I have a bad knee that doesn’t like climbing stairs, especially in damp weather. Once or twice, it’s crapped out on me, and I’ve gone tumbling down the stairs, along with whatever I’m carrying. I don’t like falling down the stairs any more that you like me falling on you on the stairs. But I don’t seem to have a choice at times.
Leave me alone when I’m going upstairs. Let me use the handrail. If I stop halfway up; well, I stop because I cannot go any further at this point in time. Go around me. I’ll be along in a few minutes.
My eccentric method of tying shoelaces has attracted global scientific interest.
Despite spending years in a laboratory being watched by men in white coats, none of them can figure out how the laces stay fastened after I have tied them.
Seriously? I type really fast with two fingers (the index finger and middle finger of my right hand). Sometimes it freaks people out. I’ve always written like this, and I’m probably too old to learn how to type properly now.
My origins are truly intercontinental. Paternal and Maternal grandparents born in Europe, Maternal grandfather born in Africa, Maternal grandmother born in South America.
All with origins in Asia (Middle East, to be precise).
I have a diagonal hair part. At my hairline, my natural part is on the right side of my head, and at the crown it’s on the left. So it makes for a bad hair day every single day. However, it wasn’t always like this; it changed in my early 30’s.
I used to fart quite a lot and could summon them at will, but couldn’t burp. I don’t think I burped until, again, my 30’s. Now I can’t fart but burp frequently, and yes, can do it at will.
As soon as I lay down to go to sleep, my sinuses shut completely, so I breathe through my mouth all night. But I don’t snore. In the morning I get out of bed, and I can once again breathe through my nose.
Oh- and I love soft pretzels with ketchup, and have since I was a kid. Everyone always turns their nose up at it, but I’ve never understood why. You put mustard on a hotdog, you put ketchup on a hotdog. You put mustard on a pretzel, why can’t you put ketchup on a pretzel?
Although all my direct blood relatives have European roots, I have relatives in my extended family from all continents except South America and Africa (and Antarctica )
– My mom’s parents sponsored a student from India and ever since their family has been an extended part of ours - we call them aunt and uncle and invite them to all family functions.
– My (other) uncle’s family has adopted three children from Korea.
– My mom’s second husband was part Cherokee, so my half-sister is part Cherokee.
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