The older you get, the more you realize your “quirks.” I have quite a few. One of my favorite quotes is, “The only normal people you know are the ones you don’t know very well.” Makes me feel better about myself, because I am weird. A few examples…

I call my parents every day. Every. Single. Day. Multiple times. They rarely call me. They don’t have to because I beat them to it. I really did not know this was odd until someone told me that most people talk to their folks once a week, max. Wells and Graham better not be “most people.”

I have an unusually high belly button. Find your belly button. Mine is five inches above yours. If I wear a deep V neck, you can see it. Kidding. Sort of.

I hate to stand on bathmats. They give me the willies.

I have to clear microwaves with remaining time on the display. I think it is bad luck for it to be there. We have two microwaves in the break room at work. I am constantly clearing.

Speaking of “bad luck,” I also have the following superstitions courtesy of Dixie.

• No one can step over me. If I am lying on the floor and someone does, they have to step back over me to “undo” it. No one in my presence is allowed to step over someone either.

• I have to touch a button every time I see a hearse. Hopefully, I have one on my outfit, but if not, a dashboard button will do.

• I cannot walk with one shoe on and one shoe off. Every step is additional bad luck. That adds up fast, people.

• I cannot wash clothes on New Year’s Day. This one is serious. Dixie calls me two days before and tells me to make sure we have clean underwear and towels. One year, just to mess with her, I told her I forgot and washed a load of whites. She nearly had a heart attack.

• I have to touch the outside of the plane before flying. (This one is not Dixie’s doing… I came up with this doozie myself.) I also make my kids touch the exterior while boarding. I’m sure people think we are nuts. Guess what? We are.

I am an extremely sound sleeper. I can sleep through anything. Alarm? Check. Tornado Siren and severe weather? Check. Babies Crying? Check and check. I am also quite fond of sleep and do not like to be awakened in the mornings. I set multiple alarms, but I still don’t wake up. They go off forever (according to SK), and then I hit snooze and we repeat 10 minutes later. My sweet roommate in college (Hi, Beth, I miss you!) can attest to this craziness. I finally wake up when SK brings me coffee and threatens to dump cold water on me. Poor guy did not know what he was signing up for when we got married.

I sing in the car. I know what you are thinking… that isn’t strange, Wowie. No? I have karaoke tracks on my iPod and basically perform a mini concert between my house and my office. There is choreography. There may be a pretend microphone. There are definitely some confused motorists.

I am not on Facebook. I have a blog, am on Instagram and Pinterest and make an occasional observation on Twitter. But, I am anti-Facebook. I don’t think this is strange but everyone else on the face of the Earth does, so it made the list.

This by no means is a complete list, but I don’t want to give away all my secrets. You get the picture.