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You know you want to.

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I have to admit I expected better of myself.

Our house is filled with quirky, bizarre, WTH is that? items.

They clutter our basement, our garage, our barn, our sheds and two embarrassing (close them quickly!) closets.

But when I pulled out the actual junk drawer in the kitchen for inspection?

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It was disappointingly run of the mill.

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A CO2 canister size list, some cut flower life extending powder, a water pistol, a dice game, a Marine Corps challenge coin, a spare hummingbird feeder cover, a feline medicine syringe and a wine cork.

Nothing bizarre. Nothing quirky.

How boring.

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Your turn…

Dazzle me with your weird drawer contents.

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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.

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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.

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Blech.

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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.

I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.

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Health food it’s not.

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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.

I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.

So my question is… yay or nay?

Where do you stand on Spam.

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Because your brain needs a work out every now and then.

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I figure I would have lasted about an hour and a half, and only if I didn’t leave the cave.

I’m a lot of things, but a survivalist isn’t one of them.

I don’t camp. ( nowhere to plug in my blow dryer )

I can’t make fire. ( without a lighter )

I don’t fish and I don’t hunt. ( unless it’s down a grocery aisle )

Hell, I can’t even tell a good mushroom from a poisonous one. ( though in the late 70’s I discovered a different kind of good ‘shroom 😉 )

Yup, an hour and a half sounds about right.

How about you?

What’s your prehistoric survival time limit…

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No snarky comments necessary, I’m aware humans and dinosaurs didn’t co exist.

Or did they…?

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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…

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That’s easy.

If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.

Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”

There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.

How about you?

What should we say after you’re gone….

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It’s as easy as answering a question.

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Thinking about my answer to this question, I realize I’ve lead a charmed life.

My childhood was innocent and idyllic with two loving and supportive parents.

My adolescence was a little wild, but I always knew right from wrong and when too much was too much.

My married life started at age 20 and continues 40 years later, well loved and well cared for.

I have never been to war, been assaulted or been in a bad car accident. I have never had serious physical health issues and my mental state is stable. (Though some might disagree)

Mortal danger?

The closest I can come is being stuck in river mud up to my chest when I was 10 years old. I crossed what I thought was a dry creek bed when my mother wasn’t looking and got seriously stuck. Every time I tried to move I sunk further down and my mother… ever useless in a crisis… just screamed hysterically from the bank. Thankfully some local college guys came to my rescue with picnic blankets tied together like rope. I remember being freaked out, not to mention filthy… but mortal danger might be stretching it.

Of course my husband drives like a raped ape and some say I take my life in my hands every time I get in his car… so there is that.

How about you?

How close have you come to mortal danger.

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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.

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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.

Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.

A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.

Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.

How about you?

What can’t you do without..

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You know the drill…

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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.

If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.

I’ll start –

I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.

I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.

Now you.

What weird thing don’t we know about you?

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It won’t take long.

And you are already here.

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I think it was 1976…

Kean College, New Jersey.

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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.

Bruce… and The E Street Band.

The Born To Run tour.

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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.

It was epic to a 13 year old.

And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….

It doesn’t get better than that.

How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…

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