May 2, 2006
HOW MANY WAYS DOES HE LOVE THEE?
The way to this woman’s heart?
FOOD … cooked from scratch by my man. He even kneaded the dough. How earthy is that? I love my guy!
How does your man you smile?
Oh … and I’ve been tagged, by Toni who wants to know six weird things about me? (okay, stop the chuckling, already!) Hmmn …. here goes … hope I’m not going to regret this …
- I keep a crystal ball and deck of tarot cards in my bedside drawer (the ball was inherited from my great gran, a professional teller of fortunes in her day)
- I have a very keen nose. I can smell when people are going to come down with a cold or flu, or if they are wearing new clothes. And I can often sense when women are pregnant (not sure how that one works
). - I ALWAYS sleep with the window open — even in minus 20 Celcius. I NEED oxygen, otherwise I get edgy. Which is why I DO get edgy in highrise hotels whose windows do not open.
- I can’t abide the sound of nylon or the sensation of it. If you scratch an umbrella or rub old-style ski pants together it has the same effect on me as the sound of nails on a blackboard has on some others. If I touch the fabric, the skin on my palm almost hurts. (Hey, you asked for the weird). Needless to say, my brother used to torture me by scratching a raincoat. Interestingly, my cousin inherited the same syndrome. I’d love to know if anyone else has this problem? (thank heavens for Gore-Tex)
- When I was little I used to hear my mother calling my name out loud when she was only thinking of me.
- I once saved an asthmatic boogie border from drowning and being washed out to sea while cars stopped to watch from the road up on the cliff. I was totally embarassed when everyone clapped as I came out the water. And in a separate surfing incident, I came close to drowning myself — washed up unconsious on the beach.
- I get depressed when the sun don’t shine for too many days in a row
- And I have a deep-rooted uneasiness around cops. Now before I hear any wise cracks, I must tell you that I was raised in a country where people who were put into yellow police vans had a nasty habit of never coming back, or turning up dead somewhere. And when I was about two or three years old my Zulu nanny used to threaten she’d call the ‘poisa’ whenever I misbehaved. Either that or she would chase me around the garden with raw chili peppers which she maintained would cure me of my bad behaviour. I got over the chili thing. Still working on the cop thing.
And … Oh, wait, only six??
And what if everyone I know has already been tagged? Is this the end o the line?
Posted by Loreth @ 1:02 am | THE WRITING LIFE
Eve Says:
Oh yummy - you’ve got a good man there!
Um, okay - I wouldn’t say weird, just unusual and very psychic. I love that. I’m uneasy around cops but that’s because I have an authority figure fear.
Peggy Says:
Wow, you got some psychic things going on there!
I love when my man gives me a massage. He gives the best—and so willing too! Can’t beat that.
Toni Anderson Says:
Yum–now I’m hungry. I hate nylon too. Makes my fingers itch. Like touching some carpet yuk!!
Nice list Loreth–bravery, sixth sense and I don’t know what it is about the police. I always feel like putting my hands in the air when I’m near one
Meretta Says:
I remember you parked by the window in our room in Reno, searching for a way to make it open.
We call snowpants/ski pants in our house, “swish” pants (obviously because of the sound they make).
Can totally understand why you’d be uneasy around the police. Maybe you need to meet some nice ones? We’re taking the Sparks to the RCMP station next week. Do you want me to set up an appointment for you?
And I saved my cousin from drowning in Victoria! Nobody clapped though. Instead we got in trouble for playing on the rocks. :/
And love the looks of that pizza! You’ve got a good man, Loreth!
Loreth Says:
OOh, massage sounds good Peggy. Hmmm, pizza, or massage? This is a tough one
Loreth Says:
Eve, it’s funny but I don’t think of myself as psychic. I’m just super sensitive, an empath, if you will :). And that has its pros and cons. I tend to get sucked up by negative moods way too easily.
Loreth Says:
Hey, Toni, we have something else in common. And LOL at shooting your hands into the air around cops :). I know exactly what you mean .. here, look at me, I did it :). Why am I always the first one to feel guilty for something I didn’t remotely do?
Loreth Says:
You remember that? Yep, those windows kinda freaked me out
And really, I have met TONS of wonderful cops — Mounties in particular. I used to have to go to the Whistler station to do the weekly police report for the newspaper. These things have deep psychologcal roots, though. And it wasn’t that long ago that I was being sprayed by police water cannons — cannons with purple dye in them so that they could hunt you down later if you weren’t already shredded on the razor wire coils they’d hauled over the road. This was in the Cape Town marches only days before they finally released Nelson Mandela. And what a day that was!!!! He’d been incarcerated for my entire life.
Eve Says:
The things that you have experienced are so beyond anything that I could even imagine. You’re a strong woman Loreth.
I, too, soak up the atmosphere in a place. It can be overwhelming.
I like coming here too.
Toni Anderson Says:
PUBIC MEETING????
Eve Says:
That would be a very interesting meeting
Loreth Says:
Um, I think foolish is the word you’re looking for, Eve
Loreth Says:
And yep … I had all the jokes the first time around!
Danica Says:
Wow, cool stuff.
That Man, even though he does not understand the proper use of the apostrophe, will leave me little love notes on my car, say if he’s driving past when I’m at work. And even though the grammar nerd in me cringes at “Your wonderfull”, the romantic in me says, “awe, I think I’ll keep him.”
Loreth Says:
Dream … I would HANG ON TO THAT MAN. C’mon, what’s a little apostrophe in the face of true love, huh?
You got a good one there!!