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"https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>The pot rack in the kitchen, that apparently only I can reach. We do also have a step stool one foot away.</figcaption></figure><p id="e4f7">3. Oh, and while the pots are waiting for me to hang them up, you better not walk too quickly by the stove or other counters. Someone thinks this might be a fun game to place them on the edge with the handles sticking out over the same edge, so that if someone gets too close — — BAM! Down the pot will go. Clearly I’m the only one who has ever had children and knows that pot handles point towards the back, where children can’t reach them and boiling hot liquids can fall on them. It’s one of those weird quirky habits that you never think about until you are a parent. Obviously.</p><figure id="c2d5"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="b888"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Handles just waiting for someone to walk by and bump into them. WHY? Just WHY?</figcaption></figure><p id="59d4">4. Now this week, I’m feeling pretty quirky, or maybe just twitchy, about that goon who didn’t look over his shoulder as he was stuck in a traffic jam in the left lane waiting for an off ramp over there on his side. And as I was passing him politely and in a less busy lane on the right, he decided to change lanes suddenly, slamming right into my rear passenger door, with the force of a WWF wrestler, and the matching sound to go along with it, and caused some unsightly and functional damage to my door. AND he didn’t stop either.</p><p id="1cb8">I’ll say it again. Thank goodness I meditate. Yes <a href="undefined">Tapan Avasthi</a> I promise I will write about that soon.</p><p id="f441">5. Playing never ending tag and answering silly questions,

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ugh. Why couldn’t we just stick with poetry Odes to funny food ingredients?</p><p id="62b0">My first quirky piece was here.</p><div id="c1be" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/ive-got-quirks-9e7f72d2c10e"> <div> <div> <h2>I’ve Got Quirks</h2> <div><h3>A Tea Party Response</h3></div> <div><p></p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*[email protected])"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="7d49">And quickly was followed by a second.</p><div id="c75b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/quirks-2-421027af9b1d"> <div> <div> <h2>Quirks 2</h2> <div><h3>The Sequel</h3></div> <div><p></p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*gLYbG3B3Y88yknr6VRNcAA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="780a">I’m not even going to put my credentials at the bottom of this piece. I’m just too embarrassed to admit it’s me.</p><p id="96c4">Hey, we’re looking for ART! Have you seen him?</p><div id="42f5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/muddyum-mascot-contest-100-top-prize-7c54832ae73b"> <div> <div> <h2>MuddyUm Mascot Contest $100 Top Prize</h2> <div><h3>WANTED!</h3></div> <div><p></p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*PaHgFoAyh0qi32iQviV9sQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A OCD24 Ranticle

Quirks Redux

The Never Ending Story

Robin Klammer over at our sister city publication, This Ain’t Yo’ Mama’s Tea Party Y’All, brought out another, so I figured, why not, I’ve got plenty enough quirks to go around.

Quirks “R” Us!

Second Edition.

That person who insists on driving in the left lane. When everyone on the road knows that they belong in the right lane. So everyone passes them on the right. But they don’t seem to notice. Why is that? And why am I always the car that gets stuck behind them?
The pots. Have a home. But somehow, I am the only friggin’ person in the house who has the ability to lift my arms above my head to hang them up. I am officially the oldest person living in the house. I guess I should be grateful I have more flexibility than the younger ones. This doesn’t bode well for their old age.

The pot rack in the kitchen, that apparently only I can reach. We do also have a step stool one foot away.

3. Oh, and while the pots are waiting for me to hang them up, you better not walk too quickly by the stove or other counters. Someone thinks this might be a fun game to place them on the edge with the handles sticking out over the same edge, so that if someone gets too close — — BAM! Down the pot will go. Clearly I’m the only one who has ever had children and knows that pot handles point towards the back, where children can’t reach them and boiling hot liquids can fall on them. It’s one of those weird quirky habits that you never think about until you are a parent. Obviously.

Handles just waiting for someone to walk by and bump into them. WHY? Just WHY?

4. Now this week, I’m feeling pretty quirky, or maybe just twitchy, about that goon who didn’t look over his shoulder as he was stuck in a traffic jam in the left lane waiting for an off ramp over there on his side. And as I was passing him politely and in a less busy lane on the right, he decided to change lanes suddenly, slamming right into my rear passenger door, with the force of a WWF wrestler, and the matching sound to go along with it, and caused some unsightly and functional damage to my door. AND he didn’t stop either.

I’ll say it again. Thank goodness I meditate. Yes Tapan Avasthi I promise I will write about that soon.

5. Playing never ending tag and answering silly questions, ugh. Why couldn’t we just stick with poetry Odes to funny food ingredients?

My first quirky piece was here.

I’ve Got Quirks

A Tea Party Response

And quickly was followed by a second.

Quirks 2

The Sequel

I’m not even going to put my credentials at the bottom of this piece. I’m just too embarrassed to admit it’s me.

Hey, we’re looking for ART! Have you seen him?