Five Weird Things About Me

My friend, Rissa, has challenged me to put up Five Weird things about me. Be sure to read her blog, too.

This task was a little hard for me to do because most of my quirks are normal in California. Having said that, I have dug very deeply to ferret out five things.

1. I love wild hair colors. When I'm totally gray I hope to be brave enough to use them, and not just on Halloween.

2. There is only one thing I am superstitious about and that is that I must, absolutely without fail, shampoo my hair twice when I wash it. The reason is this. When I was a newlywed, I read in a National Geographic, or some darn place, that a group of Greek fishermen's wives superstitiously shampooed their hair twice, whenever they washed it, because if they failed to do this their husbands would die.

3. I believe that plants talk; not just trees talk but all plants have a language. Of course it goes without saying that I also believe animals talk,too. The weird part is that sometimes I can hear them.

4. I cry when anything I don't want to die, does, even little butterflies. I just can't help it, out come the tears. Being a knitter, tiny moths which might be harmful to my stash are never cried over. I just kill them as fast as I can get my hands on them. They don't get the "kleenex escort" out to the great outdoors to a new life and freedom. For this reason, I know I've got a killer's instinct. I also think I've been killing innocent ones who have nothing to do with wool, since reading a forum on moths in the KR. (See Button for link and then search "moths". You will see that I've been killing the innocent flour moths around here.)

5.I have a phobia about people peeking in the Bounder windows at night. I scotch tape the blind down to the door. This annoys my DH's no end, as he has to take the dog out for all midnight peedles, and the blind is in the way. I am not this way at home. Well, I'm not too much like that. I don't really care if the neighbors in back can see in. This phobia has arisen because when I was five years old we lived in a divided house. It was right after WWII and we shared our house and a single bathroom with another family. One day, when I was taking a bath, I saw some shadows. It was the neighbor boy and a couple of friends. He started laughing and telling me everything I was doing in the tub. He'd been at it for months. My Dad threatened him with his life, and his family shortly moved out. We took back the house.

Gee, I'm thinking of who to tag. I was away for almost a month so I'm sure the "Weird MEME" has passed into every blog in the KR. Anyone else wants to go for it, please do so, and I hope to read all about it on your blog.

Just remember, weird is not crazy. The President isn't weird. He is crazy. That's what makes him so dangerous to all living things. He thinks he's normal and blessed, but we are wise to him now.