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August Blog Challenge Day 1



Okay, I ran across this blog challenge.  And since August is my birthday month.  And a hard month for us, I thought I'd see if I can complete this.

So the first one, 20 random facts about me! (Had to do 25 because my birthday is the 25th.)
  1. I don't like ice cream.  
  2. I take in all strays.  Kids, cats, dogs...if they need a place to be, then I've got room.
  3. I'm not a traveler.  I hate to be lost.  And I miss my dogs.
  4. I spent the night in jail once.
  5. I hate romantic movies.  Actually, most movies.  I fall asleep.
  6. I overthink everything.
  7. I adore my kids and am extremely proud of the people they've grown to be.
  8. I own every book Stephen King has ever written.  Even the Richard Bachman ones.
  9. I love too much and my heart gets broken every day.
  10. Driving while listening to music is my therapy.
  11. When I'm happy, I can't stop talking. When I'm sad, I'm silent.
  12. I'm sad at some point every day.
  13. I love to hear how people got their names.
  14. I love my job and can't believe they pay me to do it.
  15. I am a master of the INFJ Door Slam.
  16. But I'm loyal as hell.  Once I love you, it's for life.
  17. I've killed every plant I've ever owned with the exception of one.
  18. People matter, damn it.
  19. I drink iced coffee, every day, no matter the weather.
  20. I never drink water.
  21. I miss Dave and Doug and Kyle every day. Every single day.
  22. I read.  Anything.  Everything.
  23. My favorite food is cheese.
  24. I know way too much about the brain.  But I make decisions with my heart.
  25. I believe in love.

Now...tell me in the comments a random fact about yourself.

Comments

  1. I love building things and using power tools.

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    1. Yay, Patti! I can always count on you to comment! You're the best. The absolute best. And I have no doubt you can handle any power tool. You rock.

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  2. I love to eat at lunch counters and bars and talk to strangers. --KP :-)

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    1. Love this. Wish I was brave enough

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  3. I am never on time - I am almost ALWAYS early by at least 15 minutes.

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    1. Me either. But 15 minutes late. When I text "on my way" I mean I'm still in bed.

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