61. I would not say I am superstitious, but when I drive over a bridge, I hold my breath.
62. I also make a wish when the clock shows the same numbers (e.g. 2:22). My wishes are always the same: I wish I could lose five pounds. So far, the numbers are not magicially helping me in this mission.
63. I wouldn’t say I’m superstitious, but that I’m pessimistic. For example, I was going to write “I have never had a speeding ticket.” But my thoughts were, if I write that, I will get a speeding ticket, so better to not say it. I think my mind is maybe broken a little.
64. How many people still write alittle or alot instead of a little or a lot. I am ashamed to say it took me until I was in college to realize I was writing it wrong. Now, it is bothersome to see someone else’s mistakes. Ignorance is indeed, bliss.
65. I have worked for doctors, lawyers and engineers. I am now able to read anyone’s handwriting, no questions asked.
66. Well, ok, sometimes I have to ask.
67. When I was a senior in high school, I took pottery for two semesters. I wasn’t the best in my class, but I was good at centering the clay on the wheel. So there were a handful of people that I would center their clay for them every day. My friend Christa could make really tall vases even though she never cut her nails. I wasn’t that great at vases, but I would say that I chose really interesting projects like once, I made a coil-pot with a lizard crawling out of it. Another time I made a plate of spaghetti. Pottery is what taught me that art is just appreciating people’s mistakes.
68. If I could do anything, I would be a potter again. It was so much fun.
69. I take that back, I would be a fabulous drawer. (Is that the correct way to say that? Drawer, one who can draw) I painted a vase of daisies once. It was so ugly that I cut the heads off of a bunch of fake daisies and glued them on in place of the ugly painted daisies. Perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I thought it was really cool. Lance didn’t.
70. When I was in the 6th grade, I drew comic books and the main character was this Elvira looking chick. I think I called it something like TWISTED or something equally as sinister. I drew castles and a playground with a slide and swing set. And all the other characters had giant bug eyes. It was, perhaps, then that I realized I did not have a future in drawing.