|Me at 18 Months|
Let's start with the photo to the left. That's yours truly at the tender age of eighteen months, before I learned to hate being in front of a camera.
Let's get this show on the road!
Bed Size: King. I like to sprawl.
Chore that you hate: I am not a domestic goddess. In another life I'd swear I had an army of servants... or maybe I was so poor that I didn't have anything worth cleaning. I gotta pick one? *sigh* I'd rather take a beating than clean toilets!
Dogs: I haven't had one since burglars killed Zack, my Wire-Haired Fox Terrier. He was defending his home, and one of the *&^%*$%# took the fireplace poker to him.
Essential start to your day: Waking up. Hard to start the day without doing that. Stop being a smart *ss? Okay. I am not a morning person. It takes me a couple of hours of drinking tea and reading email, etc. before I'm fit for public consumption.
Favorite colors: Blue. Moss green. Lots of 'em, now that I think about it. Why limit myself?
Gold or Silver: Used to be gold. Now it's silver. What can I say? We've got turquoise and silver jewelry here in Arizona that's so beautiful it takes your breath away.
Height: A smidgeon over 5'9"
Instruments you play: The computer keyboard. I love music, and I love to sing, but I never learned to play an instrument. If I had, I would've learned to play the Spanish guitar.
Job Title: Anyone want to hire a book blogger with flexible hours?
Live: Phoenix, Arizona.
Mother-in-Law's name: Hopefully Denis won't give me a "look," but I can't remember. The lady died many years ago, well before I knew Denis, so I never met her.
Nicknames: I've never really had any because most people assume that Cathy is short for Catherine or Cathleen. Cathy is short for... Cathy. I did go through a rough patch at work once where I had to mentally gird my loins just to make it in the door. I always had on my sunglasses, and the people who let me in the door started calling me "The Terminator." Trust me. If I feel like it, I can intimidate you right out of your shoes.
Overnight hospital stays: (1) When I was five, I had a finger shut and locked in a car door. The doctor refused to change the bandage, and gangrene set in. Obviously I had to go to the hospital to get that taken care of. (Yes, I do still have every bit of all my pinkies. One just looks slightly mangled.) (2) When I was seven, I went in for a tonsillectomy. (3) This past January, I had a total hysterectomy due to cancer. As they say back home... now I'm fine as frog hair!
Pet Peeves: People who don't take responsibility for their own actions.
Quote from a movie: "Oh... but look what I've got!" (Barbra Streisand to Robert Redford in The Way We Were) It sums up how I feel about my life right now.
Right or Left handed: Right.
Siblings: None. I am an only child and an only grandchild. (Now do you understand why I learned to hate being in front of a camera?)
Time you wake up: Between 9 and 10 AM-- which doesn't sound all that decadent if you know that I'm awake until at least 3 AM. Don't worry. I can fall out of bed much earlier. Before I was downsized, I got up at 4 AM every morning to go to work!
Underwear: I'm never commando when I leave the house.
Vegetable you hate: Artichokes. Note that last syllable....
What makes you run late: I don't. I'm normally about 10 minutes early.
X-Rays you've had: (1) I blew out my first knee when I was twelve. The x-ray tech was not having a good day. (2) I underwent major surgery a few months ago. It would be easier to tell you what machines I wasn't run through!
Yummy food that you make: My Italian chicken chili's pretty good. So's my black bean and sausage posole. Now I'm on a "from scratch" quick bread kick. Cranberry oatmeal bread, anyone?
There you go-- now you know a bit more about me! I'd like to know a bit more about you. Care to answer one of these?