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6 Weird Things

I saw this on Christy and Becky's blog. I will reply there, but I also felt the need to post my own here for my reference. So, here are 6 weird things about me.

1. I prefer to eat my food in small bites. This goes for everything from potato chips (which I bite off in pieces) to sandwiches and candy bars (which I tear into small bites before eating). I cut up salad and even steak into the smallest bites possible. Yes, I am often the last person eating.

2. I have a freakish memory. Wherever I have worked, I have known by memory all the phone numbers I used and could recall them at any given moment. When something is lost, I can just close my eyes and picture the exact place where I last left or saw it. I can see in my head (and read) pages from books. When I took music lessons, I would have the song completely memorized after 2 play throughs. (My earliest memory is the day my sister was born--I was 18 months old.)

3. I try on clothes in the middle of the store over my own clothes. This works well until an employee stops by to show me the dressing rooms.

4. Everything I own has a story. I'm not a pack rat, but anything I do keep MUST have a story behind it.

5. My first name is also my paternal grandmother's name, so for the early part of my life, we shared the same first and last name. My husband's paternal grandfather and I also share the same first name. Now that I'm married, I share the same first and last name with him.

6. My favorite food is a grilled cheese sandwich. I will even order it in a restaurant. My grandmother makes the best grilled cheese in the world, and always plans it for at least one meal when I visit her.

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