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Old Blog Posts – About Me

This is a myspace blog post from October 1, 2006.  I had been married 6 months, and my husband did (and still does) emotionally support my blogging habit.  These things are all still true.  Nice to know I have a certain consistency of character.

My cousin Melissa tagged me about this some time ago, so I’m going to do it.  You have to list 6 things that nobody (or hardly anybody) knows about you, and then tag six other people to do the same.  Some of you that I plan to tag have done this exercise before, so you have to come up with six more things.  I don’t really care if they’re true or not, as long as they are amusing, as I’m not as funny as the rest of you people.

1.  I’m terrified of disease and am constantly worried that I’m going to catch one.  When I watch medical TV shows I have a fleeting second where I’m scared that will happen to me.

2.  My whole life, and I mean every second, has a soundtrack.  It’s somewhere in my psyche at all times.  Usually, you can ask me what’s playing, and I’ll tell you.  Often, the answer will be the same.

3.  I believe in ghosts.  I believe in life on other planets, but I doubt their inhabitants have any interest in us.  I believe in fate, and I believe in coincidence.  I believe in first impressions, second chances, and the third degree when it will get me the answers I want.

4.  I have an odd relationship with words.

5.  Sometimes I’m afraid it’s too late to become who I was supposed to be.

6.  Most of the time, I feel pretty misunderstood.  I try not to show it,  because, nobody likes a…person who feels like they are misunderstood.

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Long Time Procrastonator, First Time (This Week) Blogger

Today Mom and I swung by an estate sale in our neighborhood. Estate sales are traditionally very sad for me, and this one was no different. I mean, you’re walking around in someone’s house literally sifting through their stuff because they’re either too old and infirm or too dead to do anything about it, and their ungrateful ingrate children don’t want to take the time out of their busy schedules to lovingly pack up their parents’ belongings and find a proper home for it.

Well, I made sure I was the proper home for a few items. The cool thing is that I will always remember that I bought these things at an estate sale on Donora, from an estate of a person that I know nothing about, save that she was a grandma and one time she was sick because she owned a get well puppy vase.

This is one of those situations where I realize I should always, always, always carry my camera with me, because I would have taken a picture of the get well puppy vase so you could see it. AND I would have taken a picture of the heavy as lead IBM electric typewriter that is TOTALLY haunted and spooky, and that I’ve since emailed the estate dismantling company to see if I can still obtain it. I borrowed a picture from the IBM website to show you.

Honking, ain’t it? I’m fairly certain the one in the estate garage is from the late 1930’s, and it will probably give me nightmares and suck the basement into a hell dimension, but mayhap I can get someone to perform an exorcism on it so I can keep it. It’s funky. And electric!

I did pick up a little Smith Corona electric guy. He doesn’t smell good like my Remingtons, Underwoods, and my Royals, but it’s cute. Check it out.

I also got two bud vases, a lovely and delicate china teacup, and a glass serving dish with a metal handle thingy that it sits in. See below.

I really hope I can get my hands on that IBM machine. It was creepy and kinda sticky and it vibrated a little when I touched it, but now I want it really, really bad. Maybe that’s a bad thing, and you shouldn’t root that I get it. 🙂