I cannot walk past a wall, door, corner or table without at least stubbing my toe.
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I cannot walk past a wall, door, corner or table without at least stubbing my toe.
Ok, we are amongst some very talented people here. My 13 year old towers over me in the intelligent department. (It's seems two negatives made a positive :lol:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
oh, poor dear, never mind, you have nine other toes, just don't pass 10 doors a day. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Themis
I'm quite idiosyncratic.
I'm not a simple person to understand. Infact most people have trouble understanding me at all.
I used to smoke cigarettes. But I haven't for a long while, nigh 10 years now.
And a big pat on the back for you. :nod::nod::nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
Whenever I hang laundry, I have to use the same coloured pegs for the same piece... If pegs are not the same colour, it bugs me so much that I end up going back and replacing them.
A playdate with my son, makes all of the pain go away.
I cannot sing in front of people. In private, I sing well. In front of people....not so much.
:lol: I'm sorry Scher, but this just cracks me up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
So I'm planning on going 2/3s vegetarian: Breakfast & lunch = veggie city. Dinner = meat & potatoes.
Wish I could say you were the only one... I have friends who change the pegs around on purpose to watch me biting my nails not to run outside to put them "right" again. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
I often buy different pasta shapes and whenever cooking those, I leave a little at the bottom of the pack, which I collect in a separate jar. When I have guests with children over for dinner, I make dishes using the mixed shapes I have been collecting and they love it.
(OK, I get a kick out of the mixed shapes on my plate too :goof:)
I have a big mouth! (and I don't mean physically)
I have never had stage fright before Tuesday. That freaked me out, considering how many plays I have been in.
I was thought dead when I was born , unfortunatly it turns out that I'm alive .
I won't be stocking wine in the house for a long time.
I don't see how that was unfortunate.Quote:
Originally Posted by selsabil
Sounds depressed.Quote:
Originally Posted by kingoflombards
That's no good.
I'm a sodaholic.
I don't like "Edward Scissorhands". At all. Never will.
Everyone is going to hate me here... I don't like Brad Pitt... Sorry... Just can't get into him.
I'm a compulsive sorter. I have to sort things. It's a problem haha
I love fire. My fingers are almost constantly burnt.:D
I'm lactophobic.
I'm scared of ladybugs (used to love them when I was little but now) D:
I'm scared of something, but I'm to scared to say what it is!!!
Yesterday -- I gave serious thought to deceiving my family. You see, I'm terrified of needles and I had an opportunity to get a flu shot. I told my family that I would get it. But then, well, you see I had this band-aid. And I thought, "I could just put this band-aid on my shoulder". No one would know nothin'.
But, I resisted temptation! I swallowed my fear. Maned up and got my shot.
Hey, here is the n you lent me yesterday... Seems like you need it too!Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
:p
I'm curious: How do you get the children into the oven, Scher? Trickery, or just brute force?Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Neither! They usually volunteer on their own accord after spending 10 minutes in my company.Quote:
Originally Posted by Basil
Hey Thaks! I eeded that sucker. I was fresh out.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade
One thing: I wish people could still wear capes without people thinking that they're crazy. Capes look cool.
Yes, love capes as well. :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf
Today I noticed I have a big white scar on the bottom of my rib cage that I don't remember getting. I am very curious on how such a nasty scar can go unnoticed for so long...:confused:
I have a scar on the top of my left hand, from a friend of mine - in my school days. She would always wear a bracelet with a sharp pin sticking out of it and purposely scratch everyone with it.
I used to have a minute scar shaped like rice grain at the base of my left ring finger. It was from a dog bite, it happened years ago when I was a tiny tot. I was holding a bag of shrimps and the dog went for it. I don't actually have a memory of this incident, my mother told me about it much later. But I do remember the scar, I had it for the longest time and now it's gone.
Cross-country skiing is my favorite sport.
I'm terrified of Elmo
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Originally Posted by stephofthenight
I'm terrified of shots (needles, not tequila). I know they don't hurt; I know they only take a second. . . I know all that stuff. Heck, I'm not scared of blood (I clean my own fish, and skin my deer). It's totally irrational.
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Originally Posted by The Comedian
don't feel bad my parents thought it would be fun to take me to a elmo show when I was 6 and I kicked him, started screaming and passed out... So no, not likeing shots is not that irrational.. I think most people are scared of them... I love needles, hehe and other shots :D But cheer up you are not allone... I dont know anyone else who actualy enjoys needles.