Five New Facts About Me

One
If you substitute the letters on my license plate for numbers then my license plate and home phone number – both randomly chosen – are the same.

Two
When I was little I had a blanket that I had to sleep with that was made by my great grandmother – she made me a larger one when I was eight, when I was eighteen and ready for college she made me another one to fit the dorm bed. I still have to have this blanket to sleep. There are duplicates at my mother’s house and my godmother’s house in case I am there or there is a nuclear attack and one of the blankets is incapacitated. I am not ashamed of this.

All of my male cousins on that side of the family have a similar behavior, one of them is a professional athlete and travels with his blanket. It cannot be in the room when he has sex – which is none of my business to repeat to you. We have a superstition that she is watching us via the blanket, we will be safe if we have the blanket because somehow a ninety five year old woman is going to save us from a boogie man that a man between twenty and thirty cannot outdo himself

I am asleep, under said blanket in the above picture.
Three
My friend Peter and I were born on the same day and we forget the other one’s birthday every year. Well, I remember I just never get him anything.

Four
My mother’s family is from Long Island; we summered there for most of my childhood and visited our cousins in New Jersey often. This meant copious amounts of crossing the Hudson River and passing Liberty State Park. I first saw the Statue of Liberty when I was 15 on a day trip to Paris, France.

I have never been in the statue, who wants to look at Brooklyn?

Five
I met Geraldine Ferraro in 1984 when she was running for Vice-President, wearing the Reagan-Bush ’84 button that George HW Bush gave me I told her that I thought her “everybody’s kids smoke pot – mine just got caught” excuse was a crock of shit. I was not really the cutest six year old you ever met but I was the most honest.

Comments

[golfwidow]

My brother, the yuppie, keeps a very trendy basket of blankets by the fireplace in his condo outside Boston. Guess what's in it. (Hint - it's over thirty years old.)

[Terri]

My son loves his blanket my Mom him him too. It was a HUGE deal when he passed the baby blanket on to his new brother, but of course he had a back up. :)

[Sally]

You have nothing to fear, because I can vouch that the boogey man lives in an old crock jar in my mother-in-law's living room. My brother-in-law used to lift the lid and summon forth said boogey man whenever either Hubby misbehaved, or his older brother wanted to make him scream. Guess which occasion was more frequent. MIL offered the crock to me this past Christmas, but Hubby won't go near it to this day and wouldn't let me have it. Maybe if he had a blanket to cover it...

[Suburban Island]

Everyone needs a blanket in life.