six things meme
May. 28th, 2006 10:26 pmTagged by
rhienelleth Tell six things about yourself and then tag six more people to do the same:
1. When I was a little girl, when people used to ask me about my parents, I would tell them I was adopted. The problem with that was that I was not adopted, but raised by the people that actually gave birth to me. I had this whole fantasy where my "real" parents would come and find me. Yeah. No such luck. :->
2. I used to stutter as a child. I still do, actually. Not nearly as badly as I did then, but every so often, a word gets stuck in my mouth and it won't come out for anything. It's only slightly less mortifying now than it was then.
3. I am a notary public for the State of New Jersey. How's that for random?
4. My mother is a compulsive hoarder. You know those women you see on tv, the ones they take out of homes containing 6,586 cats in various stages of life? My mother is one of them.
She doesn't collect living things (thank you for small mercies, God). Instead she collects objects. Objects like little ceramic bunnies, newspapers, old food, clothes, shoes, teapots, jewelry, makeup, small appliances, boxes, mail, catalogs, magazines, figurines, etc.
It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized that "normal people" didn't wash dishes in the bathtub because the sink was full of decaying food.
5. I hate being surprised. I like to know what is going to happen in advance. I always spoil myself for movies and tv shows, because I do not want to walk into it blind. Surprise parties? Also a no-go.
6. I allow my cats on my countertops and tables. They are also fed on the counter nearest to the kitchen sink. The only exception to this is the kitchen table, because I need to be able to eat somewhere in peace with out a nose in my plate (other than my own, of course).
I'm not going to tag anyone specific on my fl, because a lot of you have done it already, but if you haven't, consider yourself tagged. :-)
1. When I was a little girl, when people used to ask me about my parents, I would tell them I was adopted. The problem with that was that I was not adopted, but raised by the people that actually gave birth to me. I had this whole fantasy where my "real" parents would come and find me. Yeah. No such luck. :->
2. I used to stutter as a child. I still do, actually. Not nearly as badly as I did then, but every so often, a word gets stuck in my mouth and it won't come out for anything. It's only slightly less mortifying now than it was then.
3. I am a notary public for the State of New Jersey. How's that for random?
4. My mother is a compulsive hoarder. You know those women you see on tv, the ones they take out of homes containing 6,586 cats in various stages of life? My mother is one of them.
She doesn't collect living things (thank you for small mercies, God). Instead she collects objects. Objects like little ceramic bunnies, newspapers, old food, clothes, shoes, teapots, jewelry, makeup, small appliances, boxes, mail, catalogs, magazines, figurines, etc.
It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized that "normal people" didn't wash dishes in the bathtub because the sink was full of decaying food.
5. I hate being surprised. I like to know what is going to happen in advance. I always spoil myself for movies and tv shows, because I do not want to walk into it blind. Surprise parties? Also a no-go.
6. I allow my cats on my countertops and tables. They are also fed on the counter nearest to the kitchen sink. The only exception to this is the kitchen table, because I need to be able to eat somewhere in peace with out a nose in my plate (other than my own, of course).
I'm not going to tag anyone specific on my fl, because a lot of you have done it already, but if you haven't, consider yourself tagged. :-)
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Date: 2006-06-02 01:00 am (UTC)Oh, and our cat goes on any counter she wants, but the one solid rule in the house is "no cats on tables."
This rule is enforced about as well as you might imagine.
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Date: 2006-06-02 02:40 am (UTC)Yeah, I usually come home to find cats sunning themselves in the late afternoon sun ON the kitchen table.
Sigh. :-)
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Date: 2006-06-30 04:52 am (UTC)Are you sure that we're not sisters? Cause that's my mother. No really. Once a month me and my SO have to go over to her apartment to clean and throw out of the shit that's she's horded over that last 30 days, so that she can walk through it with out falling and injuring herself. At least I got her down from 5 cats to 2.
Just know that you are not alone.
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Date: 2006-06-30 03:24 pm (UTC)My mother has four floors of a house to clutter. I'm actually afraid that the attic is going to collapse from the weight of the crap at some point.
My aunt is also a hoarder, and my cousins and I constantly do the steal and ditch routine. The therapists we've consulted say that we shouldn't do that, but it's to the point where I'm afraid my mother will fall and be smothered by the crap.
I get a newsletter from David Tolin, who is one of the most respected doctors specializing in treating hoarders. Want me to forward it to you? Just give me your email address.
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Date: 2006-06-30 06:25 pm (UTC)Actually, her biggest issue is her issues around denial, but I once we can get through that we could work on the hoarding. Sure please pass on the info. Thanks.