50 MORE Things about moi....

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51. I want to make love to/with another woman

52. I would not mind having a threesome either – if it felt right

53. I want to make love in a church or in a sacred place, or in a cemetery (again)

54. At times, I yearn for/crave red meat but I am primarily a vegetarian

55. At times I think of using violence as means to ‘solve problems’ as in I’d have no problem being a member of the IRA or *laughs* a French Freedom Fighter – but I so abhor violence….

56. While I am scared to death (no pun intended) of crucifixes I love ancient and very old churches.

57. When my best friend from grade-school died and we went to her funeral (we were in Catholic school together) – I was crying and the other kids made fun of me DURING MASS – I actually ran home instead of going back to class on the day of her funeral cause I was so distraught – I hope all those kids (now adults) rot in hell – I KNOW she’s in heaven – I miss you, Donna…

58. I sometimes can’t remember my own mom’s face –she’s been gone too long

59. I met and had to hang out with Cloris Leachman through a job of mine – I was the admin for a company that placed people in housing (usually visiting stars from shows on tour here in town, ballerinas, and sports figures – it was corporate housing). Ms. Leachman at the time was in her 70s (I believe) and she made me go around with her to DIFFERENT competitors cause she did not like OUR accommodations – at one point she actually said to a manager of one of the firms: ‘Who do you have to fuck to get a decent apartment to stay in here in Cleveland?’ – she immediately became one of my heroes at that moment.

60. My taste in sex has changed over the years and approaches ‘darker’ aspects the older I get – it’s kind of scary at times…but manageable.

61. My senior year in HS I worked at a state run mental institution – which is now closed due to the patients being abused

62. I got to actually ride on the ‘City of New Orleans’ train…incredible

63. It would appear (and this is a very recent revelation) that I have/have had ‘stalkers’ – but they aren’t overt – with the exception of my most recent ex and even he has curtailed his actions a bit.

64. I want to quit my job and teach Yoga full time

65. I want to make breakthroughs with Yoga in the field of modern medicine

66. I want to teach Yoga to inner city school kids

67. I want to form a Yoga collective for teachers

68. I’d like to live in India or the Middle East for a time – Morocco seems to be coming up a lot (India is a must though).

69. I’d like to join a monastery (for a time – probably not permanently)

70. Barring #69 (which you have admit the ‘thing’ about me on that line so totally does not match the ‘symbolism’ we seem to attach to the number 69) – I would not mind living with the Amish (got this one from Erin) but the more I think about that the more I’d like to live ‘away’ from other people in general.

71. I sometimes think that the dreams I have – because of the nature of them – are actually taking place in a parallel universe

72. I STILL get premonitions in dreams and they are usually pretty accurate – and they scare the hell out of me

73. I have experienced other people (that I know) coming to me in my dreams – it’s been more pronounced lately – Erin was the first one to really ‘break through’ on a very intense level…we barely knew each other and it scared the hell out of me big-time

74. I believe in reincarnation (somewhat) and have had some ‘inklings’ of who I was in past lives….2 that seem very strong are a witch (she was murdered – yeah no shit – but not burned, she was drowned), and an Indian (American) princess – there are others as well – they seem to be from the Middle East – but the impressions are much fainter.

75. I am not a strong swimmer. Therefore I have a fear of drowning – which may actually go back to thinking I was a witch and drowned in my past life…of course it could also have something to do with my cousin Rocky (that’s right I said Rocky) throwing me in a swimming pool when I had not yet learned how to swim…

76. I love to color with crayons in colouring books even to this day

77. I love to play jacks

78. I love to play hopscotch

79. I love to play hide-and-seek – but I want to do it on a ‘grown up’ level (LOL like in a cemetery)

80. I have lived in ‘haunted’ houses – as a child and as an adult – I also stayed with some friends who had a ghost in residence that was following the wife from home to home as they moved.

81. One of my first Internet friends was a man from Geneva Switzerland. At the time I was using IRC through CWRU’s Freenet – he kept ‘buzzing’ me to talk to him because of the profile I had put up stating that I spoke, read, and wrote in French – we began a correspondence, it turned out he was one of the head Chief Technical Officers for W.H.O. – he used to send me stuff from all over the world…I am actually going to do a blog piece about this because it’s a really cool story (musing to self: I wonder what ever happened to him).

82. I have people trying to ‘friend’ me from all over the world – in many ways because of my blog and my name (Colette) – it is at times very frightening yet flattering – I’ve been propositioned several times, the worst one was being asked if someone could be my sexual ‘slave’…um yeah OK….<*rolls eyes*>

83. At one time I wanted to be an archaeologist

84. I also wanted to be a lawyer – but then I realized how unhappy I would have been

85. I used to be for the death penalty – what changed me was reading the book ‘Dead Man Walking’ – I no longer support the death penalty

86. I am not a Democrat, nor am I a Republican – in a way I abhor both parties – I consider myself an ‘Independent’ – I hope you all do as well – but this is not meant to be a political tirade

87. I once passed out in church due to the fumes from the incense – I think the nuns may have felt I experienced a ‘miracle’ (LOL)

88. In our church the monsignor once gave a sermon chastising one of our favourite (young(er)) nuns for sun-bathing in a bikini (*smirks* - did you get too much of an eyeful, Father?)

89. I can not eat oatmeal or cream of wheat in any shape or form

90. I can not eat grits either

91. When I was about 11 years old some kid on his bike in our neighborhood made the mistake of knocking a bag of groceries out of my mother’s arms (in full view of me), I chased him down on foot, caught him (yes he was riding his bike and I ran that fast), knock him off of his bike and proceeded to jump on him and give him a bloody nose. I was told to go and apologise to him (I did) and when his mother tried telling me it was because his dad had just died I told her to shove it – talk about being a brat – I was so not compassionate in that moment – but man when my family is being hurt I know I can pull out my can of whoop-ass.

92. I am scared of math – yeah it’s stupid – it’s just not my forte

93. I had a cancer scare last year – it made me think and change A LOT.

94. For the most part when it comes to my health, I am very laid back – in the kind of ‘what you don’t know, can’t hurt you' camp.

95. As an example of #94 – when I was like 4 months along with my son – the doctor told me that she felt my AFP (amnio fetal protein) test results were too low – even though she knew (as did I because she had me taking my basal body temp so that I would GET pregnant in the first place) the exact day/time of my son’s conception (which in essence at this point meant her math was wrong – see why I am afraid of math?) SO in essence she told me that I was probably going to have a Down’s Syndrome child and I had like one week to decide whether I wanted to ‘terminate’ (I swear to God these were her words) the pregnancy. At that point I went a little nuts – I told her over and over she had to be wrong – that my husband and I had been trying for like 3 years to have this baby – she insisted she was right – she also insisted that the ONLY way to find out was to go through an amniocentesis – well the risk of miscarriage is a bit high with that so I said No! That there had to be another way – we finally agreed to an ultrasound – and proved her wrong. The bitch. My point: Women have been having babies forever without these damnable tests, sometimes just because you have the ‘technology’ to do something does not necessarily mean you have to make some poor soul your guinea pig – ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’….

96. I once rescued a cat down in Houston, TX (beautiful gray Persian-mix) – he was tied (by rope) to a bush and being fed spare-ribs and doughnuts, I cut him loose (after seeing him like this for 2-3 days in a row – his food was covered with ants – fire ants) – I took him home – and he promptly took to me and began ‘sunning' himself in my big picture window. After a couple of days, a Mexican guy showed up at my door knocking – I opened the door and he pointed at ‘Fang’ (I had named him Fang because of his protruding canines) and said: “Por favor senora, Gato?” – I said “Gato my ass buddy, Greencard! If I ever see you mistreat another animal you are going back to Mexico – got it?” He promptly left. Well when we moved out of this complex, some kids (Mexican – sorry but it’s true) broke into our apt and ‘kidnapped’ the cat and SPRAY PAINTED HIM WITH SHELLAC! I was able to rescue him again – he was nearly dead and I had to cut all his fur off (cause you can’t dip a cat in turpentine) – needless to say he lived 18 more years. He was one of the best pets I’ve ever had

97. I have (ever since being married to my son’s dad), had Tortoise-shell cats in my life – they were always found or ‘given’ to us – which as it turns out is a tradition in M’s (my son’s father) family – it always struck me as odd but really cool at the same time.

98. I now actually like Sushi (a lot!) – thanks Erin

99. I was not intending to tell ‘stories’ with this ’50-more-things post’…sorry.

100 Since I have been an adult I have not had a birthday party thrown for me – (nor do I want one) – I kind of despise them (for adults) – not sure why – probably cause mine was never celebrated on my birthday – it was always celebrated on St. Patrick’s Day (thanks Dad – I am not complaining – some people think that it’s cool).