Michelle tagged me for this. So blame her! :neener:
1. I’m not a big jewelry fan. I wear my wedding set and a mother’s ring. On special occasions I wear the diamond studs the husband bought me. That’s it. (Except for the Christmas season, when I give in to my love for funky earrings—my frogs in Santa hats being particular favorites.)
2. Speaking of jewelry, I can’t tolerate anything touching my neck. Necklaces, turtlenecks, any of that, so I live mostly in loose crew necks. If a collar keeps brushing my throat, though, I will, over the course of the day, totally stretch the shirt into ruin by repeatedly yanking it down. I’m told I was probably strangled or hung in a past life.
3. Not sure what past life trauma caused my fear of ladders. I’m not afraid of heights, just ladders. I’ve got no problem climbing a leaning stack of household debris to change a lightbulb, but if I step onto the second rung of a ladder—even a little one—my hands freeze into a death grip and my whole body starts shaking which makes the ladder shake, which makes me scream like a girl.
4. Right now I wear the same size shoe as the tall kid. Now, as a mother who wants her children to remain children forever, this is sad. But the husband, unencumbered by that little thing called SAHM-guilt, always goes for the best boots. When the tall kid needed new boots for ATVing, the husband bought him this awesome pair of Sorrels. Since, outside of ATVing, the tall kid would rather face a pit of rabid, red meat-deprived lions than participate in any outdoor activity other than walking to the Jeep and back, 98% of the time I have a really superb pair of Sorrel boots to wear.
5. I used to do counted cross-stitch a lot when I was younger, but my attention span—not so good. When my youngest sister was born I started a lovely little birth sampler, which is about 80% done. Yeah, she’s twelve. I’m also known for knitting 1 and ½ socks for people.
6. I have a scar on my left hand over the knuckle where my index finger meets the hand. I had a whittling phase and that would be the day I learned to whittle away from your body, especially when there’s a knot in the wood. I only ever kinda-sorta finished one piece—it was meant to be a bishop in the chess set I had planned so it had a cross. I noticed it in my dad’s garage one day and wondered why it had been kept. He thought it was a hand flipping somebody the bird and had loved it. The whittling thing…short lived.
7. I have a spiral-bound Rand McNally atlas and the towns where my online friends live are all highlighted in yellow (or the general vicinity for those whose towns didn’t make the map). I’m forever jumping up and grabbing it during the news to see if I need to worry about somebody. Especially the crazy ones who live in tornado-land.
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I hate anything around my neck. I can do necklaces as long as they’re not chokers. No turtlenecks or constricting tops though. Gives me the heebie-jeebies.
And since I’m one of your crazy tornado friends. Awww, thanks Shan! :hug:
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I swear, crazy lady, at this point the atlas just falls open to Oklahoma all on its own. :grouch:
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I hate stuff actually touching my neck, too. I can wear turtlenecks, but they have to be loose.
Might have something to do with, um, my neck not being as skinny as it once was? :shrug:
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So one of the things some people say about reincarnation is that the same people will come into your new life, albeit in different roles.
Maybe we were a wild bunch of horse thieves in a past life and all got strung up together!
:villain:
(It just sounds like so much more fun than being a housewife.)
(I mean Domestic Engineer.)
:villain:
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Apparently I was a strangler not a stranglee, because I live in turtlenecks, and even like those little mock turtleneck short sleeve tees and sweaters.
My biggest fear is fire. Maybe I was Joan of Arc :lmao: (Tho I love fireplaces and can start one, I do candles all the time, I think it’s an obsessive way to deal–the same way my shark-o-phobe husband is glued to discovery channel during shark week. :popcorn:
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I’m good with necklaces, but HATE turtlenecks. I do the stretching-out thing too. I also hate socks and hats, but sometimes it gets cold enough that I have no choice but to where them.
That atlas thing you do is very nice, Shannon. Even if it is just extra anxiety for you LOL (although, I am the Queen of anxiety so who am I to talk? :baby: )
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I’m giggling over being a hurricane and flood prone person in an unmarked section of the map. Forks, our town is so small we have to go to the post office to get our mail. :rofl:
I want to be a reincarnated horse thief!
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I am with you on the shoe thing, Shan. My youngest’s feet were my size 2 summers ago when we went to the beach. He needed new flip flops and of course the only pair the overpriced surf shop sold in his size were way too nice for an end of summer purchase for a young boys growing feet…Until I realized that I could wear them the following season and, like, forever! I had to get black not pink but still- sweet!
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Hi there,
i’ve got exactly the same problem, I can’t wear shirts or stand things touching my neck. If I wear a shirt (especially in the morning) and have to go into a canteen or somewhere where I can smell food it make it worse. Found any cures?? It really limited my job choice!
I know this threads a bit old but I thought i’d say hi to a fellow neck problemer!
Ciao
kieran
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I’ve never noticed smells making it worse. And, sadly, no cure. Other than not wearing clothes or jewelry that touch my neck. Every once in a while, on a very cold day, I’ll attempt a turtleneck, but I end up tugging it up over my mouth like a bank robber to keep it off my neck.
Not comfortable. And definitely not fashionable.