Geesh...this talking about oneself. Do people really read this??Hmmm. Okay...on the off-chance that they do--and seeing as how it's part of the test to get past security at the door--here goes:
I have led a very strange life? Maybe?? I guess it would depend upon one's definition of 'strange.'My childhood was filled with experiences only someone from the early 20th century (or before) could relate to--outhouses, wood burning stoves, candles as a source of light rather than ambiance, using snow shovels as a sled, long days that started with a 4am appointment to milk Farrah (who always stepped in the damn bucket after it was almost full!). Smoked catfish, skinny dipping in the creek, plowing three separate gardens using true horsepower (sweetly named 'Cayenne the Evil Foot Stomper'), butchering defenseless chickens...ahhhh...my childhood. And no, my family wasn't Amish. Well, not formally Amish. We were just dirt poor; though the only time I knew that was when I went to school. Who knew everyone didn't take showers by siphoning water through a hose stuck in a 5 gallon bucket wedged in something above them??
After graduating high school, I was introduced to electricity, cable TV (Mtv!!!!), water that came out of a real sink (showers w/hot water on TAP!), beer (hated it), weed (loved it), Wiccans, Catholics (eh, same thing as Wiccans, kinda), parties, dance clubs, thievery at it's finest....and then, I became a cop.Stayed a cop for a lot of years--and made the rounds in several different detective units--until the corruption just got to be too much (who knew the head honcho really doesn't go in for being told the truth about himself & being told to F*&k off??).Dealt with being clairvoyant & seeing ghosties from the time that I was a child until present day; though I got a handle on it in my 20's. Yes, I see dead people & even talk to them sometimes, big deal. If I listen just right, I can tell someone what's coming up for them, but more often than not, once told, that person will go and do something to screw up the future. So it's really best if people don't know what's coming.
After being a cop, I became a counselor. People got a lotttttta problems--the main one being the person that stares them in the face each morning in the bathroom mirror. There's job security in counseling, for anyone who cares. Well, if you're good at it there's job security. I still counsel people but I take on fewer and fewer clients because truthfully, I'm getting selfish about my time at the ripe old age of 29. Okay, okay, so I'm no longer REALLY 29, but I like that number, so that's what I cop too, if anyone asks.
So what do I do with most of my time now?I cashed in my retirement (prolly a good thing since the economy is going to hell faster than a sled on a greased slalom course at the Olympics). I putter around, try to write on the book I've been farting around with for, like, for-EVER (!!), and sometimes I travel the world, depending upon if I wake up with an itch to scratch.
Hoooo-kay! I think that's probably enough info to pass the test to receive entrance beyond the threshold of the infamous Red Door. Any other questions, just ask. But I plan on giving my opinion via blog once I get past this door and find a nice, quiet lil corner in the big Red Room where I can sit and people watch.Toodles.
People Watching, Exercising/Working Out (LOVE that pain!!), Reading, Learning about anything and everything (one can NEVER have enough knowledge!), Traveling, Writing, Bird Watching, and making candles.
Operation Smile, Catholic Charities, Salvation Army, and, doing my part to help the less fortunate (whenever an opportunity to do so presents itself).
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