This sounds like fun! You mudcats have wonderful obscurities - here's some of my own.
My real name's not 'daylia'!
When my cat gets herself in a foul mood, attacking my feet as I walk by, sometimes I get out my diggery-doo and blast her with some really loud notes. This shocks her back into her usual laid-back mood. I only do it when there's no one else around though ....feel a little guilty about it.
I talk to trees and chipmunks and rocks and sunsets. If I listen the right way they talk back!
I record my dreams and take them very seriously. Sometimes I make major changes in my life because of what my dreams show me. My dreams never lie!
My favorite breakfast is banana-and-waffle sandwiches.
I smoke ... but only outside. Not even Little Hawk has managed to "cure" me yet ... tobacco is a sacred plant for good reason!
Sometimes even one beer or drink makes me feel sick. This really bugged me in my youth, but now I'm old and wise and I don't care!
I actually enjoy shovelling snow. Not what the plow leaves at the end of my driveway though!
I was born with what they call 'perfect pitch'. I try not to let this show, though. It can be a real handicap sometimes, like when I'm playing a transposing instrument or one that's not at concert pitch. When my hands are playing one thing and my ears are hearing another, I can get totally confused. Feels like being cross-wired! Also, my family and musical friends tend to drive me nuts with "what's that chord? What's that note?" when they are trying to figure out something 'by ear'. So don't tell anyone .... and thanks for listening to my bitchin'.
Although people who know me think I'm a 'pagan' because I love practicing earth-spirituality, ceremonial magic and Eastern-style meditation, I LOVE JESUS AND THE ANGELS! And they love all of my 'pagan' ways .....
Was that ten? Felt like ten! That's enough, anyway!