The next blog challenge prompt is to write about 10 things people need to know about me. OK, sure.

1. I really really really don’t like liars. I also really don’t like being accused of lying.
2. I hate confrontation and conflict. If you need someone to go toe to toe with another person, I am not your person to do that.
3. If you want to know what I’m thinking, you will get a lot more out of me if you let me write it rather than say it. There’s a lot going on in my head at all times, so I will go down many tangents. Don’t worry–we will circle back eventually.
4. If I see a cat, I will try to pet it. I’m not a fan of dogs, but I will be civil toward them as long as they don’t hurt anyone I care about. Some dogs are quite lovely. I will swing on any aggressive fowl (think roosters and turkeys) who attacks me or my loved ones with a 2×4 or any other nearby object that can be used as a bat. I abhor snakes–I don’t care if they are venomous or helpful, they all need to be dead.
5. I prefer baking over cooking. Cooking is a necessary evil. Most of the time I don’t have the energy to produce multi-step meals, but I do love baking desserts for different occasions.
6. Don’t f**k with my kids. Or my family or friends. I am quite partial to them, and if you have done them wrong, I know about it. When I was younger, retribution would have been swift and memorable; now I am old and physically not well, so I let karma sort it out. But I don’t forget.
7. I am not impressed by the Rocky Mountains. I do, however, like the Smoky Mountains and Ozarks. I don’t know if it is an ancestral pull or what, but my heart is happy when we head east.
8. Apparently I look pissed off all the time. It’s just my face, people. I’m too tired to care about whether or not my facial expression matches my inner mood most days. Besides, I look weird when I smile since I hate wearing dentures and get along just fine with no teeth, thank you very much. It bothers all of the judgmental people in the world way more than it bothers me.
9. I am extremely not athletic. And my weight has no bearing on this–I couldn’t even do a single pull-up when I was 115 lbs throughout my teen years and young adult life. I am very happy that my children did not inherit this trait from me and can hold their own in sports and other physical feats, and I will gladly be a spectator rather than a participant. Just don’t make me climb too many stairs in the bleachers.
10. Money is annoying. When I was a kid, I thought a bartering system was superior. Now I am an adult, and I still think trading goods or services would be a better way of conducting transactions. It makes me quite sad when I am confronted with a situation where something is unobtainable simply because someone doesn’t have a hefty bank account. Realistically, I know my health would be much better if I could afford various treatments, but it’s not going to happen.