Fascinating me!

I've been tagged by Kellie.

Six things you probably didn't know about me:

I'm really into politics and current events. I'm constantly reading newspapers, magazines, and political commentaries/stories. I feel passionate about my conservative views, yet I rarely express them. I realize politics is a highly polarizing issue, so I shy away from discussion. However, if you're Jeremy or my Dad, you can't get me to stop talking about the latest thing I've been musing about. I love debating!

I can't stand having my feet touched! Once a former flame offered to give me a foot massage. It was nice gesture, so I allowed it. However, I was miserable and mentally begged him to stop. Even now, on the rare occasion I get a massage or go to a spa, I instruct the therapist not to touch my feet. Jeremy's not allowed near that area, either.

I have to do a brain teaser every day or I can't fall asleep. These usually consist of crossword puzzles, Sudoku . . . anything similar to that. I'm desperate to work my brain, and even if it's 2 a.m. and I'm exhausted, I'll still do my silly crossword puzzle. I wish I wasn't so diehard because I need my sleep!

My joints are hyper-extended. I didn't fully realize this until high school -- when my friends and I were eating lunch, one guy friend commented something about my arm. I was thrilled because I thought he was complimenting my tan. My enthusiasm quickly waned when he said, "No, I was wondering how you could bend it like that. Does it hurt?" Ouch! So much for impressing the opposite sex with my bronzeness (a rare feat for me). My brother, David, and I share the same anatomical annoyances. Besides my arms and legs, my back is hyper-extended as well. When I lie down I can't touch my entire back to the floor. I remember in gym class when we were doing crunches, the instructor would tell me to push my stomach to the floor, but I couldn't -- my body wouldn't let me!

I hate the feel of wooden spoons. I'm not sure why . . . I have nothing against wood unless it's made into a utensil. When I touch one, I have to touch something else immediately to cancel out the willies -- like a dish cloth or something.

At age 3 or 4 I memorized all the verses of "The Spirit of God" with the primary. I was so proud and loved the song so much (it's still my favorite today) -- I would sing it during sacrament meeting with much gusto. However, as much as my parents tried to convince me otherwise, I was sure the lyrics were "Oh Santa, oh Santa" instead of "Hosanna, Hosanna." I thought it was appropriate to mention with Christmas approaching. :)

Now I'll tag Scott, Glen (get a blog), David (get a blog), Jennifer (get a blog) -- I think most of my other friends have done this one, or Kellie just tagged them.