I have a fairly new blog friend named Maria who tagged me to do the Weird Meme.  She's in the process of getting to know me better so I thought I'd be a good sport and do this one again for her.  I don't keep up with enough blogs any more to tag anyone else so I guess my weirdness will just have to do for y'all.  I can't even remember what my 7 answers were the last time but I've got more than enough weird stuff about me to fill up maybe...oh...10 or 20 of these memes, I'm sure.  So here goes with Round Number Two:

1.  When I was a little girl I used to bite my toe nails.  I am double-jointed in my hips so it's never been a hardship to get my feet to my mouth.  Well, let me rephrase that...it used to be easy to get my feet to my mouth about 45-50 years ago.  I haven't tried it in recent years.  But I can still bend at the waist with my legs straight and touch my palms flat to the floor.  Also...back to the toe nail biting...my son called me the other day to let me know Dylan was doing the same thing.  Poor kid...hanging around with me 10 hours a day is already beginning to rub off on him.

2.  I look at magazines from the back to the front.

3.  I cannot go to bed at nite until I've dabbed Bengay ointment under my nose.  Dear Hubby says it stinks but it helps me breathe.  At least, that's what I tell myself.  Otherwise, I've got a weird Bengay fetish, don'tcha think?  I wish I'd bought stock in the company years ago, I've used so many tubes of it thru the years.

4.  I can talk "dog".  Just ask my little Chloe dog.  She even talks back to me, so I must be saying something she understands.

5.  I am petrified of bridges.  PETRIFIED!  I'll ride over them, but it's a white-knuckle trip for me all the way.

6.  I can wiggle my ears and jiggle my eyeballs back anb forth rapidly.

7.  I have a photographic memory for numbers.  Lots of numbers.  I amazed everyone at a job I had back in the 1980s with my ability to memorize at least a few hundred 7-digit part numbers at a steam supply company I worked for.  If someone asked me what the part number was for a 1/4" black 40 or something like that, I'd rattle off 1304785 just like that.

Hmmmmmm...since I no longer have my comments working, I guess I can't tell you to leave your answers here.  You know what I'm finding out, tho?  Without comments it almost is like I'm writing to myself on here, like a real journal.  Since most people don't want to take the time to email, it's pretty quiet.  And that's ok.  Because it's actually quite "liberating" for me, I guess you'd call it.  I don't get positive feedback.  I don't get negative feedback.  I don't get any feedback.  It's like I don't even know anyone's reading.  Maybe no one is.  A lot of people need comments to make them feel 'validated'.  I guess I don't, I'm finding out.  I just need to write and I'm always going to do that irregardless of whether I have 10 visitors or 10,000.  It's in my blood, a part of me.