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Thank you Gypsy ( http://gypsy116.wordpress.com/) for Nominating me for this award. I don’t normally participate in these sort of things, but today I figured why not?

Gypsy writes about her triumphs and tribulations living with BPD. She is a very frank and candid writer who is not shy about exposing the realities and perceptions of what it’s like to live with this disorder. I give her kudos for that. And I have mad respect for her honesty when came to a situation I was dealing with.

So to those of you who DO read my ramblings, I highly recommend you go check her out.

The rules:

Thank the blogger who nominated you.
Share seven things about yourself.
Nominate other bloggers you think deserve the award, and post on their blog to let them know they’ve been nominated.

Here we go!

I started out as a Lefty. Then I was sent to Catholic school and they forced me into being right handed. I don’t know what the Catholic Church had against left handed people back then. Maybe they think left handed people are dark servants of Lucifer. Who knows. (you know, the whole goats on the left, lambs on the right.)

I hate pickles. They can fuck off for all I care. The taste, the texture. . . if one ends up in my mouth, It makes me wanna gag. But I’ll eat a cucumber no problem. (and then some! Heyyyooooo! *wink wink* ehhh.)

Right now I am addicted to smelling hand sanitizer (and any other ethyl alcohol based substance for that matter) I don’t get high from it, I just really really really like the smell. I can’t explain. . . it’s like I want to take the smell into me and become one with it. I blame this on the CT scans I have recently had. They always 1^st inject you with something first to flush out the IV, and there is a weird taste in the back of your throat that tastes like the smell of hand sanitizer. Well, to me it does. Don’t judge. At least not until you see me on that show My Weird Addiction.

I love trees. I can sit there and stare at one for hours, trying to see them as if someone visiting our world would see them. (I have no idea if that makes sense, but I guess I try to watch them until the concept of “tree” becomes foreign to me.) They just really really fascinate me. I’ll hug the shit out of tree anyday!

I used to be deathly afraid of Halloween masks as a kid. My dad thought this was funny. I did not. He would put one on and chase after me, and I would then run screaming and crying for cover while my dad laughed his ass off at my hysterics. (Nice. Thanks dad.) It wasn’t until my grandmother locked me in room with the masks and made me confront my fear of them by touching them and putting them on. I should point out I was 6 yrs old.

Interestingly so, Halloween is my favorite holiday. I go balls to the walls for it. It is the only holiday I will really decorate to the nines for. I even had a Halloween themed wedding. (In fact I should probably start planning my Halloween costume.)

I was a contestant in the Mrs. Mothman Beauty Pageant. And lost. I’m still kinda of miffed about it. I had thought since this was going down at the Mothman festival in Point Pleasant, WV, it would be all kooky and silly. It was not. It was a serious pageant. Girls at the rehearsal with curlers and 6” heels on with their own make up teams. Me, David Bowie shirt with skull and cherry vans. I knew when I went back to the dressing room to get ready for the event, that I was in over my head. However, I thought that my quirkiness (and big ass) would give me an advantage. It did not. Some lady who does pageants hardcore won. I didn’t even place. Didn’t even beat out the wacko lady who read her own poetry instead of answering the judges questions. I was reamed. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. It still makes me angry.