Thought I’d provide some new admissions.
- I’m a magnet for those with cognitive disabilities. I must look harmless. A little kindness never hurts. That’s my approach to this.
- I have an addiction to birds. My own in particular. My flock family gives me great joy and rescuing two from the disaster that became of the World Parrot Refuge was the least I could do. I follow two former WPR residents, both of whom are thriving but sadly one has cancer. I follow a crow that has been habitualized to humans, railing against the animal cruelty he suffered and celebrated at his recovery. I could go ON and ON. But I’ll spare you.
- I have a tender heart. I care way too much. It’s no wonder that I take things personally. Working on it, just not always successful.
Here is a commentary on my first list of random things in 2009.
- I suffer from claustrophobia – I’m told it’s likely because of the time I almost drowned when I was three. No illusions about this being resolved any time soon.
- I am conservative in action, very liberal in thinking.
- I have
610 tattoos, the first was in 1986; I was amazed the surgeon was able to save the one on my breast (much “deflated” but still there).
Sigh. Perhaps not so conservative in action.
My favourite right now is my Thrive logo tattoo on my right calf. I have two other tattoos planned. I just need a bit more money. The one I want the most is a feather with watercolours representing the colours of my flock family.
- I’m a computer geek.
Is it possible to get worse? Loving learning about database relationships and XML.
- I’m known for my humour and laughter.
I swear my epitaph will be “She loved to laugh!”
- I have absolutely no sense of direction.
It’s embarrassing, it really is. But it’s so very true.
- I am a disaster in the kitchen – as in I hurt myself, not that I can’t cook.
Nope. No improvement there either.
- I still have no career path – seriously. Where I am today is more from a match of interests and skills and not planning.
In the past 6 years I’ve been pursuing post-secondary diplomas and certificates in both Public Administration and Business Analysis with hopes that I’ll find something that matches my interests (which change from day to day). I’m hopeless.
- Here’s an ultimate irony, I’ve never been fond of pink.
Still not my favourite colour, but very much a part of my life.
- I hate driving.
- I’m a bookworm – will likely ready about 100 books this year.
I’ve upped the ante. I average about 250 to 300 a year. Some are re-reads because I’m frustrated at finding quality reading material. They count, right?
- I can’t watch the news on TV; I end up yelling at the broadcasters because of missing information or inaccurate information.
It’s embarrassingly STILL true.
- I apparently have an emotional attachment to my Blackberry.
Ha ha ha ha. Oh my. I moved on. I’m the biggest Android fan you can find.
- I’m a huge fan of professional cycling.
Still a fan, but not as passionately. All my favourites have retired and I’ve not found one rider to capture my attention. I tend to read up on races more than I watch live.
- I’m a huge fan of NCAA college basketball; I never miss the “Road to the Final 4” tournament.
- Another irony, I’m married to a photographer and hate having my photo taken.
- Housekeeping is the LAST thing I do at home.
Same. Thank goodness for Vince.
- I’m a very picky eater, made all the worse since I’ve gone mostly vegetarian.
I’ve moved back to chicken and turkey. I still love my meatless days.
- I hate the changes to the music and the ghost image of Anakin at the end of the Return of the Jedi.
If anything I feel STRONGER about this now that we’ve got the most recent Star Wars movies.
- In a family of gardeners, I am the only black thumb and have no idea why people continue to give me plants.
I kill air plants. It’s a fact of life.
- I’m an old man magnet; many old men just walk up to me and start talking. Vince thinks it’s hilarious having been there when it happens.
I WISH this had changed.
- I think sharing a bed is cruel and unusual punishment; not even a king size bed works.
- I can’t sleep in a room with a ticking clock.
Still the same. Must write a post about alarm clocks. Another day. Not this one.
- I can’t sleep if a clock is facing me/my side of the bed.
Same. I can’t even explain it to anyone, so I know it’s just a personal quirk.
- I am known for my accessories (earrings, necklaces and purses).
- I have never been afraid to walk my own path, and many would say I take delight in being unique. Perhaps it’s true; I would rather be “me” than act how someone expects me to.
- Contradictions only make things more interesting.
This has been fun. Thanks for reading.