I was asked by Cookiebitch to be a guest at her blog house, and of course, I jumped up and down and gave her one of my favourite posts. I loves me some Cookiebitch, I does.
And, now, because this is my real One Hundredth Post ( I think, by my calculations) the rest of my 100 things will be listed here and on it’s very own page for posterity. Or posteriors. Cause sometimes I can be a horse’s arse.
76. I fear pain.
77. And I fear having made no imprint on this planet with my bad self.
78. The unknown does not frighten me.
79. Nutbar religions frighten me. And their nutbar congregations.
80. I always make eye contact with panhandlers, even if I don’t donate.
81. I feel it is important to acknowledge that they are human in my eyes.
82. I suspect they give me the finger when I walk past without donating.
83. I am 1/8 Native Canadian by blood. Passamaquoddy tribe.
84. My family was ashamed and rejected this heritage.
85. I was always strongly drawn to Native spirituality.
86. My grammie is my favourite living rellie, other than my sons.
87. I can remember things that happened when I was very, very young.
88. Some of them were very bad things.
89. I don’t remember a hug from my parents when I was a kid.
90. I use a pendulum for gambling. I almost always win.
91. I don’t gamble much. It feels like cheating somehow.
92. I hate going anywhere that requires me to wear a bra.
93. I smoked weed, but not until my brain had formed (age 24)
94. My friends marvelled that I didn’t do drugs because I was so off the wall with my badarse, twisted sense of humour.
95. I used to have a collection of pens and marker.
96. ABB demolished it by taking some into the black hole that is his room.
97. Psychics have big egos. They are used to being right.
98. Family members do not appreciate this quality.
99. When ABB accuses me of reading his mind, I say “It’s a mom thing.”
100.* ABB is Ass Burger Boy
