6 Unspectacular Quirks

Okay. Ginger tagged me for this way back in November. It looked like a fun little exercise, so I decided to do it, then promptly pushed to the back burner—way, way back in the back. But, now I've got a minute, here it is. The trick for me is limiting the quirks to six.

Rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you and comment in the comment section on their original Quirk post.
   
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
   
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks about you.
   
4. Tag 6 or more by linking to them.
   
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

Here Goes:

• My toes are incredibly crooked because I frequently stub them. I really jam them, they usually bruise, and sometimes they break. They are so damaged, Adam swears I'm going to need toe implants soon, but then he works for a company that makes the implants so . . . Ariane shows the beginning stages of this malady. When it happens around me, I can feel her pain.
  
• I get the hiccups—the really hard, painful kind that go on forever. I have my corrective strategies, but sometimes nothing works. My boys have quit laughing at me about it. Early in my marriage, when my hiccups were cute little hic-a-burps, Dallas called me 'Otter'.
  
• I am a pathological editor. I'm constantly critiquing the syntax of what I read, no matter who wrote it, even if only in my head. Charles Dickens is really sloppy with his syntax. I hate dangling participles and split infinitives, and people! Mostly is not a word! The proper word is primarily. However can be used in the middle of a sentence only if it is followed by a semi-colon. Otherwise, it belongs at the beginning or the end of the sentence. Misuse of homonyms makes me twitch. I get really frustrated when my own mistakes slip past me, or I find them two seconds after I hit the send button. Doh!
  
• When I send text messages, I can't bring myself to use 'text-speak' but have to type everything out, complete with capitalization and punctuation. It makes me absolutely crazy when people use text-speak when they're composing from a keyboard.
• I use big words. They're thrifty. Why use four words when you could use one? Sometimes I spend way too much time searching for just the right word because my poor brain is so difficult to access. I know it's out there somewhere!
  
• I live in constant fear that I'll do or say the wrong thing, offend someone, make a complete fool of myself, or make it only too apparent what a fraud I am. I'm afraid I'll cross the line between friendliness and imposing myself upon others, so I stay clear of it. Sometimes, three hours after a conversation or encounter, I think, "Why in the world did I say that?! How lame can I get?" My most vivid childhood memories are those of abject humiliation.

People I'm tagging: Carrie, Tomi Ann, April, Camille, Kami, Shasta, Lucy, Kathy, and Ariane because she really needs one.