Tugged and Tied!!! TAGGED!??

The pretty young thing Thinking Aloud has tagged me for the deadly sevens. I'm ever so greatful that you choose me to reaveal all and I hope I've done justice to it and unleashed myself appropriately :)

Tag Name

Seven Random and / or Weird Things about Me.

Rules

Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.

Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.

Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.

Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Well first of all got to let you in on a huge secret.."all the things that I thought were my trademark characteristics, turned out to be in the weird category :( and its gone and
burst my rosy bubble...

So turning all of you into more weirdness..or shall we say amusing habits (I don't want to drown in the splattered bubble)

1. Hunger!! If someone were to have taken a look at me while younger, i'm sure they would have assumed my parents starved me...but let me tell you, Food was one big YES on my list of wants... Had to eat as soon as the hunger clock struck..or else "move away, because the monster would rise"
There has been a situation where we as friends had turned up at this friends house for some project work, and he was giving us lunch...come lunch time and we realised, food was great but enough in bits...so I landed up eating all the rice, and left the rotis to the 2 other friends, much to the amusement of their cook... Now life's moved on and so has the stomach learnt its lessons...I just have bananas stuffed into slices of bread smothered with butter everytime i'm hungry. "Can I hear, the yuck!!!?? "

2. I'm finicky about clean feet....the whole system can go on a strike, can be dripping with sweat and slush for all that matters, but I got to wash my FEET and then jump into bed....the rest can go for a long walk..."it can be surely irksome, especially if you're dead to the bones"

3. Time!! Can't handle anyone who can dilly dally with time...When someone gives a time , I got to go 5 or 50 mins earlier, it wont matter if I go there and wait for hours after that...I 'll just keep observing people and loving every moment, but Go I must.When my better half says "Why should you leave so early, anyway, they are going to land up late" , He just can't
understand....I need to stick to the Time...

4 "I'm sorry, I don't think its possible for me to do it" , " I'm busy, can you ask someone else" ...These are lines, I've not known...can't say a decent NO to anyone...if I have to and its a real sticky situation...i'm all stressed, sweating and heartbeats go way above the top...All I just need to say is a No..but I dont know how...i'm terrified of
disappointing the other. And there i'll be falling over my face , and reaching heart attack levels, but will go and do things for the other...(I'm sure my sons have only heard the NO more than the Yes from me....but I attribute that to momma quirks :) Don't all of us mommas do that?? )

5. I love to see others around me always cheerful....doesn't matter that i'm drowning in shiploads of problems, I need to do something to perk them up ( One day i'm sure , i'll be booted, but...until then) The satisfaction I get from seeing them smile, just overpowers all else..

6. Stress!! Well I think I go over the top with this...I'm forever stressed., i'm convinced even while sleeping, but not with naturally tense situations. Issues like my son breaking his bones, gaping wounds on the head, where the whole world is panicking, sees me move around like a Sadhu organising stuff, and bringing things under control, but watch me when the stock of curd goes low, I haven't organised a back to school party for kids, or there is not so clean bathroom....you'll be able to know what the word " Crazy" means...I go crazy...

7. Concerned people told me, that if I delegated tasks, my life would be easier and i'd be left with more time for myself. So I did...but then realised, when it comes to clothes being folded before being put into the wardrobes, i'm a picky woman. The towels have to be folded to precision...no skewed edges for me.. ( my maid, a darling otherwise, can't understand why I make her
do it only to re-do the whole thing again)

And now while my eyes spot that lurking layer of dust on the table, you go ahead and decide whether anyone else who come in here to read ,would like to let us in on your random weirdness..

Conditions apply...try this if you're upto it, completely free of threat... and yes anybody who wants to try it, please do and let me know...(I need to be convinced i'm not the only one)

AND these wonderful people are hereby informed to carry on this weirdness announcements

Brown girls (Bringing in cheer ot her 25 year old self)

Spunky monkey (couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone)

Bullshee (lets bring him out of the hot water)

Vinesh (enough of fruit juices)

Keshi (aaww...don't we need some fun)

J (on the rocks? )

Shoonyata (bring in the poet)