I must put a copy of The Honest Scrap Logo on my blog which I have proudly done!
There are a few requirements to accepting the Honest Scrap Award and they are as follows:
1) Risa presented me with this neat award, so thank you very much Risa!! Please visit her artsy blog at: http://risasmuse.blogspot.com/
7 honest things about myself
1. I’m a bit of a hypocondriac. When I was a little girl, I used to live next door to this woman who had contracted polio when she was a kid. She had a hump on her back from it and I was always thinking I could catch it from her, not realizing I was inoculated against it and would never get it. To this day, I hear about some disease and I’m always thinking I might get it, catch it or
whatever. Oh, yes, after watching the Farrah Story, I’m already thinking this hemmoroid on my butt from birthing 5-10lb+ babies is going to turn into anal cancer…better watch that, it just might! (See, I am nuts.)
2. I hate fish. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get myself to eat it. On the rare occasions I’ve tried it, I can’t help feeling grossed out the entire time its in my mouth, thinking about the ugly fish that I’m eating that smells bad and it’s just so disgusting be making contact with my tongue. I don’t mind shrimp. Go figure…they are uglier than fish.
3. Fingerprints give me an uneasy feeling-especially if I see a person’s fingerprints on their hands, say when they’re talking….and using their hands. I get a secret shiver up my spine if I catch a glimpse of them. They’re gross. I hate finger print smudges anywhere.
4. I have a slightly intense fantasy crush on Chris Noth, the guy who plays Mr. Big on SATC. Incidently, I tend to go weak in the knees at the sight of any tall (6’4″ perfect), dark haired, blue eyed, handsome man in a suit. I secretly, think one day he will come to his senses and sweep me off my feet….lol…My husband just rolls his eyes.
5. I have a deep desire to grow into a wise, hip, long white-haired old lady who finally has her crap together (despite her minor hypocondria!).
6. I’ve always had this inate feeling like in another life I lived on the East Coast. My soul seems to pull towards there. My distinct thoughts are, I might have been a whaler’s daughter. Just the thought of the sea , saltbox houses and harbor towns make my heart skip a beat. When I visit the east, I get such a feeling of belonging there, of familiarity. It’s almost scary.
7. I say I’m a city girl, but in all honesty, even though I live in Chicago, I don’t explore my city much at all. I actually prefer peace and quiet to the city (although, I do love NYC, and crave it on occasion), and I dream of one day having a quiet cottage on a lake with a porch, lots of books, an easel, paints, and grandchildren in the yard.
8. One more for good measure. I watched a show called the Science of Human Attraction, and in one part it talked about when you find someone you’re attracted to, you tend to love their smell. It’s something with the man’s sweat glands blending with a pheramone. I agree with this. My husband has a smell that I absolutely love. I can’t describe what it smells like, but it’s really nice, and it’s just for me. When he’s not in bed, I can smell it on his pillow. No matter what happens, that smell keeps me coming back for more and just might be the glue that keeps us together. He tells me he loves the way I smell, too-especially my hair. He says I smell like his Emmy. Aw….now, isn’t he sweet? And a keeper?
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