6, er, 3 Weird Things…
Happy New Year! And I hope you’ve had a lovely holiday! Yes, it’s been a while - I can’t even believe how long! Suffice it to say I’ve had a busy-but-lovely holiday season. I hope all is well with you as it is with me and hopefully I’ll get up enough nerve to tell Homer about this blog so I can do this more openly from home and not waste so many *cough* precious work hours doing it. HA!
Anyway, here is the 6 (scratch that) 3 Weird Things About Me I promised you months ago, it seems. Sorry for the delay, but I really couldn’t think of more than 3. I meant to ask people what they find weird about me, but that’s just opening myself up to scary things, I think.
- I believe in past lives, reincarnation, old souls and all that stuff. More specifically, I believe that in my most recent past life, I was a war widow. I’m almost positive that I lost a husband, someone that would have been the love of my life because any time I come across something that suggests someone’s died in battle and left behind wives/fiancées/children, ooooh, the waterworks just start. It’s almost like I feel the loss acutely again and again, like there’s a wound in my heart that’s not healed. It’s also the only explanation I have for the reaction I have to movies about war, or newscasts about fallen soldiers or commercials for Remembrance Day – I become nearly inconsolable. I’ve tried to control this a bit more since I met and married Homer because I think I’ve been a lot happier since I met him and they don’t have quite the same affect on me, plus it freaks him right the fuck out when I burst into tears over a commercial. But, still…
- I am an enormous Bruce Springsteen fan. And I almost have to list this one under protest because I find that COMPLETELY NORMAL about myself. But just about everyone I know thinks I’m completely weird about it; even obsessed, some say. Of course, when they say that, I point out that I could be a lot worse – there ARE Springsteen fans out there MORE obsessive than me for sure. I’ve met some of them, okay? I am NOT that bad. Granted, the fact that I’ve been to 13 Springsteen concerts in the last 15 years may sound like a lot – I’ll give you that (BTW, Concert #14 is scheduled for March 30 in Vancouver. Wheee!). And really, my only response is that no two of those concerts were the same, not even two of the 7 I saw on the same tour, swear to God. And part of the appeal of going to numerous concerts of his is that DAMN he has a lot of fun up there! It’s infectious – I leave every concert with no voice and a feeling of complete euphoria, having laughed and cried and sang along all night. So maybe that’s where the weirdness comes in – I do get emotional over Bruce. It’s hard to explain but I know other fans are the same way. Bruce is part of our families; he’s the soundtrack to our lives and loves and hopes and dreams and fears. So recently, when I heard that Danny Federici, one of the original 5 band members, was taking a leave of absence due to illness and the rumor was cancer, well, it brought me to tears. Like it’s happening to a close friend.
- I think I can cook/bake anything. Which probably doesn’t sound weird, but I frequently have grandiose plans that don’t quite come to fruition (I am a good cook, tho, don’t get me wrong – which is why this blog will one day be part food blog just as soon as I remember to take pictures of what I’m baking/cooking before shoving it down my gullet.). For instance, I recently attempted my first Julia Child dish, Coq au Vin, which actually requires ¼ cup of brandy to be lit on fire in your pot on the stove. Yeah, I’m sure that took a few years off my life, but I didn’t even balk at that when I read the recipe – it was more like, “Flambe??? COOL!” Homer was a little more concerned, but my Coq au Vin was well worth all the work in the end. And I’m sure it had nothing to do with Homer getting the stomach flu later that evening…
