So in keeping with one of my promises for this “new” blog, I am doing more prompts, nonsensical writing, nothing of substance.
Not sure if this is a good thing for you but for me, it is kind of nice. Less expectation, less pressure, more time to write about things that mean absolutely nothing but might be kind of fun to read.
Today’s prompt is- Five weird things you like
Weird thing I like #1- The smells of skunk
I love the smell of skunks. I am aware that the smell of marijuana is very similar to the scent of skunk. But I know the difference. Not because I have lots of experience smelling marijuana, but because I have a lot of experience smelling skunk.
I grew up in rural Ohio, where the smell of skunk was almost expected on warm summer nights. Skunks like to skulk around at night where they will not be noticed since they dislike people. Skunks, I feel you.
I love the smell of skunks. I am aware that the smell of marijuana is very similar to the scent of skunk. But I know the difference. Not because I have lots of experience smelling marijuana, but because I have a lot of experience smelling skunk.
I grew up in rural Ohio, where the smell of skunk was almost expected on warm summer nights. Skunks like to skulk around at night where they will not be noticed since they dislike people. Skunks, I feel you.
Driving in the country at night is quite difficult. No street lights to guide you for miles, curvy, winding roads of doom, and no real speed limits do not make for skunk crossing-friendly roads. Skunks then permeate the air with their secret weapon: the odor they emit when scared or when hit by a vehicle going fast on a dark, winding, country road.
But nothing beats the smell of a warm skunky summer night.
Wait, did I just discover that the scent I love is also the scent of fear? Or the impending death of my beloved skunk?
Oh no.
Moving on.
Weird thing I like #2- Ketchup on cottage cheese
I like lots of weird food pairings: cheese and potato chips; french fries dipped in tartar sauce; watermelon with salt.
If you’ve never tried it, don’t knock it!
I cannot eat even a bite of cottage cheese alone but add in some ketchup and I will eat an entire container.
There is really nothing else interesting to say about this.
Or my pedal pushers.
Or my sandals.
Weird thing I like # 3- Capri pants
I am here to set the record straight on the Capri-pedal pusher-clam digger debate.
Who knew there was a debate?
Not anyone important.
Capri pants- end at the ankle bone
Pedal pushers- ends mid-calf
Clam diggers- ends at the knee
So the pants I like are really pedal pushers but I call them Capri pants because if I call them pedal pushers, I immediately sound like I am 80.
No matter, I do love my Capri pedal pants and you can’t take them away from me no matter what the Queer Eye guys say.
The guy in the polka dot shirt says capris are a no-go.
I say polka dot shirts are a no-go.
Tomato, tomahto.
Weird thing I like #4- When I miss my grandma, I listen to Bruce Hornsby
Even though she probably had no idea who he was when she was alive.
But for some reason, his music makes me feel closer to her and I have no idea why.
Does anyone else have songs or music that just bring a person you miss, back to you?
I also crave listening to his music when it is a cool fall day.
I told you I was weird; there are no secrets here.
Weird thing I like #5- The smell of chlorine/bleach
I love the smell of my house when it’s towel laundry day. It actually makes me happy to do laundry.
No, it doesn’t but I do love the smell of bleach in my house.
I also love the smell of the indoor pool in a hotel because of the chlorine.
Bleach makes me happy.
If Freud was here to figure it out, it might have something to do with my neat freak tendencies.
Or the pool.
Or it reminds me of being on vacation.
Maye this winter, when things are bleak, I will just wash some white towels, put on some Jimmy Buffet, and douse myself in suntan lotion.
What “weird” things do YOU like?
Please tell me.
I feel so exposed.
A Grace Full Life 
I find these random things interesting and hilarious. Maybe that says a lot about me, too. But ketchup on cottage cheese and the smell of skunks? Ummm…
Weird things about me: I’m sure there’s plenty. But my brain isn’t working too well this morning, so I can’t come up with anything to share. I do remember one really weird thing I loved to eat as a teen when we had bologna in the house. I’d take a piece of bologna, smear it with mayo and then sprinkle it with Parmesan cheese. Roll it up and eat. Just for the record: I haven’t eaten bologna in over 30 years. 😉
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I used to take bologna and American cheese and do the same thing.
OH! One more weird thing I used to do when I was a kid was asking for orange juice in my Cheerios instead of milk.
Can we still be friends?
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One thing people always give me a hard time for is the dipping french fries and/or chicken nuggets in your shake or frosty…but it is amazing and I have no shame. Kind of similar to your watermelon and salt one…sweet and salty combo…
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That is SOOO GOOD. One of Ella’s friends told me she likes to do that with her fries and I told her that her parents are raising her correctly.
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Geeze a Lou! The thrill of trying to get back into WordPress to comment brought back fond memories. So when you forget your password and then you try to pick a new one using the one you tried to enter three times and it won’t let you use it because you used that one too recently…as in YES, THAT WAS SO MY PASSWORD!!!! Moving on…
I will try the cottage cheese with ketchup, if you will try the ketchup in kraft Mac and cheese….wait, are you too classy for the blue box? It works in store brand boxes too…wait, are you too classy for boxed Mac and cheese period?
I am not tall enough to have three different lengths of fancy pants since true capris will just be regular pants for me and then everything else will flow suit and be longer than the rules say! This does remind me to ask if there is an age where we max out in just regular old shorts? I mean, I saw my river road map backs of legs for the first time this year in a Dressing room the other day and while slightly scarred, I still bought some shorter than clam digger shorts.
(Hey, for the effort of. Ring in your comment section, I am going to stay awhile)
Mandolin Rain.
Bleachy clean=peachy keen
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I feel like this is the repeat of the Batman Incident? I feel like that also needs to be a blog post.
OOOH! I will totally try the mac and cheese ketchup thing! And no, I am never too classy for the blue box.
Fancy pants. Please call me that from now on.
I wish I could add music to the comments section so Bruce could play me out…….LISTEN TO THE TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE AS SHE TURNS TO GO (AS SHE TURNS TO GOOOOO OHHHHH.
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Weird about me? Hmm there’s so much- maybe the fact that I often pick things up with my toes. I am tall- why bend over if you don’t have to? My college roomie found my toe abilities odd!
Those smells that you like- ewww! Guessing you like black licorice and nails on a chalk board too.
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I pick things up with my toes and I am only 5 foot 5 but I am lazy about bending over.
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Salt on watermelon – I thought everyone had salt on theirs like me and you!! I also add pepper!!
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I am going to try pepper!!
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There’s a story to why I add pepper, hmm…sounds like a new blog post coming on 🙂
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I want to read that blog post!
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I love him so. Just love him! (Hornsby) He reminds me of my grandparents too, and I’m not sure they’ve ever heard him! I just miss them and his words/piano playing takes me somewhere.
You know this about me, though!
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I love that you love him too. He is SO underrated.
I am actually listening to the Bruce Hornsby Pandora station as I write this.
Was there ever any doubt? 🙂
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My best friend likes the smell of skunk too (I do not and was afraid to let our cat out after spying a skunk around our yard a lot this week!). My grandmother loved Kenny Rogers so when I want to think of her I play lots of his music.
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I love the smell of skunk BUT would never want my dog to get into a tussle with one because to get the smell out of him is HARD.
I love that you have memories of your grandma listening to Kenny. I love his music too. 🙂
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