Monday confessional: there are things even I find strange about myself

- While most mothers would probably say their greatest fear and dread is something bad happening to their children, I have to admit that my mind doesn't usually go there. Like ever. Instead I'm the weirdo with a game plan AT ALL TIMES of the nearest tree to climb if a bear or cougar charges when I'm in any type of country/woods setting. Super productive use of brain power.

- I have a tendency to get sucked into movies that I come across by accident on TV even though I already own them on dvd, so instead of watching them at a convenient time and commercial free, I sit through cut scenes and endless commercials, and sometimes even grainy reception. Silly.

- I am kind of addicted to counting. What kind of addiction is that, you ask? An odd one. I like to count things. Cars between certain way-points, tiles on a bathroom floor, squares in a french-pane window, the little dashes that make up the numbers on digital clocks... the list goes on but I'll just stop right there because they're already sounding weirder and weirder. I guess it's a simple mind game for times when I'm bored or waiting. Again, super productive use of brain power.

-  I cry at the drop of a hat over soooo many things, like sentimental commercials and movie scenes, happy story endings, amazing personal testimonies, etc. etc.  But I NEVER cry when I'm upset or have hurt feelings or am offended. It's like I'm emotional but not emotional. Is that strange?

Now of course, tell me I have to have my front tooth pulled out because the root has cracked, and I'll cry for an hour straight and act as if I've been told I have cancer or something. But really, that was three years ago and what are the odds of that happening again, right?