5 Things No One Would Know About You From BFP Alone

[Athena Page]

I'm a 5'9 femm most butches hate that.

I love to play and have fun.

Look like a young Gina Davis

Like to play in the rain.

And I very submissive, and a hippy

[Soft*Silver]

I alternate between being overheated to feeling chilled, mostly in the evenings. Meds and menopause I suspect.

I want a larger house and a smaller yard. LOL. As my gardens grow smaller and I am indoors more often, my need for indoor space grows as my need for outdoor space dwindles.

I hate tomato soup or any soup with tomato juice in it. I also detest V8 and any version of it

I am a procrastinator...and a very bad one! If I get stumped by an obstacle, I kinda shut down and ignore my task for awhile.

I keep all my tableware in a wicker basket, not lined up by type in a drawer. I dont get why anyone would need to have forks, knives and spoons separated. I can reach into my basket and pull out the stuff I need and it doesnt take up half the space in the kitchen!

[Kätzchen]

My mother’s mom was born in Carbon, Texas (1919): eldest of 13 children, she tended to her siblings and worked on quilts while her parents worked in cotton fields (her parents were sharecroppers).

My grandmother first met her husband (who was 13 years older than her) when he was newly appointed to be a Deputy Sheriff: He was a part of the team of sheriff’s who were charged with finding the Santa Claus Robbery suspects. They married on October 13th, 1929 and ten years later, they gave birth to my mother (July 1939).

My grandfather and my oldest son (Lee) share the same birthday: August 13th.

Both of my parent’s mothers shared identical first and middle names: Vera Lee.

Nine years after I was born (May 1959), two of my grandmother’s brothers – Uncle Elmer and Uncle Luther – came to visit my grandparents that year. I remember them singing a song to me, The Yellow Rose of Texas, on the front lawn on a hot summer-like night for my birthday and presented me with 9 hand-picked yellow roses off of a favorite rose bush in my grandparents back yard.

[DamonK]

I detest daytime. Waking up early at the Reunion may have been a huge insult to my vampiric self.

More and more often, I blow up at others.... But it's a long road to get me to that point.

I'm an avid reader.... of almost anything really. Convince me I'll like it, and I'll give it a chance.

I adore my RPG games.

I taught myself crochet, knitting, cross-stitching years ago, and do all three fairly regularly. I'm currently working on a blanket.

[Kätzchen]

I have a fetish for snake skin: If I could shoot a gun, I'd shoot every snake I came across because I just love how they look on my feet.

I never could learn how to roller skate backwards or ride my bicycle sitting on the handlebars: I'm complicated like that!

I love the ocean, but I was nearly ripped off the beach by a sneaker wave when I was young and it left a terribly deep impression on me that I still cannot shake from my mind, even if it was years ago. So I worship the ocean from a safe distance.

My youngest sister once threw a rock at my eldest brother and I nearly died laughing so hard at what happened that I nearly regretted laughing.

I once disappeared without a trace to prove a point to my family. I don't regret making that choice as it facilitated the result I was after. I could very well do it again under the right circumstances.

[Lynn]

When I was a child, I ran away from home and no one noticed. All that sobbing, walking across the bridge into down town, like a pathetic waif, and no one noticed. (pooooor me!) The desired result was *not* facilitated!

For two years, I have been seeking to obtain a job that pays more and has better benefits. One where I don't have to drive 400 miles or more per week. One that has some kind of retirement benefit. With all the interviews, I can't seem to make it to the final offer. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. Do I want it too much or not enough? Is there ever going to be something for me?

Sadie has made almost a complete adjustment to her new home with us. She hops on our laps, plays fetch with her toys (and the cats'), sleeps in our bed, and leaps for joy when we come home. The cats are starting to relax around her, too.

It's gratifying to see my younger daughter doing so well in school this year. She's finishing up her final half year, so she can get her h.s. diploma. Then she will go into a college program for young adults with mild developmental disabilities. It's amazing that she's come so far. I remember all the years of uncertainty, especially concerning her health.

I still find it disconcerting to see certain people on Facebook (friends of friends) who used to be bullies. My bullies. Now they live normal lives with their children and spouses, and I wonder how they can even raise healthy, functional kids. What do they know about life that they didn't know then? Are their kids bullies, too?

[princessbelle]

I smoke and it has been an ongoing struggle to "kick the habit". Still trying.

I am somewhat of a hippie and love that era and surround myself with peace signs and try and view the world in this optimistic, love for all place.

I had many eye surgeries as a child and almost lost my sight. But, my eyes are fine now.

I have always been a girly girl but was somewhat of a tomboy in pink in elementary school. I was the one of the first girls chosen when picking sides in football and kickball. Still love sports and, even at my age, was on a women's softball team two years ago.

I collect tiny little tea sets and i still have some from when i was a child.

[WomenMoveMe]

I practice doing most things with only one hand in case I lose the other. Although absolutely left-handed (except golf and the guitar)...I am now quite ambidextrous.

I am afraid of only snakes and can not even bring myself to touch them in books. Forget watching a Tarzan movie where inevitably an anaconda will drop from the trees onto some poor, unsuspecting safari-goer.

I like spam and jelly sandwiches...but it can only be apple jelly.

If I eat a candy bar I will sometimes put the wrapper in my shoe and walk around with it in there all day. It is sorta like it is my little secret.

When my cat talks to me (which is all the time)...I always pretend she is telling me how stunningly beautiful I am and carry on that conversation until she tires of it and seeks sanity in another room.