Weirdness is a Trait - That is a Notch Above Normal
One of my Old Addresses
I Moved a Lot When Growing Up
I moved a lot. Every year mom and dad put up the for sale sign for the house. They were always successful at selling the house, since I personally have 17 different addresses to recall from growing up with them.
My oldest sister, who moved out when I was small, like five years old, had news for me. "You think that's impressive? We moved 25 times!!!" This couple with five kids over a period of 15 years had moved forty two times with children. I cannot tell you if there was more previous to having kids, since my mom was [shhhh] pregnant when they got married.
Oh my Gosh. Can you picture that? 42 times of moving. I'd like to tell you that my parents, after getting the empty house syndrome when I moved out would have stopped moving. Nope. My parents continued to move from house to house. They wrecked more of my address books than anyone I know.
I Can Prove It
It just occurred to me that I have my address book from when my parents were both alive. The address book is filled with addresses x'd out from my parents moving. Oh, and the moving bug had infested my brothers and sisters, so they wrecked my address books, too.
Kudo's to Facebook
I would like to personally thank Facebook for providing the means for me to passively take part in the lives of all my friends lives that I have met over the period of my life and the 17 moves that I experienced.
Did I mention the fact that I changed schools with every move and had 9 different schools that I attended?
Here's My Old Address Book
Here's My New One
I Wouldn't Know What Normal Was
I wouldn't be able to identify what other people call normal if it bit me on the butt. I have always been advised that normal is the average. A happy medium between dull and overboard.
I don't know.
I was one of that kid who spent a lot of time at the library, reading the dictionaries that were on the shelves.
I got a lot of attention for devouring the words contained in those books. I would spend hours reading a word, learning the definition and then find a word in the definition that I did not know and would go to that word and repeat the same process.
In high school, there were dictionaries for things other than the norm. There were Medical term dictionaries, legal term dictionaries. I spent a few hours reading the Slang dictionary. I have gone to the online page occasionally for the urban definitions. Those are interesting.
I don't swear much. I'll toss a word out now and again just so I fit in with others, but for the most part, like if I get hurt... I don't swear.Swearing doesn't make me feel better. I hold my breath when I get hurt. It's not healthy but I do that anyway.