Quirks

Well...I haven't updated in a while. In about a week's time, I saw an interview with some "well-known" blogger...then I read an article that was almost verbatim what the blogger said in the tv interview. They both said that one should not blog without a purpose. That intimidated me; my blog is very random, from personal to spiritual, to school stories, etc. But I think I've gotten over it by now. Plus, schedules have slowed down, my back has healed somewhat (the one I "threw out" two weeks before Christmas), and the two faithful followers that I know read my blog have been bugging me. So from now on, be prepared for the same random thoughts and stories as before. I think I'll even try to include a picture from time to time...but those might be random, too.

I have never thought of myself as a germ freak. It's not like I'm constantly slathering the Germ-X on my hands or anything; if I remember to, I will, though, especially during flu & cold season. I'm not constantly wiping down counters, sinks, etc., though a "goal" of mine (since it is January) is to be neater...and I promise my cooking areas are sanitary. Anyway, Jon and I started using a fruit and vegetable spray a while back. I don't hardly eat any kind of produce unless I've sprayed it and rinsed it thoroughly afterwards. Jon pointed out that we should probably even spray foods like pineapple before putting it on the cutting board so that the edible parts aren't touching where the germy, chemical-sprayed rind (is that what pineapple has?) had just been. I thought he was extremely overdoing it. But now I do it out of habit. I realized that my quirk with household duties comes in with washing clothes. I have this weird thing that I hate to mix kitchen towels and bath towels in the washer. You know, the bath towels touch your body, but the kitchen towels might have come in contact with bacteria from some raw meat. Sheets are another touchy laundry item. I couldn't find a link for it, but do you remember the Clorox commercial from a couple of years ago that shows how much "body soil" is on your sheets? I guess it was just grotesque enough that it fueled this quirk of mine. Am I the only laundry-germ freak out there?