School Daze.

Did you have a favorite subject in school? One you dreaded?

School and I got along fine. I was a good student, the teachers liked me, I liked most of them. I think my favorite classes were English/Reading/Literature classes. It took me a while to realize this though. When I graduated from High School my plan was to go to school for Interior Design. Now that I am older when I think of going back to school I want to study English with an art minor.

I had a lot of other classes that I enjoyed. I took French for two years. I loved my co-ed P.E. class, which says a lot for me because I am not Mrs. Sports. I had a Needle Arts class in which we did all sorts of hand-work crafty type stuff. Right up my alley.

Sometimes I have dreams that I am back in High School and I am going to my French class, but in my dream I am failing it. I am so afraid that I am not going to graduate because of it. Graduation was held in the Marriott Center because we had a class of 400+. At graduation time they used to put a big map of the seating chart up on the window of the main office. You would see everyone's names and where they were seated. If someone wasn't graduating they would have a big X through that seat. Can you imagine something like that happening today? Anyway, my seat was X'd out in this dream because I was failing French class.

I don't know where this comes from. I did pass that class and did graduate from High School. Isn't it weird how 20 some-odd years after High School I would have dreams like that.

I never have the dream where I show up at school not wearing anything though, thank heavens. Those who know and love me know that I am too much of a non-nudist. I like my jammies too much.

So, what bad dreams do you have about High School?

Tags: High School, Graduation, Bad Dreams

The "eyes" have it!

I don't know what is worse, getting soap in your eye or an eyelash.

I experienced both in my shower. Here I am washing my face when my daughter, taking a shower in the other bathroom, did something that adjusted my water temperature. I was startled which caused me to briefly open my eye and get soap in it. I did my best to rinse it out and carried on with the business at hand which then led to shaving my legs. With both hands covered in foaming shave gel and holding a razor - I get an eyelash in the other eye. I switch between frantically blinking to get it out and keeping my eye closed so it doesn't hurt, all the while peering through one eye to finish shaving.

Finally finished with my shower I emerge only slightly damaged; my eyesight still in tact with only a few nicks from shaving.

So, if you see me with bloodshot eyes and a band aid on my leg; don't ask!

Now that's odd!

My dear friend Anthony at My Sick Mind has tagged me for some "internet fun". I get to select six of my favorite oddities to share with the world.

According to the rules…
Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

So, Anthony, World, here we go:

1. Deal me out: I have (just a tad of) OCD in my veins. Therefore, I can't enjoy several card games such as Spoons or Pounce. I am too busy straightening the card piles.
2. PJ's are our friends: I have to wear PJ's to bed, even in the heat of summer when I am complaining about the heat. Something to do with a fear of having a fire and ending up on the street in my underwear or, God forbid, less.
3. Don't mess with my shower: I am a tad fussy about my cleanliness. I have a way I shower, an order of doing things you might say, that I execute every time. (can I hear you say OCD?)
4. Make it a Virgin please!: This may amaze some of you and be really really weird to others, but I have never had a drink of any alcoholic beverage. Just consider me your designated driver!
5. Those are what???: I don't like caviar. Nasty looking. Nasty tasting. Just plain nasty.
6. It was only a dream: 20 years after graduating High School, I still occasionally have dreams that I am failing French class and won't graduate. I see the big seating chart with a black X through my name. Something to do with fear of failure I am told.

There you have it. So, we all have issues, now you know a few of mine. I would like to pass this fun on to six of my newer blogging buddies:
Tara @ Coffee Crochet
Colleen @ the Colleen Scene
Jennifer @ Wilson Six - (who by the way sent me a cute notepad. Check out her stuff)
Molly @ These Little Moments
DK Rymer @ A Flyover Blog
Becky @ Absent Minded Housewife

If you don't like playing along, blame Anthony. He started it!