I’m not about to write an exhaustive 100 things about me list, but I will share this:
- I’m a Taurus. I’ve been known to live up to Taurus’s reputation for stubbornness on occasion.
- I share my home with Ironhead and the two-cat meowfia.
- My biological clock is barking. I ‘aw’ over dogs the way other people ‘aw’ over babies, and all dogs, regardless of age, are puppies to me.
- I live by the mongoose code.
- I can nap anywhere.
- I love the whole process of photography, but don’t love being in front of the camera part, so there are very few photos of me around. I am finally getting over my suspicion that using Photoshop to edit photos is cheating.
- My brain is chockful of info. It’s just tough to get it out sometimes. I chalk that up to the idea that my brain has processed information in a few different languages, and doesn’t switch tracks as fast as I’d like. (For the record, I speak English and Spanish, and have a nodding acquaintance with French, German & Italian - they speak, I nod).
- I’m a tactile person. This gets me in trouble. Often.
- Fast-food & crappy coffee are my kryptonite.
- I have a love for b-grade zombie movies, creme brulee, mystery novels, burlesque, yarn and…
- I’m fascinated with the styles of the 1940’s and 50’s.
- I know you’re name, so long as it’s Honey, Sweetheart or Luv.
- Politically correct I am not.
- Call me ma’am and I’ll be forced to do something unpleasant.
- I’ve tried being sweet and ladylike, but it’s a sham. I hate shams (and bolsters).
- I’m old enough to know better, but young enough to try and get away with it anyway.
- My favourite greeting is a hug and a kiss. I don’t do air kisses. Blech!
- I’m the eldest child of the youngest child.
- I heart my sister madly. Mess with her and you’re guaranteed a world of pain.
- I am fully in touch with my inner nerd, my inner child and my inner b*tch. It’s getting crowded in here.
Cin
