20 Things You Don’t Know About Me


  1. I’m really short. Like, get teased about it short. Like, I have stools in every room of my house short.
  2. I’m a Leo, born in the year of the Snake.
  3. All but two of my friends are oldest or only children.
  4. I find a song I like and then listen to it over and over. And over. Until I don’t.
  5. I love playing any Super Mario game.
  6. Nailpolish only stays on my fingers for about an hour before it starts chipping. I’m not exaggerating.
  7. I cook and bake most of the food I eat from scratch. (I like to know what’s in my food.)
  8. My favorite color is blue, but I’m really picky about the shade of blue. Because I’m so picky about blue, I own more stuff in purple.
  9. I love all things Alice in Wonderland.
  10. I love pictures of ferris wheels, but hate riding them.
  11. I love roller coasters… the faster, the better.
  12. I hate repetitive sounds… windshield wipers drive me crazy.
  13. I’ve broken a tiny bone in my left wrist, and my left pointer finger tip.
  14. The Bells of Christmas, by Transiberian Orchestra, is my favorite Christmas song.
  15. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
  16. Most of my friends are organized, orderly types, and I drive them crazy.
  17. Sugar is not my thing. Fat, yes. (French fries, anyone?)
  18. The most common thing people tell me after they get to know me is: “I was scared of you when I first met you.”
  19. I want to learn to play the piano, and to draw.
  20. I don’t have a favorite season; I love the freshness and blooming flowers of spring, the heat and frequent trips to the pool in summer, the crispness of the air and fallen leaves in autumn, and the cold, gray days that beg for a lit fireplace in the winter.

Forgetting and Remembering

When I moved into my house in Arizona almost 7 years ago, my backyard was a big dirt lot.  I chose to see it as possibility untapped, but then I did nothing with it for the next 5 years.  Oh sure, I had a lime, a lemon, and an orange tree, and I had pots of flowers here and there that I watered half-heartedly, but mostly, I left it alone.

In 2012, I decided once and for all, my yard was going to be done.  I planned it out, hired people, and voila!  my yard was transformed from this:

My big dirt pit

My big dirt pit

To this:

Yay!  Pretty!

Yay! Pretty!

I love my yard, and I’d like to say I take care of it, but I don’t want to lie.  From about March until September, I’m out in my yard, weeding, picking veggies, playing with the dogs, writing.  But for some reason, when October hits, I start neglecting it, and I don’t know why.  I can’t blame the weather because it’s usually pretty nice during the day, even then.

So why?  Is my brain just programmed that garden activities stop in the winter time?  I don’t know.  I even planted some beans and spinach for the winter season, then promptly neglected it.

I went out in the yard the other day, as if I’d just awakened from a long sleep, and wanted very much to get back out in it, to yank the weeds that grew up over the winter and clean up all the debris left my wind and carelessness.  I was sick that day, and trying to concentrate on resting, so I didn’t do it, but it’s as if something hits me in February, and I’m reawakened to the possibilities.

I’d forgotten, and now I’m remembering again.