Strange hobbies, anyone?

  1. Okay, for starters, I myself like cemeteries; the older and more ornate, the cooler. And I take lots of pictures of the angels and the interesting headstones. My husband thinks I am wierd and morbid. I think I am intersting.
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  3. by   EarthChild1130
    Hey, you should come visit me then...I adore cemeteries, and here in Mobile we have one very old and very beautiful one that I spend a lot of time in (doing family tree research when I have time), and I also spent quite a bit of time in the New Orleans cemeteries too LOL I rubbed off on my niece too...she wants to go with me next time I go.

    I don't know about other strange hobbbies I have, but I am a dead center shot at archery..split those arrows every time! LOL
  4. by   Katnip
    Oooh! Oooh! I have a cemetary story to tell.

    My girlfriend and I were in Salem, Mass, you know the witching capital.

    We walked one evening to do laundry and there was a very old cemetery dating back to early 1600s. We wandered around the front part of it for a bit looking at al the work dates. In the back were a bunch of sarcophogi, we figured for the richer folk of the time. One of them had a big black trash bag sitting on top.

    We went on to do the laundry and and the way back decided to stop by the cemetery even though it was getting dark.

    We headed toward the back and that trash bag was still there. We wandered aimlessly for a bit, when we noticed the trash bag was moving...as in sitting up. It was almost full dark by then. We both had our mouths open to scream, but nothing came out. My friend had her nails digging into my wrist. Neither of us could move.

    After an eternity, the trashbag resolved into a man in a sleeping bag who smiled sheepishly. He was Dutch and was hitching across America. Well, we all had a good laugh in a little bar around the corner.

    I sitll have scars on my wrist from my friend's nails though. :chuckle
  5. by   LadyBugLass
    :roll
    Quote from cyberkat
    Oooh! Oooh! I have a cemetary story to tell.

    My girlfriend and I were in Salem, Mass, you know the witching capital.

    We walked one evening to do laundry and there was a very old cemetery dating back to early 1600s. We wandered around the front part of it for a bit looking at al the work dates. In the back were a bunch of sarcophogi, we figured for the richer folk of the time. One of them had a big black trash bag sitting on top.

    We went on to do the laundry and and the way back decided to stop by the cemetery even though it was getting dark.

    We headed toward the back and that trash bag was still there. We wandered aimlessly for a bit, when we noticed the trash bag was moving...as in sitting up. It was almost full dark by then. We both had our mouths open to scream, but nothing came out. My friend had her nails digging into my wrist. Neither of us could move.

    After an eternity, the trashbag resolved into a man in a sleeping bag who smiled sheepishly. He was Dutch and was hitching across America. Well, we all had a good laugh in a little bar around the corner.

    I sitll have scars on my wrist from my friend's nails though. :chuckle
    :roll That is a hoot!! I am not a chicken about much of anything, but I opened the door to a mausoleum once and a BIG BLACK CROW flew out and right into my face and I thought I was going to have a stroke on the spot!
  6. by   Nurse Ratched
    If you dig cemeteries, have you ever read "Spoon River Anthology?" Very neat poems .
  7. by   Marie_LPN, RN
    I still read Baby-Sitters Club books:imbar
  8. by   EarthChild1130
    Sounds like a cool set of work...will check it out!
  9. by   VivaLasViejas
    When I was growing up, I lived next door to the local cemetery. I can't count the number of times I've been asked if it didn't freak me out at least a little. To which I've always replied, heck no........they're the quietest neighbors you could possibly ask for---no domestic disputes, no loud parties, no need to call the cops in the middle of the night.... :chuckle
  10. by   dianah
    . . . and someone besides me mows the lawn (and it always looks neat and trim! ).
  11. by   kkbaroness
    I raise miniature horses.............
  12. by   missmercy
    spending so much time in school etc hads curtailed my hobbying for the past few years -- i gues my hobby was treading water trying to keep from drowning in my schedule! now that i am done with school, would like to get back into some of the things i loved to do : reading, sewing, music -- i know none of those are odd, but i do have a desire to learn how to taxidermy. my husband thinks that a "taxidermying" nurse is a morbid combo -- why!? i wouldn't taxidermy patients for heavens sake!!
    we used to live on 340 acres of wooded property, the guys hunted and i always thought it would be cool to be able to "stuff" some of their trophies. of course, my husband once again finds it strange that a nurse would want to decorate her den with "dead stuff" -- not people -- critters...... i think he just needs to relax. maybe he's afraid that if he doesn't behave himself that he may end up in the den!!!!

    don't know if this is true -- colleague told me that her friend went on-line to search for a coffeetable. she says that she found a site that said some guy had had his wife entombed into a coffee table for his living room -- glass (like lennon or stalin) he says that he lost some of his friends -- the ones who "just didn't understand" -- "they don't come over anymore".. mmmmm!
  13. by   SugarMagnolia
    I collect airsickness bags. (unused):chuckle & pez dispensers. The normal thing that I collect are coins. Pam
  14. by   pickledpepperRN
    Quote from SugarMagnolia
    I collect airsickness bags. (unused):chuckle & pez dispensers. The normal thing that I collect are coins. Pam
    I keep an airsickness bag in my purse. I am tempted to take it out when some of these COO & CEY men suits tell nurses about patient care.

    When I was a kid I collected labels from canned food. I took a razor blade and kept an orderly file with canned tomatos, green beans, soup, and so on.
    I was always pestering my Mom to buy a different size or brand.

    After coming to California I collected crabs when in high school. Mostly small ones mounted like butterflies. I had them all labeled with genus and species.

    I whooped and hollered when I caught a porcelain crab! Was my sister embarrased! They were dried in the garage.
    Worst was a larger specimen I found at the beach on a Sunday. I put that dead crab in a birdcage under my bed when I went to school the next day.
    My Mom had a friend over when it began to smell.

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