So I thought to myself, “Self, you already blog about every damn thing that happens in your life, what’s left to tell?”
Hrms… let’s see…
Eleven things about me you may or may not care about:
ONE I hoard pine scented candles (love the scent…mmmmmmm). OK, maybe “hoard” is too strong of a word. I stock up on pine scented candles at Christmas time because that is the only time I can find them. And my daughter Chris helps feed the stockpile (thankies honey!).
TWO I don’t shave my legs in the winter. I’m a small-ish person and I need all the insulation I can get during the cold months. Don’t judge.
THREE When I’m home, I spend most of the time in the bedroom. That’s where my computer is, and Rick set up a large screen TV so I’m all set!
(Still with me?)
FOUR I hate when things are disorganized. If something is out of place or slightly askew, it drives me nuts and I have to fix it immediately. (This might fall under the “OCD” problem that you already know about.)
FIVE I love feathers. I’ll pick them up whenever I see them and hang them in the Dreamcatchers around the house. Double points of love if someone gives me one.
SIX I must be on time for everything. If I’m even a minute late, my whole world is thrown out of whack and I get all weird. It’s all my Dad’s fault. He was never on time for anything when I was growing up, and he’ll be late for his own funeral (he’s even admitted that one).
SEVEN I can read people’s eyes. I can tell their mood, if they are not feeling well or if they are lying just by looking at their eyes. Yes, I’m a freak.
(Hello? Anybody there?)
EIGHT I played the flute in band when I was younger. It still sits on the shelf in my closet. I think it’s considered an antique now.
NINE I do not have a Pinterest account. I don’t know what I would do if I had one. If someone wants to “invite” me and gush about all the neato things to do with it, I’d give it a shot. Maybe.
TEN Unlike 137 percent of the world, I am not addicted to Twitter. It’s fun to look at and occasionally post to (if I have something brilliant to say, which I normally don’t), but I can easily go without it for a day and not go through withdrawals.
ELEVEN I am not an outgoing person. I would rather stay in the safe confines of my homestead and do nothing but soak in the nature around me than to be a social butterfly. That way nobody witnesses what a total moron I really am.
You still here? WOW!
Well, I really had to navigate through some burnt out brain cells to come up with this stuff, but it’s all true. Now you know more about me than I cared to ever reveal to anyone but the cats, so feel free to consider yourselves either a) fortunate or b) slightly nauseous.
Either way, you’re heros in my eyes and I hope that you still like me despite what you just read.
If not, well then you now have more than enough material for your next therapy session.