One of the requirements when I was given the Honest Scrap award was that I write ten honest things about myself that hadn’t already been mentioned in my blog.  If other awards have similar requirements, I’d just as soon they stay away.  I’ve had to reach into the remotest corners of my life to come up with ten remotely interesting things and I’m not about to do it again.  Some of the honest things below I have never told to a single living soul!

1.  I was in medical school when I married and made a conscious decision that I would rather have children than become a doctor.   I traded an MD for 7 MA’s.

2.  As a member of Operation Rescue during my 60’s I was in several prisons.  The hardest part about being in prison, for me, was my inability to sleep.  Once, in Buffalo, when I hadn’t slept for about a week I asked for medication.  I had to see their medic and he ordered one dose of liquid Vistaril.  At first I thought it wasn’t going to work, but once it did I slept off and on for 24 hours.  Sleep is a wonderful blessing and prison isn’t half bad if you can get a good night’s sleep.

3.  Sometimes I wish I was a nun with a habit so I would not have to wake up each day and decide what to wear.  It seems to me it would simplify life considerably.

4.  I never buy new clothes.  First, because  I figure I already have enough clothes for the rest of my life. Second, my children, especially daughter-in-law Martha, very kindly buy me new things on special occasions.  When I have a hankering to go shopping for some particular item,  I’ll visit our nearby Salvation Army.  If I find something I like, good!  — I have a bargain.  If I don’t, the desire to shop is over in about a half-hour.

5.  Right after I married I started working for Argonne National Laboratory studying the carcinogenic effect on mouse skin of various substances, among which were methycholanthrene and yttrium 88.  When the mice were obviously dying with the tumors we had caused, I had to kill them by holding my scalpel at the back of the head and pulling on the tail, thereby breaking the neck.  Then the pathologist would autopsy them and select samples for microscopic examination.

6. For those who might be reading this blog to learn the inside skinny on getting old, one of the perks is the decrease in body hair.  I now no longer have to shave my legs, and underarms are practically hairless, also.  This may not be a universal phenomenon.  Maybe someone else would like to report about this to increase the data base?

7.  When I was 8 or 9 I lived in Lebanon, PA and attended St. Gertrude’s Catholic church.  One day I told my mother I thought the priest sang, “O, how men love beautiful sauerkraut, O!”   She thought that was funny and I had to tell my father.  The moral of this is: Your kids will never forget your reaction to what they do.   Appreciate!  Compliment!  Listen!

8.  My FBI dossier started when they interviewed my friends before I was hired for the above-mentioned Argonne National Lab job.  I was attending the University of Chicago and in those  days  they were working on the first atomic bomb under our stadium.  My dossier has only increased since then.

9.  On Ash Wednesday of this year started a post about a bad habit I wanted to work on during Lent.  By Easter, I still had it.  At Pentecost, ditto.  The post remains in my draft file and I update it every now and then.   But success is not mine.   Publish?

10.  I may have the flattest feet in the world.