Here is Part Two. Thanks for reading and commenting! I look forward to reading what I don’t yet know about all of you!
#7 I have never gotten over the notion that honey is basically, bee spit.
#8 I used to count my steps all the time. I knew how many steps it took to get from my office to the post office, etc. If I was interrupted and lost count, I experienced some anxiety. Do not be troubled. I got over it. I asked a woman who lived in my apartment building how she got over her compulsive counting. She told me she imagined the shape of a stop sign any time she realized she was counting to herself. It worked! No, I did not replace that compulsive activity with another one. No. I did not replace that compulsive activity with another one. No, I did not replace…. JUST KIDDING.
#9 The sun was down and Tiger Woods was not around when I had sex on the 9th hole of a golf course.
#10 In the 1990s I took five semesters of classes to learn Iñupiaq, the language of the Iñupiat (Eskimos,) so I could better work on bilingual projects for the North Slope Borough. One day some elders who hung out at the post office in Barrow, Alaska commented on my breasts. As I walked past them, in Iñupiaq I said, “It is not nice to talk about people in front of them.” Their mouths dropped open and one of them patted me on the back. After that, they stopped talking, but smiled, whenever I entered the post office.
#11 In Italy I cried when standing before Michelangelo’s David.
#12 According to my mother, the strangest (yet true) thing I ever said to her on the phone was, “I’ve got to go. There is a polar bear in the playground.”


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LALALALALALALA!!! I am not listening! =o)
I think I'd cry seeing Michelangelo's David too.
Love the bit in the Post Office, and the Polar bear in the playground.
(Other than stay inside and notify the nearest park ranger with a stun rifle, what DOES one do, exactly, if there's a polar bear in your play ground?) =o)
rated.
-R-
I still count steps periodically, have now gone off honey and am thinking there's some great fodder for further entries in your list. If you chose to share of course.
Sheba: Thanks for coming by and commenting!
Snorevile Pocketpicker: I really don't know the precise method bees employ to make honey, but it has always seemed gross to me.
SweetFeet: Don't wait! Go to Florence! Figure out a way!
Fay: No worries. I don't actually know how bees use pollen to create honey.
The more you know, the more you know.