KJPcreations

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Lately, I’ve been totally addicted to reading Raybear’s blog. Some days, he’s writing about his cleaning supplies and other days, he shares some tasty jams he’s been grooving on; often, he writes witty rants and quips on various topics or ponders about what to do with all the vegetables in his kitchen. It’s very chatty and I appreciate the tiny glimpses into his life since he lives in the windy city of Chicago and I domicile here in the rainy city of Portland. And it’s the little details that inspire me the most, like knowing he uses with hazel and lavender essential oils for pet odors or that he mounted his own bike rack recently because let’s face it, life is all about the little details.

With that, I am inspired to share a few small details about myself that you may or may not know. I love the feel of receipts printed out at the gas pump; they make me feel all silky. Whenever I go somewhere new, I need to know where the bathroom is. I have an annoying habit of leaving drawers open, forget I did it, and quickly become convinced I am living with a poltergeist. I hide all my athletic socks in the back of my sock drawer because they aren’t as cute as the others. I need the arrangement of food in my refrigerator to look artful. I prefer to leave silly, song-filled messages rather than talk on the phone. I hate the sound of cutlery scraping on plates; the sound gives me the squibbly-geebies. Sometimes, I don’t recycle on purpose and I will throw away a shirt that I no longer wear. I chew food exclusively on the left side of my mouth and I have overly active sweat glands in my right armpit; I wonder if they are related? Thursday is my favorite day of the week and I love to eat in bed. I detest wearing panties. I have a high cervix and suffer from bouts of sciatica; these things are not related. I prefer to eat peanut butter and pickles straight out of the jar. My parent’s wedding cake was in the shape of Jesus; they are divorced now but I don’t blame the big J, shit happens. Sometimes, while I’m driving around, I obsess about why you can still see Wonder Woman when she flies around in her invisible jet. Wouldn’t she be made invisible like some invisible cloak? It makes my brain itch. Why Wonder Woman, why?! I have lots of dreams about losing my contact lenses only to find them in weird places but they are too big and too thick to fit anymore. Rabbit was my first word.