1. I have a cast iron stomach and will eat pretty much anything.
There are a few exceptions. A few years ago I developed an intolerance to squid. It took me 3 tries to figure out what all the stabbing pain and dry heaves was about. The texture of sea cucumber does make me gag, and duck feet are just a waste of time. I will eat creamed corn, if necessary, but think it is stupid.
2. If I was a boy, I would have been named Bruce.
3. I love lakes and trees and don't like mountains.
So naturally I live in a city which is a one hour drive from the Rockie Mountains, in a province which has virtually no lakes. Mountains make me feel uncomfortable and slightly claustrophobic. As a prairie girl, I need to be able to see my dog running away for three days.
4. My stripper name would be Smoky Buckingham.
Actually that's not completely correct. The first name (my first pet) is fine, but the last name (the first street on which I lived) is actually the first street on which I remember living. Until I was 2, we lived in Germany and nobody can seem to remember the name of the street. But judging from some of my relatives' addresses, it would likely make my stripper name Smoky Himmelreichstrasse or something. And that's just scary. A little too Ilsa She Wolf of the SS.
5. I can't print a lowercase k.
It always comes out looking like a capital K.
6. I don't like perfume or any artifical smells, really.
I once almost accidentally killed myself by spraying that Fabreze stuff on a pillow. As soon as I put my head on it, my lungs started filling with fluids and I had to spend the night sitting upright in order to be able to breathe. Since then it's been a return to my senses and my long-held belief that one should just open a damn window already.
7. I can't read music.
The teachers tried valiantly to teach me all through elementary and junior high school, but it just didn't take.
8. I hate clutter, but can tolerate a filthy floor.
If the clutter is at eye level, it makes me crazy. Floors I can ignore. Ideally I would live a minimalist life, but that's not about to happen anytime soon, living with a couple of packrats as I do.
9. I'm secretly looking forward to turning 50 next fall.
50 year old women wear purple bikinis and rock the Bowflex. Women in their 40s are tired, overworked, and invisible. There's nothing very sexy about that. I've been in my 40s almost long enough now. 50 is going to be awesome.
Consider yourself tagged!
I sure would love to hear some quirky shit about you.