Reading the blogs of some of my friends and some of the ones that don’t yet know I’m their friend, I see that many blogs have a page with “100 Things.”
I think that is a cool idea. I’m going to give it a start as a post, so I can do a few here and there. when I get to 100, I will consolidate them into their own page.
So here we go:
1. I was born in Washington DC. My parents lived in Virginia, but there were no hospitals in Virginia. The hospital in DCÂ is still there.
2. I love animals. We weren’t allowed to have pets in the house when we were growing up, so I have overcompensated for that by having lots of pets now.
3. Although I live in Tennessee now I can’t stand the Titans. When they let my favorite players go and starting picking up thugs and punks like Pacman Jones, I gave up supporting that disgrace to our state.
4. My favorite fragrance was a gift from one of my son’s girlfriends at Christmas many years ago. I had never tried it before, but once I put it on I fell in love with it. That first bottle is long gone, but I know where to find it locally.
5. I hate housework. I especially hate cleaning up after other people. I like a clean house and don’t see why other people can’t pick up after themselves and help clean when they see something needs cleaning. Expecting me to do it makes me angry, and having to do it really ticks me off.
6. I don’t like bumper stickers on cars. I think it looks trashy and I really don’t care who you voted for or what your feelings are on cell phone use, gun control, what animals species you want to “save,” what music you listen to, etc.
7. I learned to drive in a SAAB, with a clutch and three gear stick shift on the wheel. My stepfather taught me how to drive, bless his heart.
8. My first car was not a car – it was a Honda 100 motorcycle. It was one of the first ones ever sold in America. I ordered it from Japan and had to drive to the Norfolk, VAÂ shipyards to meet the ship it came in on and pick it up.
9. My first husband wrecked my motorcycle. He was an idiot. Still is.
10. The very first movie I remember watching in a movie theater had something to do with a headless horseman. I think I was only 6 or 7 years old. It the scared the crap out of me. I can still close my eyes and see that damn horse on a hilltop rearing up with the headless horseman riding it.