Michelle e o tagged me to complete this post. So bear with me if you find a similar format with this list. And as an introduction: I admit, I definitely have my idiosyncrasies.
1 I place three large heaping tablespoons of creamy peanut butter with my bowl of ice cream. If my wife J makes her homemade chocolate sauce, the stuff my youngest sister calls "chocolate death," then I add that with the "PB" and ice cream. (Actually, it becomes a bowl of chocolate, peanut butter soup with a dollop of ice cream.)
I can’t abide hot dogs, bologna, or the thought of going to Arby’s. Just the mention of the name evokes nauseating images and I feel ill.
I love to eat raw yams. Dip them in a beaumonde dressing. Yum.
I don’t like candy, except Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
I never try new dishes at restaurants. I always order the same thing.
2 I can touch my nose with my tongue. Move over KISS, you have competition.
3 (I’m like Michelle e o in this oddity.) I don't like to touch things like door handles, railings, etc. in public places. If someone sneezes or coughs in my personal space, I close my eyes and hold my breath. I heard that doctors close their eyes if a patient sneezes or coughs while they are in a close proximity because the bacteria/germs can get into the tear ducts.
4 If I’m driving on a long family trip, and the kids become talkative or noisy, I’ll turn off the radio or CD so there is no conflict of sound.
5 We live in a haunted house. And yes, we have seen things (during the middle of the day or at night), heard voices, smelled smells (luckily good ones), etc. We call them "the guests" because they come and go during certain times of the year and they have been quite cordial. We wonder if it is one of our deceased ancestors watching over us.
We have had quite a few strange experiences but one of the strangest occurred when my five-year-old daughter (K) and I were in the kitchen last spring. K was eating lunch at the counter and I had just been talking on the phone by the back door. It was the middle of the day. We were both facing toward the entrance to the kitchen; we could see into the north area of the living room. Suddenly, this tangible shadow just taller than our standing piano walked out of the hall and into the living room. K immediately said: "Daddy, who was that?"
Startled beyond belief, I replied: "You saw that??!!"
"Yes," she said, quite unconcerned:"who was it?"
"I don’t know," I said, moving toward the living room. "But let me see if he is still here."
I recall feeling the hairs on my neck standing at full attention as I began to turn the corner and walk into the living room. I was going to be very surprised if someone was there. No one was.
Challenge: I know this challenge has gone around for awhile now and I'm terrible at recalling which sites have posted theirs. So, I'm going totrust my readers who have not completed this challenge to do it. And then please, return here and report so that I can read them. Thanks.
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