So... Tatiana Vila, author of The Ylem, makes this post today about the faces she makes in photographs. It is hilarious and the faces are AWESOME! I LOVED them! It made me start thinking about some of the weird quirks that I have.

My story isn't nearly as funny, and I don't have any pictures, but this is one of my weird quirks. I CANNOT go under a train trestle without placing at least one hand against the roof of my car/truck/mode of transport.

It all started when I was a teenager. My first car (which I still own) was/is a '78 Pontiac Trans Am with T-tops. Whenever I would drive under a train trestle, I would jokingly put my hand on the metal bar between the tops and claim I had to hold the roof up so we wouldn't get squished. Why? Who the hell knows. I was a teenager, whaddya want?

So I did this through all my high-school years. It was one of my trademarks. I did it in my car. I did it in other peoples cars. I did it with my parents (who wondered if I was on drugs. People who aren't high don't do those kinds of things, you know?!) It became a habit....Then it became a necessity.

My weird brain suddenly started to wonder if the reason I got through highs-chool without getting squished was because of my odd little ritual. I became paranoid about it. What if I forgot one day? I didn't want to get squished!


Fast forward *muffled number* years, and here I am. I STILL do it. I can't HELP it! Now I have a husband and kids - I can't let them get squished, now can I?! The only thing that's different now is I try to hide it from my kids (I don't need them having my weird little quirks. Let them develop their own!) So what I do is I "brush something off the ceiling." Or sometimes I have to "check the dome light." My husband just grins behind his hand and doesn't look me in the eye. My husband has known me since shortly after high-school. He knows the truth. Thankfully, he doesn't say a word. And lucky for us all, he's never tried to stop me. ;-)