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Seven Things You May Not Know About Me


SEVEN THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME

  1. I often take the long way home, just so I can drive by the farm that houses two darling Arabian foals in their frontmost pasture. I most certainly squealed the first time I spotted them.
  2. Making friends with people my own age does not come naturally to me. While I've worked at it over my lifetime and I'm fairly competent at having a conversation with someone born in the same decade as me, I feel most comfortable talking with people my grandparents' age.
  3. Brushing my teeth is at least a four-times-a-day occurrence for me. My husband laughs when I brush my teeth right before dinner. A delicious meal is always more enjoyable when partaken with a truly clean palate. 
  4. I'm a cheddar cheese snob. After sampling a smattering of cheddar cheeses from Harmon's, Walmart, Macey's, and more, I can confidently tell you that Smith's Kroger-Brand-Sharp-Cheddar-Cheese-Block is supremely superior.
  5. Secretly, I'm an old person myself. I may have been born in the 90's, but my hobbies reflect someone at least three decades older than me... I quilt. I make soap. I create jam. I peruse cookbooks for fun, gush over snail mail, and happily eat cottage cheese. 
  6. One of my favorite films of all time is The Four Feathers. This film is severely underrated and underknown (yep. That's a word now). What I love about it?  Here's just a piece: The main character... his ferocity in friendship, his courage amidst relentless danger, his loyalty in love. After you watch it, if you feel so inclined, reach out to tell me your thoughts and I'll tell you more of mine regarding this cinematic masterpiece. (DISCLAIMER: There are two scenes that I skip each time, because my dad skipped over them when we watched it together while I was a teen. I don't totally know what's contained in those scenes but I don't think it's necessary or suitable. If you watch this film, I encourage you to skip to the next scene at the beginning of the film when a locker scene begins, and a little later on in the film when you're introduced to slave traders). 
  7. Someday I want to be a legit Jazz singer.

Comments

  1. Wait. Which Four Feathers? Is it the old one? Have you read the book?

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  2. It's the one with Heath Ledger, I haven't read the book (have you?) though I'm feeling now that I surely need to!

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  3. Yes, I have; it's on my bookshelf at home. I liked the old movie a lot.

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  4. I'm watching the Four Feathers tonight for date night--thank you for the recommendation! And I'm an old soul too--cottage cheese, cook books, snail mail, canning, old movies, it's all fabulous to me!

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    1. Somehow I missed this comment before! Marissa I LOVE That you're an old person, too! So good to know another old/young soul :)

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