Jlogged

Jaime tagged me, so you all get to her seven more weird things about me…lucky you:

~ These things will make me hurl on site a.) the smell of a sweaty hand that has been holding coins, b.) the smell of a cast iron skillet with crusted on scrambled eggs soaking in cold dishwater c.) nursing home smells.  I can however deal remarkably well with the site of blood, guts, etc…

~I laugh uncontrollably when people fall.  Doesn’t matter if it’s your grandmother, a two year old, the president, my waiter…I laugh.  I’m unstoppable.

~I have the major hots for Allan Rickman:

~I was a total nomad before I met my husband. I lived in TN, and CO before I saved up all year to buy a plane ticket to Europe (at age 19,) sold everything, and lived across the pond for several months bumming around different countries before doing volunteer work in France helping rebuild a 16th century village in the alps. These were some of my most cherished memories and spiritual moments.

~I met my husband in Chemistry class. I had a boyfriend at the time, but walking with Aaron down the hall to class every afternoon was the highlight of my day. He says it was the highlight of his too.

~I have a birthmark that is in the perfect shape of a spade

~If I’m walking with someone and we each walk on the opposite side of something…like a lamp post, pillar, or stair railing I aways say “bread and butter” under my breath, and I always hold my breath when I pass by a cemetery. I can’t remember ever not doing these silly superstitious things. I have no idea where I picked them up, although my great grandfather would tell us that “if you sing at the dinner table your children will be born naked.” That really had an impact on my eight year old self. And he was right…my kids were born naked (or “nekid” as my country boy great grandpa would say.)

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