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I’m no party pooper: Random facts
A little game is going around the Internet where people are “tagged” and then they are asked to join in and write six random things about themselves on their blogs and then “tag” six other people who’ll write six random facts on their blogs, and so on. I’d watched from the sidelines for a few days and read the tagged responses, thoroughly entertained.
I’m one of those people who’ll take a personality quiz in a magazine, so when Andrea Charroin tagged me, I was in. (Bruce, on the other hand, commented across the room when I said I’d been tagged, “For Pete’s sake, it’s just a chain letter! I’d never do it.”
Good thing I’m not Bruce.
So here goes. Six random things about me:
1. I’ve expanded my rock collections to include pear-shaped rocks, not just hearts.
2. Sometimes my dreams come true. Most recently was a dream of a fuzzy cupcake, with a cherry on top. The next day friend Shannon gave me a knitted cupcake (hence, the fuzzy) with a cherry on top.
3. When I’m dozing off and entering the twilight zone, I can pick up where I left off on the previous night’s dream. (Last dream fact.)
4. I have an extreme aversion to touching raw cotton. I can’t handle flannel sheets, or the thought of those cheap, pilly cotton blankets touching my skin, or God forbid, snagging a hangnail. Seeing a cotton ball pulled apart is a million times worse than fingernails scratching a blackboard, and I have to use tweezers to extract cotton from pill bottles. My dentist can’t put cotton in my mouth, so he uses wooden sticks, instead. It’s not just me. My sisters and I share this cotton-hating weirdness, and so do our kids.
5. In 9th grade, for “Nova Wants to Know Day” students could choose almost any occupation to visit for a field trip. I chose a mortuary. Rudy Balma, then owner of the Redding Cemetery (think that’s what it was called then), led the tour. I was completely fascinated by everything, It helped demystify death for me (a little). We drank Orange Crush for refreshments.
6. The one and only thing in our newly constructed house that I took responsibility for doing was a tile “rug” in the entryway. But I’m so paralyzed by the permanency of tile and my artistic insecurities that I’ve done nothing. A real rug covers the bare spot that waits for me to do something there. Come November we’ll have been in the house three years.
Tag, you’re it:
Barbara R.
Steve B.
Celeste W.
Rocky S.
Kelly
Jill
(If Bruce had a blog I’d tag him.)
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… you have a collection of heart-shaped (and now pear-shaped) rocks? Who knew?
OK.
1. One of my eyes is slightly crossed. I can’t remember which one it is right now, and I suppose since I’ve lasted nearly 52 years with it this way that it isn’t life-threatening.
2. I can’t whistle. This was quite a disadvantage in elementary school, where you had to be able to whistle on the playground or in music class. As an adult, the only times you need to whistle are if you have a dog or you’re trying to hail a cab. I have cats so the only sound they respond to is a Friskies can popping open; whistling doesn’t impress them. As for cabs, leaping out into the street waving your arms will attract the attention of every driver on the road, some of whom are bound to be cab drivers. (This only works in New York City or other cab-infested cities. Redding, not so much.)
3. I own the base of a Nazi bombshell. My father brought it back after WWII and used it as an ashtray. I find it makes quite the conversation piece if I use if as a paperweight for cocktail napkins at a party.
4. I was once hired for a job because I was the only applicant who knew how to turn on the electric typewriter.
5. I have a fear of looking down from heights - looking down over Shasta Dam makes me throw myself to the ground and clutch the earth. This can be hard to explain when you’re with a group of people who don’t know you well; after witnessing this they’d prefer to keep it that way.
6. I still have the first LP I ever bought: A Hard Day’s Night, purchased in 1965 for $2.99 at the Farmer’s Market on South Market Street where the Salvation Army building now stands. Last year in Florence, Italy, I found the same album going for 400 Euros (about $600). My copy may be used to fund a vacation at some point in the future .
If I weren’t so afraid Thom G would come back from Idaohio or wherever, and punch me in the nose, I wouldn’t have went along. Let me publicly apologize to those I “tagged.” Erin, unfortunately you won the Address Book Shuffle…it’s like the lottery only a lot worse. I owe you one.
You can make it up to me, Philbert.
When you win the upcoming election, I want my own private parking space - in the shade — at City Hall. So get to work on that, would ya?
I actually love reading these things, because we learn fun little factoids about our friends. Raw cotton, huh? Haven’t ever heard that one before. I remember bringing you a heart shaped rock back from Cabo San Lucas, but I’ve never found a pear shaped one for you. I’m all over it!
well, you didn’t tag me, Doni, but I will answer anyway. Who cares? I have no flaws. Do you believe that? Anyway, whoever is next may have some.
Yaaay for thecupcakes!