CDRaider said:
When I was little, I was a klepto...
Sounds like a few of my teen years. It was hell on wheels getting over that, but just as a recovering alcoholic will tell you they can't afford to fudge on telling the truth, I am ultra careful about whose property is whose. I wouldn't take a paper clip from the local library. Bad idea! While I haven't had a tough time with the kleptomania for years (detachment is a wonderful thing that way), I still remind myself often that being a "little big honest" is like being a "little bit pregnant." :cover: I find it a helpful reminder.
Hm, other stuff nobody here knows...
I was a devout motorcyclist for years, until I got married, and my husband made me get rid of my bike. :sad4:
I teethed on a hockey puck. I played goalie most times when I was young. My dad used to play "rover" back in ancient hockey history, before the addition of the center line.
I miss snow. I want to retire somewhere that has snow. My crosscountry skis are still in my Mom's basement. Hope springs eternal.
I dated a guy for a couple of years whose mother was an ex-nun and whose father was a mercenary (mostly in Rhodesia). His father always said the one place he wouldn't "work" was in the Middle East, because he didn't think it was smart to get involved in family squabbles. The last I heard of my old beau, the Marines were teaching him Arabic. Hm, irony!
My childhood best friend's godfather was the local...godfather. I was once offered an apprenticeship as a hitman (er woman). I'm not sure why I turned it down. It certainly wasn't for religious reasons. Probably because if my brother ever found out he'd be very ****** at me. Well, there's something positive to be said for peer pressure.
I am the only one in the family who knows the family wine recipe, and the only one in the family who can't drink it.
I am uncomfortable with heights, but I try to keep myself from getting too wingy about it by taking the skylift at Stone Mountain at least once a year.
I never did drugs when I was young. At the time, I figured the only thing I had going for me was brains, so why the heck would I want to scramble them? Besides, all the "legal" forms of psychoactive drugs put me to sleep anyway, and reading a Physical Chemistry text will do the same thing for free, so I might as well save my money.
I've had many relationships over the years, but I'm still friends with all but one of the guys, who is accurately described as "Ron the Jerk." I'm still in touch with most of my old beaux, except those who've fallen off the edge of the earth.
I either dress casually or dress to the nines. I have no middle ground when it comes to attire.
I'm sure there's something else that will come to mind.
Oh yeah, I used to pose for Art Department in college to make some spare cash. It paid a lot better than flipping burgers. I used to rake it in on the optional Tuesday night drawing practice, because people "paid" in tips. I could pull down $100-200 for a couple hours work, easy, and in those days that was a LOT of money.
