There are four members of our immediate family. We were all born in even years, on even days. We all have five letters in our first names. That's an odd number, but at least we all have the same, and four of us with five-letter names makes 20 letters. See? It works out great.
I never really paid much attention to odd/even numbers myself. I've paid a little more attention to them since my kids told me about their preferences. Since they told me, I usually leave my TV volume on an even number, in their honor, I guess you could say.
All of this is just leading up to my original thought for today: we are soon to lose our even-numbered year and move into an odd one. Here is where my number preferences start to show: I don't like writing the numbers one and eleven, in digits. I often don't get them as straight as I want them, and the two digits in eleven usually are not parallel. Sometimes I try to make them straight, but they still slant the wrong way. That bugs me! If I'm asked on a form, how many "whatevers" do you have, and the answer is one, I'll write the answer "one" instead of writing the digit 1. That digit, 1, all by itself, looks too lonely and too easy to misinterpret. I'm already thinking how happy I'll be when we change from 2011 to 2012.
Maybe my kids come by their number fixations honestly. Who knew? I know I have some other weird secrets about myself, but I didn't think it had much to do with numbers.
Did you know that I secretly count things? And now that I think about it, counting is related to numbers! I count objects in clusters, and I count body parts on people. Weird!! Maybe I'll explain that one in a future post.
What do you think? Do we all (in my family) have OCD? If so, I hope it's an even number of us who do.
