Tag! (I'm It...)

My friend Frances recently “tagged” me to list six of my strangest quirks here on my blog. In America, this would have been easy, because in America, it felt like I had a million of them. But here in Namibia, those quirks and ticks just don’t seem so strange. (In fact, they appear to be more like survival skills or coping mechanisms.) But after a bit of thought, and a few SMSes to PCV friends, I’ve come up with the following. (And feel free to add any I've forgotten...I'm sure there are many.)

I have no problem wearing the same thing over and over and over again. Need proof? I spent two weeks wearing one black dress when my luggage failed to arrive in Namibia on the same flight I did. I still sported that dress—rather well, I might add—long after my bag was delivered.

I hate magic, cauldrons, wizards and gnomes. Therefore, I haven’t seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies (or read any of the Harry Potter books, for that matter) and have absolutely zero desire to. My favorite genre is reality.

I think the only two ingredients required for a party are cheese and crackers. Close third? This game.

People often tell me that I look confused or like I don’t understand. Really, that’s just the face I make when I’m paying attention.

I love the Olympics more than any other sporting event for the same reason I love March Madness more than any other tournament: Bob Costas. Oh, and the touching tales of triumph over tragedy. I live for that kind of stuff.

When I'm listening to my ipod, my fingers dance. Seriously.

Katie and Deanna, now it’s your turn!