Styling...

Have you ever met someone and it feels like you've known them for always? And you know that no matter what--zombie apocalypse, anarchy, dogs and cats living together--there's someone who will always have your back? Or at least a hot cup of coffee to spin the wild tales over? Jules at Henhouse Pottery is just such a person. And one of these days I'm actually going to get to meet her face to face and hug her neck. Anyway...I have no idea why, but she thought my little blog was worthy of a Stylish blogger award. Thanks, Chick!

The rules...

1) Thank the person who gave you the award, by providing a link to their site.

2) Share 7 things about yourself, that other bloggers might not know.

3) Give the Award to 15 newly discovered or interesting bloggers.

4) Notify each of those bloggers to present the Award.

I've been pretty wide open in the past several years...not sure I can dig up anything ya'll don't already know...but I'll give it a shot.

~I laugh just as hard at my son's poop jokes as he does. I know it only encourages him, but I can't help it.

~I once wanted to be a diplomat...foreign services...linguist specialist and all that. Turns out I'm really not all that ambitious. Or driven. Seriously? It took me 14 years to complete my bachelor's degree and I suck at keeping secrets.

~Summer of '93, driving through Tennessee with a girlfriend in her ancient Chevy Impala we drove by a tattoo parlor. I made her do a u-turn. I walked in, handed over $40 and walked out with a tattoo on my ankle. These little guys have been with me ever since.

~For four years...more like three due to various schools...I was Rosie the Riveter, working on ancient Navy P3 aircraft. It was a love/hate relationship. I was constantly challenged, pushed beyond what I thought I was capable of and I wasn't sad when my enlistment was up. While I enjoyed what I did and I'm proud of what I did and was involved in--it wasn't what I wanted to be.

~In what seems like another lifetime ago, I rode a Harley Davidson...a '95 XLH Deluxe. I bought it through Overseas Military Sales while living in Spain...flew back to the US to pick it up and put it on the boat. Actually got stopped on the way from Jacksonville, FL to the shipyard in Charleston, SC...state trooper was a former Marine. He complimented me on my "cute" bike, glanced at our military ID's and waved us on our way. Over the years I fixed her up...bigger gas tank (stock peanut tank didn't take it very far), black powder coat chain guard and cam cover, Vance and Hines 2 into 1 drag pipes and a low slung saddle. She was beautiful. The summer I was pregnant with the wee girlie, I sold the bike. I stood in the front yard bawling my eyes out as I watched her disappear down the road.

~A week after my 13th birthday I unpacked my trunk, made my bed, hung my "Hang in there" kitty poster on the wall and moved into boarding school. It was already half way through the school year...all of the little eight grade cliques had already formed. I was miserable. I got over it...figured out my own coping mechanisms, buried myself in books, art and drama...and managed to graduate from the same school only mildly scarred.

~And I've got nothing else. No other deep dark, hidden secrets. Really. It's like I'm an open book...or blog. Heh. Well...there are the arrest warrants in Idaho and Minnesota for unpaid parking tickets. Totally not my fault. I was out of the country at the time and trusted the wrong friend to car sit. Honest. I have stamps in my passport to prove it!

I know I'm supposed to pass this on. But for the most part, anyone I would hand it off to has already received it. Besides, I'm not good with following the rules and doing what I'm told. Do I get style points deducted for that? However, by all means...feel free to share your own little known tidbits!