It's not a big deal, but you wouldn't have known that at my last ophthalmologist appointment. The assistant putting the dilating drops in my eyes, who looks at people's eyes ALL DAY, acted like it was the strangest thing she had ever seen. That didn't make me feel like a freakazoid; no, not at all.

2. While I am generally tolerant and accepting of all kinds of people, I have no patience for smelly inconsiderate smokers. Smokers who are considerate and take steps to ensure they don't reek of their nasty habit I can handle. But the ones who smell bad, who you can smell coming a mile away -- I have no tolerance for these people. There was a guy in my house the other night that smelled so horribly of stale & fresh cigarette smoke that I nearly threw him out of my house. I seriously considered spraying him down with Lysol. The kicker - dude was here to give Spousehole estimates on new windows; he is trying to sell something and comes to my house smelling like he marinated in cigarette smoke! Here's a tip: if you are trying to sell something, SMELL GOOD. Bathe, wash your hair, put on fresh, clean, non-smoke-smelling clothes, brush your teeth and pop in a breath mint. To prevent smelling like an ashtray, only smoke outdoors - never, ever EVER in an enclosed area - not your house, not your car, no where indoors. Spray yourself with a little Oust or Febreze or something when you come inside and brush your teeth or use a breath mint.

Even better - quit smoking!

Growing up with asthma and allergies exacerbated by second-hand smoke made me a really intolerant bitch on this score.

3. I'm an obsessive recycler. I recycle every scrap of paper, every bit of metal, glass, or plastic, batteries, EVERY DAMN THING I CAN. I do whatever I can to keep stuff out of landfills or our local trash incinerator. My newspapers and phone books go to a company that makes them into insulation for Habitat for Humanity, everything else goes into our municipal curbside recycling bins. They don't take styrofoam egg cartons though, so I try to donate those to schools or child care centers that will use them for crafts. I would compost if I had a use for the compost :-(

4. I enjoy popping my spouse's zits. It borders on an obsession. Fortunately, he is totally into it. He will take off his shirt and ask me to inspect his back. If he has no zits, he just wants me to scratch his back. Back when we used to have sex, a long, long time ago, this served as foreplay. Seriously. (For more on primate grooming rituals and sex, see FADKOG)

5. It is January 9 and my GDMF Christmas tree is STILL UP. I'm such a lazy b!tch.

6. One of my cats lives in a 5' x 7' pen in the basement. The top is totally open, so she can get out any time she wants. She chooses to not leave her pen. She is very paranoid and seems to think that she is safe in her chicken wire pen (designed for a rabbit). She has a bed, a litter box, and food and water. The children rarely venture downstairs, so she doesn't have to see them (she HATES the children) and she doesn't have to interact with the other cats. I take her out sometimes to play fetch (she LOVES fetch), so she gets some exercise. She seems quite happy with this arrangement.

7. While I am generally a very good cook, I can't cook rice. I'm like Keith Famie on Survivor: Outback. Remember him? A professional chef and Detroit-area restaurateur, but the other contestants ripped him a new one when he couldn't cook rice. If I try to cook rice on the stove it just comes out awful. This is why God made rice steamers. I adore the Hitachi rice steamer I got in 1999. Brown or white, jasmine or basmati, the rice comes out perfect every single time. I will never cook rice on the stove again.

I'm supposed to tag 7 people now to do the meme. I'll update later with those names. If you want to play, feel free to do so and let me know!