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74. My cat won't drink out of a bowl. She insists that I put a glass of water on my nightstand. Once I tried to force her to drink out of a regular pet bowl and she sat on my nightstand and yelled at me until I gave her her glass.

75. I think my Dad accidentally caused this. He brought me water every night before bed. Typical cat.

76. When my brother and I wouldn't get up in the morning my Dad would put ice on us. How mean...no wonder I hated mornings.

77. My Mom put breakfast out for us every morning and my cat would jump up on the stool next to me and wait for me to give her milk.
78. I'm addicted to online scrabble. I don't even like playing the real thing anymore. You actually have to count your own words.
79. Do you say BBQ or grill out? I say grill...it's not BBQ unless you use BBQ sauce hell---o people!
80. I love hot dogs. I know what they are made of...no need to tell me. I don't care, I still love them.

59. My Mom used to tell me that "everything will be better in the morning".  She's right.  I am now 26 and have to tell myself that sometimes.  

60.  Have you ever noticed how quiet a car sounds at night?

61.  I just spent the better part of two days finishing a project I started last August.  Now that it's done...I don't like it and am starting a new project in it's place.

62.  I should write a memoir called "An Incomplete Life" and not because I feel my life is lacking anything...but because I never finish anything.  Add that to a long list of faults.  

63.  Faults are good.

64.  My cat never wants to lay on my lap when I want her to...but as soon as I get this computer out...I get this: dddaaaajiig oooo (I guess she wanted to add her own entry)

65.  I took two Benadrylls before logging in.  Now I can't type.

66.  I could sleep through almost anything as long as I'm in bed.  I can't sleep on a couch, in a car or on a plane.

67.  I just finished reading 8 books in less than two weeks.

68.  I have the memory of an elephant, a nose like a polar bear (google it), and hearing like a noctuid moth.

69.  I also have a very strong gut feel...call it a woman's intuition...or whatever you'd like...but I'm almost never wrong.  

70.  My brother and I loved riding our big wheels down my Grandma and Grandpa's driveway.  One time my brother crashed and I carried him back up to the house.  It was more of an attempt to carry him all the way.  

71.  Another time my brother and I were bucked off a horse because my Grandparents white cat jumped out of the bushes and scared it.  My brother landed on me.  

72.  And yet another time...I was seeing how high I could push him on a rope swing (off a tree and over a hill)...right when the rope went completely taught...it snapped and sent him flying down the hill.

73.  I used to obsessively wash my hands.

36.  Have you ever wondered how people discovered that pineapple tastes good...how to grind up trees and make paper...and who decided that women should wear makeup and high heels? Yup....this is how I spend my day...figuring out how people figured things out.

37.  When I was younger I used to pretend like I was being interviewed. Like a movie star I guess.  Except I would ask myself the questions....then answer them...outloud!!  Not very movie-star-esque.  If I wasn't so terrible at public speaking maybe I should be a reporter.

38.  I just got back from Seattle and was amazed at the cleanliness of the city.  Even in the heart of downtown!!  Which brings me to #39...

39.  Why in the world do I (or anyone) live in misery....oops (ironically that was really a typo) I meant Missouri.  Just saying.

40.  I guess misery is just easier to type than Missouri.

41.  Have I MENTIONED before that clicking on the ads on this page gets me paid.  Not only does it get me paid...but you might find something you never thought you needed!!

42.  I've been told by many people that I use too many !!!! when I type.  I only do that because I like !!!...who likes to end a sentence with a boring period?  

43.   I'm full of ideas....book ideas (can't write), movie ideas (again...that writing thing really gets me), business ideas, creative ideas....I'm a dreamer.  

44.  Someone very wise (for his age that is) told me that ideas are only good if you do something with them.  That pissed me off.  My daydreams make me who I am...but he was right...good ideas need follow-thru.

45.  The song "where are you going my little one" always makes me cry.  Even typing that made me tear up.  That's not normal.  I know that if and when I get married my Dad will sing it...I won't like it.

46.  People that say "fount" instead of "found" make me laugh.  

47.  My friends ask me "how did you know that" or some variation of that.  My friends ask that a lot.  My typical response...either my Dad or my Grandpa taught me.  

48.  I'm more handy than most men.  I don't hide it either.

49.  My brother and I would walk with Grandpa in the woods...until Grandma whistled....it was time for lunch.  Then she would whistle again....really time for lunch.

50.  My Dad also whistled...and all the neighborhood kids knew what that meant.  Mark anD Carly better hurry home.

51.  I can probably sing most songs on any radio station.  My Mom has great taste in music and she would dance in the car to embarrass us.  Now I do that...except I'm embarrassing myself.

52.  I named Bowser (dog, Boston Terrier) by accident.  He was nameless for weeks and then he fell off my bed and I yelled "oh no Bowser".  Don't think I've ever said that word before in my life....but it was perfect.  

53.  If I had to eat the same meal for the rest of my life I would eat:

either king crab legs or ahi tuna steaks (rare) mmm, fresh pineapple, my Mom's chocolate sheet cake and white corn mixed with Velveeta shells and cheese. mmm 

54.  I mmm a lot.  Especially when I eat.

55.  Good teeth, big hands, and tall.  That will get you in the door.  

56.  When I die I don't want to be buried.  I think it is a depressing waste of time, money, important space and resources.  I would rather be dumped at the lake where everyone can see me every summer and remember the good times.  Much better than visiting me at some sad, lonely graveyard with no happy memories.  Toss me in Big Bay and sing and dance and drink instead.  

57.  So to not end this post on a depressing note...I'll rack my brain for something else.

58.  I'm not even finished with my current apartment and already I am tired of the decor.  

58. !!!!!!!!!