The Write Stuff

Time to bite the bullet. I’ve been tagged twice – first by Cindy (Mothermark) and then by Judy (StampingQueenJar) so here are the rules as I understand them:

1. I love scary movies. Always have. Even when I was a kid, I would wait up on Saturday nite for the late thriller that came on at 11:00.  The problem was, at 10:55 the station always had a 5 minute message from the Weber Road Church of Christ. The man reciting the message must have been a hypnotist because he knocked me out in under 2 minutes. Every time.

2. As kid, I was always “finding” things. Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits. Sick, injured, lost. Then I’d bring them home. My dad finally had to ask me to stop finding things. My parents thought I would be a vet. I still find things. If someone says they’re looking for an item, I will, almost w/o fail, come across it.>

3. This may sound weird, but I’ve always liked my name. Growing up, I would hear others say how they hated their name. Or they wanted to be called something else. Not me. Up until high school, I hadn’t even met another Julie.  Now we are everywhere, lol.

4. There was a total solar eclipse the day I was born. (That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?) I was born just after the maximum totality part. I also have this weird magnetic thing. Before I had a quartz watch, I had a whole drawer full of  wind up watches. I couldn’t wear one for more than about 8 hours. They would just stop. So I’d change it out for another. And keep going. After a day or so in the drawer, they would start working again. The first generations of electronic cash registers always went haywire when I got near them. So did the first cordless phones. Back when we had the old floppy disks, my husband swore I could erase them by just sitting near them.

5. I was pretty much fearless growing up. Jump in the lake kind of thing before I knew how to swim. I was also the emergency room kid of the family. Go figure! Stitches, tetanus shots, rabies shots (yes, in the stomach), broken fingers, leg and toes.

6. Until I was 11, I was the shortest kid in all my classes. In 3rd grade, all the kids decided it would be fun to have a race between the shortest boy and the shortest girl (guess who?), I won, but wearing my dreaded little Mary Janes was like wearing ice skates when i hit the concrete sidewalk and I went thru the window of an empty classroom. Whoops! Please refer to fact #5 as this was another emergency room visit. Good news, though. At 11, I grew a lot taller and for 1 year was the tallest in my class.

7. In case you haven’t guessed, I was a tomboy. And one w/ a vivid imagination. When the kids on my block played army, I had to be the 5 star general. My dad is a computer programmer and he used to bring home key punch cards for me to play with. You know, all 0’s and 1’s. I devised a secret code only I and my best friend could read. We also built a very fine, two story treehouse. With lookout posts. And we tried to charge the other kids a nickel to come up in our wonderful treehouse. I hope the old lady on the corner never found out that it was me who told all the other kids about how she buried someone in her garage. She probably never knew why none of them would set foot in her yard.

Okay, so now I am tagging these seven people.