I'm embarrassed to admit...

... that I've gotten hooked on new age music (mostly by Enya) because that's what's usually playing during my massages and other treatments procedures at the spa back clinic.

... that if I hear one opinion from an American and another from a Brit (especially one with an 'upper crust'/ public school accent), I will almost always unconsciously give more weight to the Brit's point of view.

... that I would rather wear my favorite shirts and pants to tattered rags than actually go shopping for new stuff.

... that when dining out with friends and the check arrives, I find it almost impossible to figure out my share, so I usually wait quietly for someone to tell me how much to pay.

... that I keep a bottle or two of Single Malt Scotch in the house exclusively for other people.  I really can't stand the stuff (Bourbon is another story, though).

... that I love the idea of cigars (especially the mystique and paraphernalia), but I hate the smell and have never been even remotely tempted to smoke one.

... that I have often considered keeping a pouch of good pipe tobacco around just for the sake of the aroma (if there is one smell from my childhood that I miss the most it would have to be my father's pipe... but I would never consider smoking one of those either).

... that I unconsciously consider an opinion expressed by someone holding a pipe to be instantly more compelling than anything expressed by someone without one (although anyone under the age of 50 who smokes a pipe just ends up looking like a hopeless poseur!).

... that already in 4th and 5th grade respectively, my older children have far surpassed me in their organized study of Jewish texts.

... that I find it almost impossible to take anyone seriously who has poor personal hygiene.  This means that someone could demonstrate cold fusion right before my eyes, but if they had greasy hair, bad breath or yellow teeth, I would strongly question their results.

... that I'm a gadgetaholic.  If I see some new gadget in popular science or in some electronic or camping catalog... I will jones for that gadget the way a junkie will hurt for a fix.

... that a television, even one with nothing but blue light or a test pattern on the screen, has a hypnotic effect on me... to the point that my other senses (especially hearing) stop working.

... that when people are speaking in Hebrew I understand almost every word.  But the moment numbers enter the conversation a steel shutter crashes down in my head and I am powerless to make sense of what follows.

... that after nearly two years of really, really trying I still don't have even a rough mental sense of the length, weight or volume of any of the metric measurements.

... that when I have to look something up alphabetically, I still sing 'the ABC song' in my head.  I also do this in Hebrew (Thanks to the Israeli version of Sesame Street - Rechov Sumsum).

... that when I witness an adult scolding a child in a public place, I almost always mentally side with the child.

... that if I ever witness someone leaving a bathroom without washing their hands, I will mentally place a permanent black mark on them (to the point that years later I may not even remember their name... but I will remember that they didn't wash their hands after peeing).

... that if you tell me your telephone number and use the wrong cadence (e.g. instead of 555-5555 you give it to me as 55-55-555) I cannot possibly remember it or even succeed in writing it down (think I'm nuts... try it with your own number!).

... that my older sister switched from one brand of women's anti-perspirant/deodorant to another, based solely on my recommendation.

I'm sure I could easily come up with many more examples of personal pettiness/failings if I were to think about this for any length of time... but this has been humbling enough for one morning.

Feel free to share your own.