Hey There, Pammy-Girl!

It’s a good thing I got tagged today because the most exciting thing to happen over the past few days was a trip to Trader Joe’s and purchasing another blanket I got for my bed. Turns out the heater in my apartment doesn’t work and yes, I know I live in LA but when it’s 49 degrees outside and the temperature inside barely hits 60… that’s a problem. And FYI to all of you: it snowed not more than 30 minutes from here as California is experiencing a freak cold snap. Again, this wouldn’t be a problem for me but I left all my winter belongings in storage with all my furniture because I didn’t think I needed them here. Sometimes I really do live up to that blond girl stereotype.

Anyway, Travel Rat — one of my frequent readers/contributors — is so incredibly impressed with my wit, humor, and insights that he has tagged me.

The rules are:
* link to the person who tagged you
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/ habits/ quirks about yourself
* tag at least 3 people at the end of the post and link to their blogs
* let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

SIX OF MY QUIRKS :

1. I only allow gay men to cut and color my hair. I feel as though women are just fine at cutting men’s hair but there’s this whole competition factor with other women. I harbor a suspicion that they sabotage other women just because they can. Gay men do not do this. I realize the irony here, but gay men make me feel like a princess when I leave a salon thus they will always get my business.

2. My older sister started calling me Pam Clavin, after the Cheers character Cliff Clavin, because I know the most random facts and spout them whenever the urge strikes. Thus she made up special rules to trivia games in order to give me a handicap and her the upper hand when we play. I still beat her.

3. I usually don’t assess the danger of a situation until it’s over. This explains how I found myself wandering the streets of London by myself at 2 in the morning (I was near Oxford Circus, so at least there were loads of people); drove through a tornado in Kansas (actually my dad was driving and we didn’t realize it was a tornado until it was too late); that day trip from hell to visit an Aztec pyramid in central Mexico (in my defense, I wasn’t exactly fluent in Spanish but did realize, albeit a little too late, that I would most likely die if what’s his name kept driving; this might actually be worthy of a blog entry itself).

4. I came up with a life motto after seeing an episode of Ally McBeal in college. I never really liked that show but I was sick, laying on the couch, and too exhausted to change the channel. I still like my motto: ‘Every day an adventure’.

5. I am absolutely terrified of heights but — just like my attraction to the reptile and creepy crawly house at the zoo despite how those things paralyze me — I get a rush when I’m on the top of a skyscraper or a mountain and look down. Then I realize that because I’m a klutz I’ll probably fall to the bottom and I get this tingle that shoots from my butt all the way up my back. That’s when I break into a sweat and realize I’m not very bright sometimes (see #3).

6. I love to read and I consume those books that keep my attention while educating me (the classics, biographies, political histories, NYT best selling fiction). But when I fly I can only read total crap. Not crap like Jackie Collins or Harlequin romances but pretty lame reads that don’t require any thinking and can be thrown away after the flight… we’re talking junior high romances and other stuff that is so incredibly bad that it has no business being published.

Now I have to tag three more people, and I choose:

1. Bluesuit 12 (my other sister who is equally hilarious)
2. Pamajama (one funny lady who makes me feel more normal every day)
3. Allison (witty, insightful, and quite the chef)