Weird things about me

OK, I'm succumbing to peer pressure. Stacey tagged me, and I see that Tyra already responded. So, here are six weird things about me ...

1. Give or take, I'm six feet tall. I don't happen to think that's weird at all, but judging from the reactions I get constantly, it must be weird. Or unusual. Or something like that. (For the record, I've never had issues with being tall. However, I do have issues with clothes for tall women. More stores are offering longer inseams, in particular J Crew and Gap. But often these stores don't offer every style in tall sizes. Also, stores that claim to cater to tall women, such as Tall Girl, assume you're either a size 8 or 10 just because you're tall and that you have no interest in current fashions. It's worse when you're pregnant!)
   
2. When I'm pregnant (which I am now), my hands develop a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome. My wrists hurt when I work at the computer. Now, my left thumb is almost always numb, which means my fingers will soon follow.
   
3. When I dress to run, I always tie my shoes twice. First, I tie them after I put them on. Then just before I get on the treadmill, which is exactly a 30-second walk from my bedroom, I tie them again. I do the same thing when I go outside to run. It's an odd quirk that's developed since living in Michigan.
   
4. I have weird nicknames for my children, such as "Bubby," "Booger Bear," and "Stinker." What in the world is endearing about Booger Bear? I have no idea, and I have no idea what possessed me to say it.
   
5. My hubbie says I always sniff my food before I eat it. If I really do, I don't notice this. That said, this morning I made him smell the milk to see if it was sour. I cannot stand a whiff of sour milk, and once I smell even a hint of it, my morning bowl of cereal is ruined (even if it has good milk). And I hate when my breakfast is ruined.
   
   *** Backing up to #3, it just dawned on me that I used to have similar quirks while swimming. I would put on my cap, adjust it a couple of times, then take my goggles off and on a couple of times before my race. Hmmm ...
   
6. You know those velour-like blankets that most mid-level motels have? I can't stand to touch them with my fingertips. It drives me crazy, especially if I have recently broken a fingernail. My roommates used to make fun of me at swim meets.

I have no one to tag! My hip blogging friends have already played the game. If you're reading along and you do blog but haven't told me, let me know and you'll be it!