I Was Threatened if I Didn't Participate

I have been tagged...I'll get you back.

List 6 facts/habits/traits about yourself. At the end of the post, tag 6 people and post their names and then go to their blog and leave them a comment. Let them know that they have been tagged and ask them to read your blog for the rules!

Speaking as me, Erin, I will try to think of things that you may not know:

1. I have quite a few (embarrassing) quirks. One that I will admit to the world is that I am obsessed with how things smell, pregnancy doesn't help my condition, and if it doesn't smell good to me, and I can't clean it to pass the smell test, it's gone. "It" can be anything...ANYTHING. Poor Joe can vouch for me, I make him smell the milk (one of which I am always suspicious) on a regular basis.
2. Keeping my eyebrows manicured is the one pamper I keep up with. I may not have shaved for a week, my nails will be scraggly, and I might on occasion venture into public wearing clothes that make me look like "that mom" I vowed I wouldn't become--but by golly, I will have eyebrows that look good!
3. I sing in front of the mirror (I don't think Joe has caught me doing this one yet) :).
4. I am terrible at names. Let me clarify: ADULT names. Kids' names I can remember just fine. To complicate it, I do however, have a photographic memory for teeth. Not a very helpful skill.
5. I felt more like an adult when I was 12 and used to ride my bike to the grocery store with my best friend enjoying our freedom--or when we would pretend and play like we were adults with responsibilities, than I do now. Even though I am a mom of (nearly) 2, who can actually drive to the store with keys that really open things. I wonder why that is...
6. I have come to a revelation recently: I look at others I know, and I am in awe of these amazing talents they have. Now, if I were honest (and not humble), I would admit that there are few things that I have attempted to do that when I really tried, I failed. I consider myself a "Jack of all trades, master of nothing." Enter my revelation: I do have talents that I excel at. It is sad that what I am good at is seen not as a talent by the world, but as shackles. Why is it "being a great housewife" or "understands how to relate to children," "a real natural at running a house," can't be talents that we are proud of just as much as "artist" or "musician?"