Oh, Man. The Things You Read.~


FaceBook is an interesting place. You can keep up with the news , and learn more about people than you ever wanted to know. There’s a game going on FaceBook right now where someone gives you a random number, and you give them that many facts about yourself that they might not now. I read a lot of them and got to thinking to myself , “I don’t know if I know 8 or 10 facts about myself that NOBODY knows. So I decided to see if I could come up with some. It took me a while , but I finally did, so here goes.

1. I learned to read when I was 3 years old.
2. I don’t like artificially colored green foods, something about that is just weird.
3. Before I had children , I read 20 books a week.
4. I still remember my boyfriend’s /friend’s birthdays from 20 years ago ( even though it makes me look like a stalker)
5. I’ve had the same two best friends my entire life.
6. I’m totally obsessed with Vincent D’Onofrio’s character Robert Goren from Law and Order CI.
7. I don’t have any tattoos, but want to get a lupus one.
8. I have an insanely sensitive sense of smell. I can smell a bad odor from a mile away , even when no one else can.
9. I always give money to panhandlers.
10. When I was little, I thought I would grow up to be one of three things, an astronaut, a paleontologist, or a missionary in a foreign country.

So there you go ten fun/weird/random facts about my life.

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My Obsessions~


We all have obsessions. People will try to tell you that they don't . Oh, no, I don't have any naughty obsessions. They watch those hoarding shows , and think to themselves, "Well, I am NOT like that." , and somewhere in the secret corners of their minds they have something they are hoarding up. Maybe it's not butter container lids, or knick knacks from the dollar store. But we all have something. With me it's books. I love them. The smell. The feel. The paper. The covers. Stacks of them. Piles of them. On the sofa, under the bed. In the bathroom, in the kitchen. In the car, in my purses. I have them everywhere. I buy them at the thrift store, the big box store, garage sales, people give them to me, like old friends long lost , they come to me with their old scuffed shoes , and I welcome them home. I never have to feel alone when I am with them. I've met the most troubled, intelligent, quirky, dark, and fun people there. I've been next door, and to the other side of the farthest , farthest galaxy, just by turning the page. And really , what better obsession is there , than that?

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