Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I Have a Confession to Make

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. ~Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson, 1894

I fold my underwear. I never thought this was weird until I got married. My DH doesn't understand why I fold our underwear, or even why I match our socks. When he was single, he had two laundry baskets: clean and dirty. He never folded ANYTHING. When the "clean" basket was empty, it was time to do laundry.

I have another confession to make. I HATE ironing to the point I've been known to got to extremes to avoid it: throwing the item in the dryer with a wet wash cloth or even completely washing it again. But, I also HATE wearing anything that is wrinkled. Yes, it's a conundrum. DH has no problem with wrinkles (nor does anyone else in his family -- which I find odd because they are all tidy to a fault and absolutely freaky about taking care of their stuff to point that it's a little scary). I've seen him walk out of the house in a shirt that he'd had stuffed into his "lake bag" -- wadded into a ball and shoved into the corner, surrounded by damp towels, and looking like it was... well, wadded into a ball and shoved into a corner. I wouldn't leave the house in clothes like that if my life depended on it.

I also alphabetize my CDs. And my books are organized by genre and then by author and series order.

Once, my DD "helped" me clean by reorganizing the spice cabinet. I nearly had a breakdown.

My DH thinks I'm not a tidy person because I tend to keep "piles". I have piles on my desk, a pile by the phone, etc. But what he doesn't understand is that I know exactly what is in each pile, and they all have a reason for being where they are.

Judy calls me an A+ type personality.

I know this: I wouldn't want to live with me... though oddly, I've only had a few room mates, and they all stuck around for years at a time and we were friends even when we stopped living together, so I guess I can't be THAT hard to be around.

Just don't mess with my spices.

What about you? Quirky? How?

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In Pillar Place: Swallowtail -- Dru asked in comments yesterday what we do with the deceased butterflies after we freeze them. We actually have a butterfly graveyard outside in DDs garden. She buries them (usually in cardboard so it will biodegrade eventually) and they get a stone over them in commemoration. One year, she did crosses on popsicle sticks, but they didn't last long.

In Pillar Place: Monarch -- we only found ONE egg at the library yesterday and no butterbabies. Some good news... my friend, Michele, IM'd me yesterday to say she has a monarch egg on her milkweed! Remember, too, that in a month or so, I'll have more milkweed seeds than I know what to do with, so if you have space to grow it, I'd be happy to send you some. Just email me!

Otherwise, no new hatching and nothing much to report. The ones who are hatched have more than doubled in size (though considering how tiny they were to start, they aren't all that big).

Butterfly tidbit: Female monarch butterflies have several hundred eggs to lay during their short life in the spring time (and I want to know why they aren't laying them at MY house... just saying). - courtesy of http://www.monarch-butterfly.com/

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11 comments:

MJFredrick said...

I don't fold my underwear but I match socks and alphabetize my CDs. How else could I find them?

Judy said...

I fold underwear, match socks... don't have enough CDs to worry about. My books are organized...somewhat. I have my friends' books and autographed books separate from the rest. My writing books are together. And...there are books scatterered EVERYWHERE. I need to get them all together. One day.

My spices are also arranged alphabetically. Let's see. I don't think I have any quirks :-)

MomJane said...

I, of course, don't have any quirks at all. Well, don't put my books open face down (my sister does that). I have plenty of fun, pretty, clever bookmarks everywhere. I may be untidy but don't move my stuff. I like it where it is.

Is this all quirky?

Anne-Kathrine said...

I don't think you are weird. I fold my underwear, match socks, I have iTunes so all my music is in there. My bookshelves are alphabethized (well they will be again since I just moved lol). Im one of those anal people with a label maker LOL. But my apt is in order, my pets get their meds etc at the right time (but god forbid I rememeber to take my own meds lol).

Dru said...

I fold my underwear (it use to be tri-fold, now it's two-fold). My books are arranged alphabetically, however my source books are not - those are arranged by category. All my music is in iTunes which is arranged by album, socks are matched.

Oh I hate ironing which is why I buy wrinkle-free shirts and my slacks are sent to the dry cleaners (I get a couple of wears out of them before going to dry cleaners).

I do have quirky traits like drinks should be on coasters, if something doesn't belong where I think it should be, it will be removed.

I don't like clutter so you'll always see open spaces.

Have a good Tuesday.

Melissa McClone said...

When I actually manage to get my clothes put away and not just in a pile in my closet, I fold my undies.

I could care less about wrinkles. I wear it no matter what and that drives my mom and my hubby insane. He'll iron for me just to keep me from walking out the house like that.

I make stacks and piles, but I know where things are. I don't mind clutter but I hate dirt. I also hate to do dishes and can ignore a pile of dishes in the sink forever.

I don't think I'm an easy person to live with at all. I had the same roommate through college and three different ones after. I preferred living alone.

Brandy said...

I fold everything. *G* And socks are matched. Everything has a place and I prefer it stay in that place, hard to handle with kids. Gah! My books are alphabetized and sorted by genre. But, my spice cabinet is a mess. I blame the hubs. *G* As for ironing, I don't like it but there's something satisfying by making the item crisp and wrinkle free. AND good golly no, I would not leave the house with clothing full of wrinkles.
I guess I am weird. *G*

I hope you have a delightful day!

Tori Lennox said...

I'd worry about you if you ironed your underwear, but folding makes sense to me. It fits in the drawer better if it's neat. And socks NEED to be paired up. How else will you know if the dryer ate one?

My CDs are kind of a mess at the moment but I do try to keep them organized. And my books are organized by the first name of the author. Well, fiction is. I shelve non-fiction/research by subject.

Ceri Hebert said...

Hmmm.. my mom folds underwear, but I don't. I do, however, match socks when I can. And I tend to hang on to mismatched socks FOREVER! I have an enormous dufflebag full of mismatched socks (ironically I'm planning on going through it tonight-I'm sure I'll find at least one baby sock in it.). I hate to iron too. I try to keep everything hung up and as wrinkle-free as possible. My mom used to iron everything. Had the board set up and watched her tv while she did the ironing. Wish I took after her more.

Wendi Zwaduk said...

I'm a folder, I'm a matcher. We started buying clothes guaranteed not to wrinkle because I too hate the iron. I'm not opposed to going out in a wrinkled shirt because IMHO it means I did work (my wrinkly shirts tend to have paint splatters and oil crayon stains on them as well - did I mention I'm messy?)

Dh calls me OCD because my books are arranged in alpha order according to author (and then each author group is org according to pub date). I alphabetized the cd's...

Maybe I am OCD... oh well. I'm happy with me. : )

groovyoldlady said...

My girlies do all the folding, so...

Mulletman put the CDs in alphabetical order by artist. My books are sorted by type or genre, and are grouped by author, but not aphabetically

My own quirkiness? If I'm going for a walk, I cannot, CAN NOT turn around to go back until I reach a predetermined driveway or mailbox or tree.

I MUST have the closet doors shut completely before I can settle down to sleep at night.