6 Weird Things about Meme
Silly Van, sending me these silly things when he should know that they can only scare the childrens… especially since like me, I can’t think of six to narrow it down to. But here goes…
- I have a nearly edetic memory about phone numbers that I’ve called more than twice. Over … well a long time since high school, I can still remember the phone numbers of most of my friends and girlfriends that lasted over a week. I even remembered a number of a buddy that I had called only once six years later – he was freaked.
- Licorice, fennel, anise … anything that smells like black licorice will make me puke. It’s a bad memory from when I was a little kid getting 2-3 migraines a week, and needing Paragoric to get sick (it was the only way to make the migraines subside).
- I’m a Cowboys fan in a Philadelphia Eagles stronghold. But I grew up down the road from Randy White, a Hall of Famer, when I was a kid. We met him before the 1977 season, and I followed the Cowboys throughout the year and their Super Bowl win over the Broncos – in which Randy was the co-MVP. It sealed my fate.
- I have a nearly inexhaustible appetite for trivia, and retain the oddest facts. My wife discovered the rule for me remembering these trivial items – if it has absolutely no real bearing in my life, I’ll remember it forever.. However, I can’t seem to remember to turn off the lights 15 seconds after being asked to. Go figure.
- I’ve broken every finger on my right hand, and every toe on my right foot. I was not in a car accident, and I don’t play street hockey with a concrete ball. I’m a klutz … and well, that wall deserved it.
- If I think of a food item that I want, nothing short of dedicated unconsciousness will stop it short of actually getting it. I’ve been known to keep a craving for Vietnamese for a week, Chicken Satay for a fortnight and Hooter’s wings for months at a time. It drives my wife nuts – but at least she gives in now, because it’s just easier that way.
I have no clue who I’m going to tag for this, because to be honest most of the bloggers I know will ignore it. Hmmm… how about Shep, Bill, Dave, and Shari?
Let’s get together for the Eagles-Cowboys game, I’ll bring the licorice.
That’s just low, man. Particularly on Christmas.
I don’t usually remember phone numbers in that way, but when my mom was taking me to college my freshman year, our minivan broke down and I remembered the phone number of our former next door neighbors, who lived in the area. We hadn’t lived near them for 6-7 years, and I never had any reason to call them, since they lived next door. I still have no idea why I remembered their phone number — but I know it to this day.