I just got finished taking one of those silly Facebook surveys. You know, the ones that have you list your favorite type things, have you done this, have you done that. And I started thinking about more of these type questions…
My favorite movie of all time is Austin Powers Goldmember.
I wear a size 7 1/2 shoe, in general. Though I have pairs in both 7 and 8 as well.
I got my first cat when I was about to turn five years old, and except for a very short few years I have had a cat in my life for most of my life.
I don’t know if it is a disorder or not, but all the labels on things I own (like in a cabinet, or the refrigerator) just NEED to be facing out. I can’t stand looking at the back of something, or the side. It’s just wrong! I know. Weird.
When I put the heat or air conditioning on in my car, I have to have it set on an even number.
When I get gas (we pump our own here in Pennsylvania) I always try to have the amount paid end in a 5 or a 0.
I sleep with three pillows. My mother in law used to ask me why I just didn’t sleep in a chair. I have to be elevated. Torture for me would be having to sleep flat. I just couldn’t do it.
I do not like horror movies. Yet, I enjoy true crime shows (like Forensic Files) very much. Reality at times can be much more scary than entertainment.
On my phone currently I have about 15 songs. This is in contrast to Jeff, who has just about every song known to man on his computer. True love is finding Bay City Roller and Backstreet Boys songs for your girlfriend to sing along to.
I would never put ketchup on a hot dog. Mustard belongs there. Though I do like ketchup on a lot of things – interestingly enough, I put it in chicken noodle soup.
Years ago, a friend of my son Kevin showed me a way to eat ice cream – in a bowl, with a bit of milk over the top. It is the only way I enjoy ice cream now. Almost like a milkshake in a bowl, sort of.
When it comes to take out Chinese food – I just CANNOT throw away those little packets of soy sauce and spicy mustard. Currently, we have a massive supply in our refrigerator.
The best job I ever had was being a transporter in a hospital that to me that felt like home. The worst job I ever had was being a sort of waitress, serving meals to rich old people. The oldies were nice enough, it was the management at the place that just…sucked. No other word for it.
I talk to myself. A lot. Both at home, and I admit – out in public too.
Ok, everyone – let’s hear some random facts about you…