Am I the only one who......?

Ea we have a Xander.

Unless you're in Span. In which case H

I offered Xavier for the X! And I know how to pronounce it - We had a St. Xavier's Boys' Grammar School.

Absent, too much last evening.

We have a recent addition to my husbands family named Zander.

MiceElf maybe because it doesn't begin with a Z?

How could I have missed that one? Shame on me.

I favour the knives, forks, spoons, teaspoons line up

I have a grand-daughter called Zara. Xavier - good Catholic name!

Zechariah Zoroaster Zorba
Zoë Zenobia Zipporah

Just to keep puss contented.

shysal I have just this minute posted a thread very much like yours, on Good Morning Saturday post.

soop, I do the letters of the alphabet thing for various other categories too, like countries, towns and singers. I use it to help me get to sleep on the occasions when I can't shut down my brain. I rarely get to Z.
I use a pedometer to record the number of steps when walking, but often count in my head too and see if they match.
Greatnan, I stayed last night at DDs looking after the GCs, and found her cutlery drawer in the same order as mine and yours - knives, forks, spoons. It surprised me as I thought I was illogical not storing them as a table would be laid. I think my system dates back to a previous drawer where the first slot was longer.

The vast majority of you would fly out of my house within the first 5 minutes of arrival as I am not at all organised, never had OCD, although a little would be helpful as I am so laid back. I am glad that I will not be around when the time comes to sort out my house and contents, although I will be able to enjoy watching it from above.

My mother was the opposite. Whenever I stayed a few days, I had to make sure that I did not leave any clothes etc by accident when I left as they would not be there when I returned in a few weeks or months.

Like it, Greatnan

Off to restart a portrait of Lucy, a pretty cat. What's the betting I shall have names on the brain, as I paint.
...or songs beginning with A -Z...or animals...or fruit/veg/flowers/trees/birds/towns/famous people/films
Yep, I confess that I'm very peculiar [but harmless with it.]

There is a Zebediah in the Old Testament.
I don't have a genetic excuse - except that my mother was so disorganised that I might have just embraced tidiness as a reaction
My poor father was quite neat, and when he died we finally opened his private drawer, expecting some money. In it, were his fountain pen, nail scissors and comb - all things that our mother would have mislaid if he had lent them to her. No money though.

Oh, anno that's super. You are clever.

I do the counting stitches too when I am knitting - at times I am not aware I am doing it till something happens.
I think baubles may well be right about the genetic thing - I am sure the need to have things matching comes from my mother. She often cooked carrots with our meals to have a 'nice bit of balanced colour on the plates'. - I find myself doing that too!!

Short for Zebedee, soop? As in the Magic Roundabout?

Zengran...when on a long walk, I start counting the steps until I reach my destination. If it's a hilly walk, I make a point of looking well ahead and giving myself a bronze medal when I reach said point...a silver at the next post...a gold at the furthest point...and, should I manage beyond that, I get a rainbow coloured ribbon bearing a wee diamond. I also have a "thing" about going through the letters of the alphabet, and in record time, coming up with a male and female name. I always have to end with Zena and Zeb [don't know whether or not there is such a name for a male. Daft as a brush, me

I think children invent rituals to give themselves some sort of stability and security, even when they come from a stable and secure family. A friend's daughter, for example, used to chant "This is the end of it" 100 times every night before settling down to sleep. If someone interrupted and and she lost count – with three older brothers this probably happened a lot – she started all over again. I doubt if she does it now that she's grown up but I can see that a major event or huge change in childhood could well leave the hangover of this sort of ritual.

I was worse when I was younger, when out walking had to read car number plates forward then backwards and kept repeating to self. I would also count steps taken to anywhere. There was a lot going on in my young life and I suppose, as someone has said previously, it was a way of coping or gaining control.
I still have little foibles. The worst is counting the stitches in EVERY row whilst I am knitting. I try not to, but find I am still doing it subconsciously, even when watching TV at the same time! And I do a LOT of knitting!

I hate other people doing any washing up in my kitchen an not using 'my system'.

Nelliemoser It's not posh; it just avoids getting toast and bread crumbs in the butter. However to have a favourite butter knife suggests that baubles has more than one. Now that is posh.