Let’s get ego-centric.
I never did a ‘100 things’ page not only because it seemed a little narcissistic… I didn’t know how to pull that many interesting factoids out of my ass. But twenty or so wouldn’t be a stretch.

I am a Translucent-Freckled American Crone.
As obvious as it is, I never remember I have freckles until I see a picture of myself.
My roots are in Ireland, Wales, Scotland and some nordic country I can never remember.


The vertical lines between my eyes are YsD’s. Those weren’t there 3 years ago.
Vanity demands I tell you I was raising my eyebrows in the above picture, forcing the forehead wrinkles to uncommon depths.

I don’t wear makeup unless the occasion calls for it.
I haven’t had an occasion like that in many years.

Born on the pacific coast, I’ve always lived near the ocean, except for a 3 month stint in Ft. Worth. Houston *is* near the water, thank you very much.
I’ve had skin cancer. Surprise!

I love oranges yet loathe anything orange flavored. Same thing with watermelons.
My perfect meal: grilled T-Bone, baked potato, loaf of bread with butter, a good chianti and summer ripened fruit for dessert, shared with my favorite people.

I had brain surgery in 1982, but still don’t understand why they took a piece of muscle out of my leg to put in my head.
I was miraculously cured of a brain tumor.

I’ve been in love three times in my life.
Unfortunately my first husband wasn’t one of the three.

My favorite television program of all time is The Andy Griffith show.
Right now the only show I make an effort to watch is the Dog Whisperer.

I love the beauty of weapons. I have a gorgeous German switchblade and my Sig ain’t too ugly, either. My cluebat made out of hardwood is so sweet it would make you weep.

I’m heterosexual, though I don’t care what you are. I don’t think God hates you because of who you love.
I love men. I love the smell of them, the shape and texture of them. I love how they think and how passionate they are about the things that matter: Country, honor, Mom, guns & the Flag. I love to hang around them.
Yeah, I’m straight.

Origins of pamibe: I was signing everything ‘PammyB’ in deference to my new hubby when we first got married, so when we got AOL in 1993 I tried to get it as a screenname. It was taken so I chose pamibe instead. Just a different spelling of the same sound.

There are many things I don’t understand, like:
Why can’t we all just get along?
Why do people care more about animals than other people?
Why do I still feel like 25 at 50?

Can you see my wrist and both legs in the sunglass lens?

Here are my ‘personality test’ results. I am an introvert, but thought I was more intuitive than sensing. Who knew? Go see what Tammi’s results are!

Click to view my Personality Profile page

I kept wondering if I was the best judge of myself, which in itself says something.
Two other people could have done this for me correctly.

I asked Arthur to describe me and he said: “A real sweetheart, loving. Not a mean bone in your body. Sure, you’ve got a temper… but who doesn’t?”
Ah.
I questioned him further about who I was as a person, and still got the surface stuff. Maybe I should strike him from the list of people who could do the test.

What about you? Tell me about yourself! Yes, I really want to know!