1. I don’t drink coffee.
I don’t know why. I just never did. James doesn’t drink it either, so it’s not even something we think about until we have guests…or I talk to my friend Angela.
2. I don’t wear pants.
Most of you know this about me already. If you want to know more you can read my post on modesty.
3. I don’t celebrate Halloween.
Our family believes that Halloween is a celebration of evil. I don’t have any desire to say what anyone else should do, but for us it would compromise what Christ stands for. We don’t do alternatives either, that seems no different.
4. I don’t eat olives….
….or tomatoes or pickles or pecans or brussel sprouts. OK, so I’m a bit of a picky eater. But if I came to your house and you made me any of these foods I would eat them and you would never know I didn’t like it. I do know how to be polite.
5. I don’t follow sports.
This one is for my friend Lisa who keeps Tweeting me about baseball games and other sports chatter. It’s another thing that James doesn’t do either, so it’s just not a part of our lives.
6. I don’t remember movies.
It doesn’t matter if I’ve seen it once or ten times, I won’t remember the details. It drives James crazy, but I think of it as a good thing. I can watch a movie a bunch of times and enjoy it every time (unless it’s awful of course).
7. I don’t like to hold hands.
This one James and I do not have in common. He’d probably hold my hand all of the time, but I don’t like it. It makes me feel overheated and uncomfortable. If I try to hold someone’s hand while I’m walking I get all off balance and can’t walk. It’s not like I fall over paralyzed or anything. It’s more like my legs are tied together. No coordination.
8. I don’t carry keys.
I’m not sure how this got started. I used to carry keys. Then one day I just stopped. If I’m driving I have my car key, but nothing else. I don’t even have a key to my house. I very rarely need it. Either someone is home or I’m with other people that have a key.
9. I don’t ever want to live anywhere else.
This is the house I want to live in until I die. It’s old and quirky and needs a lot of work, but I love it.
10. I don’t know where I will be next week.
We have been trying to put together a trip for Grace to go see some of her friends in Georgia. If it works out, and that’s a very big if, we would be driving there next week. If you are along the path from Texas to Georgia let me know and maybe we can stop and say hello!
What’s on your list of don’ts?