Self Portrait Challenge ~ Introduce Yourself #4

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Since I missed last weeks introduction, this week you get a doozie.

More easy breezy boho bits:

I was a true blue stinky nerd in my awkward years as a youngster. And I mean stinky. I went through a phase in 6th grade when I didn't like to shower. I also liked my purple Izod shirt so much that I wore it almost every day to school. Two scenarios that happened within days of one another changed this behavior. The first one was the boy I had a mad crush on in class turned around and said..."Why do you where that shirt every day?" (ouch!). The second was the most popular girl in our class sitting next to him somehow took a liking to me or perhaps felt sorry for me. She taught me how to dress, do my hair and brought me out of geekdom until I created a style all on my own. Although...my husband is convinced that beneath the surface of me, a true blue geek still lives. Not a stinky one but a geek, nonetheless. I think he is right.

I once lived in a studio flat in Berkeley, California which was originally an upstairs room in an old Victorian home. From my window, I could see a tiny view of the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge. Well, on the days when it wasn't foggy, that is...which wasn't very often.

In that studio flat, there was another window that looked out to the bedroom in the Victorian house next door. In this room always sat an adorable guy playing his guitar on the corner of his bed. We would both leave our windows open and I could hear his music. Once, I danced and twirled to his strumming and I stopped and blushed when I noticed him smiling and shaking his head. I met him in person shortly thereafter and discovered he was gay. So I kept dancing to his music and didn't worry about him lusting after me. I would just hear him say..."you go girl!" thru the windows.

I love flowy peasant shirts. Could wear them every day, actually...and pretty much do (although not quite the same one every day like in 6th grade).

I still believe that stuffed animals have souls and can breathe.

Every once in awhile, I like to sprinkle fairy dust all over me. I love the sparklies. Even when they get in my food. Even more fun when they get all over our sheets in our bed and my husband wakes up all sparkly too.

I am grumpy the first 15 minutes after waking up in the morning. I need peace, quiet and tea before I can be considered somewhat human.

I have asthma and married someone with asthma. We often pass the inhaler back and forth to one another. Cute?? Ummm...not so much.

I always felt that I had a strong purpose here on earth. This comes from the fact that I have had so many near death experiences from birth up until now and I am still here. I am waiting to find out what my true purpose is. Like...do I have superpowers or something?

When my throat itches, I make a piggy sound to itch it.

I was quite shy as a young one. Then in my teens up until now, I was extremely outgoing. Lately I have found myself reverting back to shyness. Perhaps it is because I am more in touch with my inner child than I ever have been: A shy stinky, sparkly geek with superpowers??

Still love me?

Edited to add: As to not confuse, the stinky bit is a bit of a joke. I meant stinky in 6th grade for not wanting to take a shower...like ever. Ahhhh...greasy kids...gotta love 'em.

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