When I was younger I used to be able to lay on my stomach and place my feet on the back of my head with ease.

I lived in New York, in the civilian side of West Point, for a while when my mom's boyfriend was stationed there in the motor pool. This probably does not make me an army brat, even though when she was younger she worked as a waitress at the Officer's Club.

For most of my childhood, my grandparents lived in upstate New York. We spent a few summers up there. Blueberries grew in their backyard; they had blackberries in the middle of the dirt road. There was a local lake (that we all used as our version of a pool or beach) with many many beaver problems. I fell off a horse that decided to canter when I was still trying to remember how to post (that hurt); I didn't even try to pick a fight with the beavers. I lost many many many games of gin to my grandfather, who was something of a shark. Summers were glorious; I miss them.

We spent one winter up there. The snow was taller than I was. Stubbornly, I went in search of berries and had to be hauled back inside by my hood. :)

*laugh*! That's wonderful. *beam*

What don't you know about me?

Um... I'm afraid of the dark!

I did not know that! See, I'm quite sure there are at least *several* things about you that I don't know. :)

I've never had a hangover, and only really been drunk once in my life. I was a toddler, my father was putting either blackberry brandy or grape wine on my gums with a Q-tip, and when he was done, I staggered over to the (galley-style) kitchen, where my mother was cleaning dishes, wrapped a hand around the door frame, swung around, and gave her a big silly smile. She told me this story when I swung around the door frame similarly quite a few years later. (I don't remember how old I was when she told me.)

The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was Shirley Temple. Then I wanted to be a Rockette. I (semi-jokingly) idolized Miss Piggy. I like the color pink in all its variations. I still have dreams (or nightmares ;) ) about my first boyfriend.

My maternal grandmother taught me a zillion card games. Bridge, pinochle, euchre... and was the first to notice (I was 5 or so), that my eyes were actually different sizes, and that I probably needed glasses. Boy, did I ever.

So, when the North American Bridge Championships are in San Franscisco in a few years, will you come out and play a session?

Let's see, something about me... I've regretted being female exactly once: when my brother's Boy Scout troop went rappelling and I couldn't go along. The local Girl Scouts never did anything outdoorsy and my 4H group didn't have any adults willing to lead any trip having to do with big rocks.

I suspect my current level of play would make any real aficionado tear their hair.

That's okay. There are games for every level at the NABCs.

*LAUGH*

Um, I was president of the Kansas University Dr. Seuss Club for the academic year 1993-4, and was quoted in a news article that eventually showed up in the NYT Book Review.

Marty Haratounian and I tried to start a swimming program for PE credit when I was a Freshman in HS. The school administration did not approve and had instituted some pretty severe restrictions and requirements for PE. So we started a student rebellion, only we couldn't agree on what to call it. Marty wanted to call it: The Student Federation for the Liberation of Education. But I thought SFLE wasn't a very good acronym and tried to change it to: The Student Education Liberation Federation, or SELF.

We got exactly one letter written to the administration, and then gave up.

I was the second person in my high school to ever get a letter in Theatre.

No matter my other culinary sucesses, I have never in my life sucessfully made a batch of pancakes using Bisquick.

For no readily explicable reason (possibly I imprinted on it at an early age) I have a soft spot for some 70's era (power) pop. As a result, I will cheerfully admit to owning two Abba CDs and the soundtrack to Xanadu.

I get a certain amusement from some people's horrified reactions to this.

I got my first camera when I was 4 years old, but my parents didn't give me any film for it until I was 6. I wanted to be a National Geographic photographer when I grew up.

My favorite thing to do, as a kid, was to take a bowl of frozen blueberries and pour milk into 'em. The milk freezes and you get this insanely tasty milky blueberry stuff. Yum.

My feet grew three and a half sizes in one summer, from a size 6 to 9.5 when I was twelve years old.

When being congratulated on my performance as Dionysous in the Classics play, my headmistress said that "she believed I was drunk."

I was thirteen at the time.

*helpless laughter* Congratulations. I think. *laugh*