Here are 10 things many of you who frequently read my Blog didn’t know about me. It’s not vitally important facts but I thought it would be fun to share my 10 not so secret secrets.
(1.) I’m a little psychic. Both my maternal and paternal grandmothers were psychic. The one could read tea leaves and hand palms and the other saw visions. I guess I inherited a little paranormal mojo from the both of them and I now have a killer intuition.
(2.) I can read the Tarot cards. For a couple of years I earned a living off my inherited physic powers and I did Tarot Card readings for approximately almost a 1000 people. I retired my Tarot cards because other people’s problems depressed me.
(3.) I will die in a plane crash and they’ll never find my body. Another psychic once did a reading for me and told me many things that came to fruition. She also told me I will die in a plane crash when I’m very old - I guess I’ll have to wait and see if she was right.
(4.) Half of the houses I have lived in were haunted. In my life, thus far, I have lived in 12 houses and 6 of them we shared with ghosts. The most memorable ones were the old man that used to climb the stairs and walk past my garden flat and the old man at our current house – both eventually moved on.
(5.) I can grow a full beard in 4 days. My facial hair grows ferociously fast and I have to shave twice a day (that’s when we go out at night that is). The longest I have gone, since reaching puberty, without shaving is 3 days and I looked like a Survivor contestant on day 28.
(6.) I have a uni-brow like Frieda Kahlo. Not many people know this because I shave it off once I day. The lady that waxes me and does my eyebrows have reprimanded me about this bad shaving habit many times, but I still continue to do so.
(7.) The moon affects my emotions. Whenever there is a full moon I get restless and moody and my husband follows the lunar calendar closely because of it. I use to try to counteract the moon’s affects on me, but I eventually gave up and made peace with my full moon craziness.
(8.) My natural eye color is red. All the boys on my maternal grandmother’s side of the family have blue eyes and I do too, but my eyes are sensitive and easily irritated. Consequently, the majority of the time my eyes are red and it’s one of my major causes of discontent.
(9.) I curse like a sailor. Unfortunately I have a bit of a potty mouth and frequently drop the F-bomb. My most frequently used curse words are: Fuck, Shit, Bitch, Son of a Bitch, Asshole and Bullshit! Curse words I don’t like are: Pussy, Jesus, God and Mother Fucker.
(10.) I suffer from chronic insomnia. As a teenager and into my mid twenties I could sleep between 8-12 hours a day, but this changed during my late twenties and now an average night's sleep for me is between 4-6 hours. The only upside to this is the fact that I can get allot more done with that extra 18-20 hours in my day.
Till next time.
8 comments:
Interesting. Thank you for sharing about yourself. I wonder if I could try doing this on my own blog...it would take some thinking. Tink-tink...
Number 2 really made me laugh. That's why I quit being a therapist. The monotony of listening to people complain about their problems all the time.
@Clueless, I look forward to reading your top 10 revelations!
@nothingprofound, now combine their complaining with future problems they're going to have - it was tedious and so not worth the money!
Don't you feel like if you truly believe that you are going to die in a plane crash later in life, that you would be held morally responsible to tell everyone that is getting on a plane with you, every time, about that?
I'm willing to bet that everyone has a cycle. We all know women have the pms, and you have monitored yours enough to know it's the full moon. I wonder if everyone paid attention, if they could figure out when their moody/grumpy time was?
@thoushaltnotsteel, I could do that but then how old is really old? I would hate to start upsetting passenger too early in life!
Sleep, that's gift one can never give (well I suppose I could bash you over the head with a spade and knock you out - but that's not really sleep - or very nice!) However, I wish I could help - I was rather drastic when I had trouble sleeping - I took a night job! Solved the problem, sort of.
Much hugs.
Darn and blast, I so forgot to tell you, I've given you a little award.
http://www.seafrontdiary.com/2011/01/spatula-award.html
@Jason Shaw, thanks for the award!
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