Showing posts with label ESP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ESP. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

What? Me Quirky?



I was tagged by Willow at Life at Willow Manor to list 6 Unspectacular Quirky things about myself. This shouldn't have been difficult but it was, so after wracking my one remaining brain cell I asked the Mister for some input. He was DELIGHTED to assist me with this
1. I have a reasonable amount of ESP. I prefer to call it intuition. Examples: 1)knew the exact moment of conception of both of my children and their sex! 2) I can tell when people are talking about me. 3) I know when I am about to receive packages in the mail. 4) When someone confides in me about their own health problem or that of someone close to them I can tell the outcome - which, thank goodness, is usually good.
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2. When friends or family go on vacation to far away places I ask them to bring me a small rock - indigenous to the area - from that place. I have a lovely and continually growing collection.
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3. (Complements of the Mister) 5 or 6 times a day I pour myself a drink of iced tea or iced water and then misplace it or leave it sitting somewhere other than where I am. Only when I am so thirsty I can barely talk do I recall that yes I did pour a drink and it's somewhere - who knows where in the house.
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4. I continually leave things out and on the counter top of each room that has one. Every time I use something - say I get a band-aid for my wounded ego - the band-aid box stays on the counter. Along with empty band-aid wrapper and the antibiotic cream, and the cotton ball I used to dab it on, plus the rest of the package of cotton balls, plus the container of cotton swabs that was sitting in front of the cotton balls in the cupboard. You get the idea.
These two are compliments of the Mister and they are quirks that I have worked up into an art form since I've been unemployed:
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5. I rarely plan ahead for anything. Every day is spur of the moment. No plan whatsoever. Don't know what I'm going to do. Don't know what's for dinner. Don't know until the last second if we're going out for dinner, if I'm going to get a pedicure, if I'm going to go to the grocery store etc. . Don't know. Don't care.
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6. Usually don't know what day it is. This is Tuesday, isn't it? After reading number 5 you can see why it really doesn't matter to me one way or the other.
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So there it is. And since this is a tag game I am tagging the following bloggy buddies. If you've already been tagged or unless you'd rather not play please list 6 of your unspectacular quirks and tag six of your bloggy buddies!
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