Mandy at Just A Girl tagged me for a middle name meme. Just the mention of my middle name floods my mind with a couple memories that I’d rather forget. But here are the rules shmules.

Post the rules. (Why?) Write a post using each letter of your middle name describing something relevant to your life. Tag the same amount of people as you have letters in your name. Or something like that.

L is for Lou, as in Carrie Lou, the name my second grade teacher asked my mother if that was ok to call me since there was already one Carrie in my class. The whole time I was there, one semester, I got to listen to second grade children slur my name all over the playground,”Hey, Carrie Looooouuuuu!” Like I was some character on Hee Haw come to visit their school for a time.

I moved at the end of the year, but ended up returning to that very same school in the 7th grade. And guess what? They remembered me. And my middle name.

O is for Obviously Odd. Maybe that’s no surprise to you. But I have always felt a little odd. Being 6 ft tall tends to do that. Or maybe that I laugh at really inappropriate times. Or maybe that sometimes I think in a British accent. Or maybe that I think about my hair color way too much. Either way you slice it, I’m odd. But oddly, I’ve finally accepted this about myself and can find peace.

U is for Ubiquitous. At this time in my life, I feel like everyone I live with expects me to be everywhere at once. I guess having five arms isn’t enough for them. They expect omnipresence and nothing less. Well hey! I’m not ubiquitous and the very thought of multitasking makes me yell strange things and want to hide under the covers with a big plate of nachos.

I is for Isolation. I have a very bad isolation tendencies. I could hole up in my house for a very long time and never talk to anyone. So friendly, right? I have to force myself to go out with even my very good friends, and when I do, I’m so glad and I beat myself up for ever doubting that I should go. I’ve over analyzed this hermit trait of mine, and have yet to come up with any deep seated childhood issues to blame it on.

S is for Soap Scum. My Man uses bar soap. With a vengeance. He’s a bar soap fiend. Mostly because he has that OCD thing that forces him to clean himself in excess. Therefore we have soap scum issues in our shower and I’m losing the battle daily.

E is for Eccentric. I deem being eccentric as one of my very best character traits. If you were to meet me in person, you would likely have no clue that I enjoy many of the odd things that I do, and would walk away saying, “Now there’s a nice gal if I ever met one. Tall, but nice.” And it doesn’t stop with me. Every one of my gremlins hold some promise  with the eccentricity factor, except The Cuteness, but he’s a young one. And so does My Man. However would he get along with me otherwise? Nothing makes me more proud as a mother than when Jackelope says something like, “I think eating eyeballs would be delectable.” My, how my heart swells.

Now I have to tag 6 people. I hate this part. Because say someone just wants to write about the proper way to clip fingernails or all the benefits of using SOS pads on non-stick cooking ware, but they love you to pieces and don’t want to hurt your feelings by not doing the tag? If I tag you and you’d rather write about the odd shape of your knee bones, you won’t hurt my feelings at all!

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