February 10, 2006

• What’s that I smell?

  
  

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  For those of you who read Wednesdays entry, I got another call from another consolidating company today!!!!! AAARRRGGHHHH. Again, I was not nice…. I said “I am SO not interested, and I’m about to walk out the door (which was true I was standing there with keys and purse in hand) so I don’t have time to argue you with you about it. Have a nice day….. CLICK.

  
  

  Doing the do not call thing TONIGHT. We have caller ID, but the girls answer and then say, “oh yeah, she’s right here, hold on a minute”.  AARGH!!!

  
  

  Now back to the regularly scheduled update………

  
  

  
  

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  One of my comments about vacations yesterday got me to thinking. LittleLo_63 commented that she loved Hawaii because of the smell. I know exactly what she means. My nose is very sensitive. I often smell things others don’t. During my studies I have also found that the strongest connection to memory is…….. you guessed it! The sense of smell. Now this of course can be good… or as anyone who has changed a diaper knows, VERY BAD! I was thinking about my favorite smells. I have a couple that I love.

  
  

  The smell of hot dirt that’s just been rained on (Arizona girl), the smell of damp cold dirt – That’s the way my grandma’s house and dirt cellar smelled all the time, and the smell of fall. That’s why it’s my favorite season. Germany in the fall has a great smell. It’s hard to describe, but I remember coming back from a trip to the states, getting off the plan and walking down the airport gateways and just breathing it in. To this day when it gets the crisp feeling in the air, and a certain smell comes along, I picture our first day in Germany. Walking hand in hand down cobblestone streets drinking in the sights, sounds and yes, the smells.

  
  

  Now, the bad side of smells — I love candles and I have a friend in AZ who is just as addicted to them as I am. We were constantly on the look out for just the perfect candle, so we frequently went candle “sniffing” together, often so long that we both developed headaches. When we first started this she would torture me. Intentionally. It went something like this:

  
  

  D: (picks up candle and smells it) Ewwww, that’s horrible, here you try it

  
  

  Me: (uh duh) ok……………….. YUCK, that’s horrible!

  
  

  D: (laughing) I told you it was bad.

  
  

  The really sad part was she frequently caught me. I’m not a stupid person (most of the time) so why continually smell junk she has told me stinks??? If someone said you want to smell this garbage, it’s really gross. I would naturally say No thank you, and don’t you think you should take your meds now? But she would say ewww or something derogatory, hand it to me and I would stick my nose right in it! What is that??? Blind obedience??? Crazy. Why is it when someone hands us something that would normally be a pleasure (food, scents etc), tells us it’s bad, we have to try it for ourselves? Is it because taste and smell are subjective and not everyone likes the same flavors and scents? Needless to say I did finally learn that I could take her word for it. Now when I’m out shopping with my dd’s I smell a candle and say ewww… I don’t like this one, then promptly hand it to them. They too follow their mother’s example in blind obedience and sniff away…… muahhahahhaha!!!

  
  

  So what about it? Any smells connected to memories or just favorite smells? Come on don’t be shy, I won’t laugh……………much!

  
  

   

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