Quirky....

When I was younger, I was obsessed with the movie Mary Poppins, so it's no suprise that The Sound of Music found its way into my heart-- both movies starring Julie Andrews. I wanted to be just like her. And just as life would have it be, I find myself having some funny little quirks, like unto Maria in The Sound of Music. "She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee. Her dress has got a tear.... She's always late to everything except for every meal.... " This woman is all over the place.
And I think I am too....
There are some really random things that define me. I'm terrified of fish and deep water that I don't know what's in it. I can't eat melons (they make me feel sick-- all kinds). I have to set two different alarm clocks to make sure I actually get up at 6 for my 7:00 class (one of the clocks is across my room). I go through a gallon of milk in 5-7 days. I don't have a favorite color. I love Dixie cups. I hate nuts. I can't look up when walking down stairs in fear of falling. All of this, and much, much more define me.
But I just want to focus on one little thing for a moment that is just weird. I have to load the dishwasher a certain way.

There is just something inside of me that cannot stand it when the dishwasher is unorganized!!! I'm not saying I organize my dishwasher just like this picture, but it is clear that there is a place for everything in there. It drives me nuts when my roommates put cups on the bottom (especially plastic ones that could melt), or start throwing plates and bowls in the top and bottom without a rhyme or reason. It's just the cherry on top when they try putting pots, cutting boards, spatulas, measuring cups, and who knows what else in there!
I really don't know why I have such passionate feelings about the way a dishwasher is loaded... perhaps my mother trained me to be organized when I load dishes... or I hate the idea of things not being cleaned efficiently in there because it's complete chaos... probably a combination of all sorts of stuff. Sadly, you cannot train an old dog to do new tricks.... (most of the time at least). Only two of my roommates understand this issue I have. The other two... we just won't talk about that. So all in all, I am just trying to figure out what my problem is and if I should just get over it, or try gaining more patience with other people when it comes to loading the dishwasher.... probably the later of the two.
Well my lovelies, I know this is a strange post for me to put, considering how long it has been since I last posted! But I have many ideas stirring in my head for future posts, so let's all pretend their going to come forth in a timely manner and maybe that will actually happen :)
Happy weekend, and for those of you going to the Holi Color Fest, enjoy!!!!!