Chatter about my imperfections

Through this blog, one thing has become clear (correct me if I'm wrong): I have cancer. And this blog, as noted, is chatter about life's imperfections. So I thought for kicks I'd share a few (other) imperfections about me. Because I'm more than just a girl with cancer. I'm a quirky girl with cancer.

 I'd like to think of myself as relatively normal but we all have our imperfections and idiosyncrasies...

* I squeeze the toothpaste right in the middle of the tube. I absolutely know I should squeeze it from the bottom but somehow I never do.*

*That just doesn't need to be there. By this I mean people WAY overuse the word 'that.' In every sentence you write, read it aloud to yourself. If you've used the word 'that' then try your sentence without it (out loud.) Chances are, at least 75% of the time, you'll notice it's not necessary. Trust me.

* I firmly believe the following: The toliet paper roll should go on the dispenser the right way. There is only one right way. I will change it if it's wrong.

* Clearly I am a tad OCD. I have preferences on where things go. Coasters on tables, certain towels in certain bathrooms, the placement of items on the kitchen counter - which should not be many. 

* I watch all three hours of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. It feels nostalgic. It got me out of cooking when I was younger which was brilliant until I had to do the cooking myself and realized I didn't know how.

* I am a homebody. I love the idea of going on a Mediterranean cruise for 14 days, traveling to Ireland, Scotland and London, and finally taking a trip to Tahiti and Fiji. But actually being away from home for weeks is not my idea of awesome. I gotta really gear myself up for change in routine. And having zero control on where things are or how the toliet paper rolls.

(Proof I have left the country and spent time in Europe.)

* Without enough sleep I am super cranky.

Life is not good for me when I'm sleep deprived. I need a minimum of seven to eight hours a night. Without it, there are serious problems.

* I'm that girl who tells you what time it is and how they built the clock. In (several) other words, I take what could be simply stated and use too many words. I talk too much. I take too long to tell a story. I love details. But you knew what I meant with the first sentence.

*If you and someone you live with are arguing about this, there's a very simple solution. Get your own tube of toothpaste. Problem solved. You're welcome.