I am: made up of my life experiences, but am constantly changing.
I have: about 54 pairs of shoes, most of them red.
I know: that I am unique.
I think: I should have put the fillet in marinade an hour ago.
I don’t think: the weekend is going the way I wanted it to.
I want: to change some very important things soon.
I have: a tendency to cry easily.
I like: avocado pears.
I dislike: self-indulgent, egomaniac, me-me-me drug addicts.
I hate: winter.
I dream: an impossible dream. But still I dream it.
I fear: something so much that I don’t want to put it in writing.
I am annoyed: quite often of late.
I crave: sunlight and starshine.
I usually: drink two cups of coffee a day and three glasses of wine a night.
I search: for some good in everyone, often it is hard.
I hide: my secret pair of Crocs away from everyone.
I wonder: what Marthinus eventually did with his life.
I know: that madness is just a moment away for everyone. Some will evade that moment and others will succumb. Look at the survivors of the Holocaust.
I just can’t help: myself from reacting to bigots.
I regret: a great many things. But looking in the rear view mirror may make me miss a signboard, so …
I love: Quentin Crisp until my dying day.
I can’t live without: writing.
I try to: deliver the best version of me. I really do try.
I enjoy: swimming naked at night in summer.
I don’t care: much for Chardonnay.
I always: dry my feet first when I get out of the bath.
I never want to: be misunderstood, but it happens all the time.
I rely on: my husband, too much perhaps.
I believe: that there are things I cannot change.
I dance: and it embarrasses people, so I try to only do it when I am alone.
I sing: and my family get very cross about it.
I argue: badly. I am non-confrontational and generally a pacifist.
I write: constantly, without it I would die.
I win: wine sometimes in competitions. I am lucky that way.
I lose: my reading spectacles very frequently.
I wish: I could fix something I broke.
I listen: to classic rock on DMX channel 119 almost all the time.
I don’t understand: Swedish, but I am working on it.
I’m scared of: again, I can’t write it down.
I forget: family birthdays. Always.
I am happy: enough.
32 Comments
…….loved reading this……
This is fabulous…in fact, I feel like I penned the answers to a lot of these. I don’t have a gazillion pairs of shoes…anymore, and am ever impressed that so many of your are red!
The shoes are like a journal of places I’ve been, things I’ve seen
Thanks for reading suzicate.
Hi Cindy, would you mind if I used this for a post of my own?
Please go ahead MTM
Very much enjoying the work on your site, Cindy. Added ya to my growing blogroll!
Thank God! Someone else besides my mother (post mortem) and me forgets birthdays! I have them ALL in my Outlook reminder system that chimes reminders. I have them ALL recorded in an appointment book cum diary-for-being-in-the-thick-of-thin-things. When Outlook tinkles its demand for acknowledgment, I shudder over ‘what the sam hill has gone wrong with the computer now’!
How is it that the one birthday that was not assigned a chime was the one for whom I had the pot luck dinner? Okay, it was a month late!
Thank God for loving friends with a secret desire to protect eccentrics.
I am going to revel in your blog, Cin! Many thanks. – Amy
I called my sister today to with here happy birthday and it was yesterday! I do have a little bit of an excuse, Only found out about here about 15 or so years ago, so I didn’t grow up with her or anything. But still… it was very embarrassing. :-]
Hi Cindy
Thanks again for stopping by my blog. I have just subscribed to receive your updates so I won’t miss out on anything.
Mandy
Looking forward to sharing.
Thanks Mandy, I was really impressed by the quality of your posts.
I love your poem and will definitely be stopping by now that I found you. I saw your comment on Charlies site and had to check you out.
Hi River, thanks
Hi, I have a food blog in California and I just linked to you. I got your url from Richard Scott at a Meetup. could you link to me?
Certainly Preeva, will pop over and visit your blog immediately, any friend of Rik’s is a friend of mine
Hi Cindy!
I just stopped by your blog and was amazed. I think we have some things in common because I love writing, too. I mean, my blog is about food and recipe, but I write a lot (novels, mostly) in my spare time (what? Do I have time to spare? Mmm…), though I wouldn’t dare post them on my blog. I’m too scared! Anyway, I love your work.
P.S. This post is superb!
Thanks for the visit Rita. I just love making new friends
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Hi Cin!!!! Nice to read your blogs here.
*grin*
That was so very interesting. I love to hear that I am not the ony one who forgots family birthdays. This year at Christmas, my mother gave me a list of them all. I put it on the refridgerator and I’m sure I have probably already missed one or two!
I think my family have just given up on me
Thanks for the visit.
Love you
I love you not your best version.
Sjoe, dis jy!! dankie vir die deel.
Dankie vir die lees
Happy Birthday…I headed here after reading Tilly’s post to you. i had read it when I first discovered you blog…
Indeed, you are unique…I enjoy reading your blogs and look forward to seeing your blogs show up … makes my day perfect.
Hope you are having a wonderful birthday… and many more.
Peace and love,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
Happy Birthday
please can you give me the name of the Chinese store with wonton wrappers???
The Chinese supermarket has closed, but there is another one in the Carreira Centre – just a block up from the Brightwater Commons.
thanks very much for this. I saw Donna Hay uses the wonton wrappers in stead of pasta sheets to make ravioli, among other things. Definately something to try.
Cheers
Grieta
You’re welcome