Well, it turns out that I've been nominated twice for the Kreative Blogger award. Don't know who originated it or for what devious reason, but it's right up there with chain letters. Personally, I think these two people (Kira and Meg) who nominated me tend to hold grudges longer than necessary, but that's just my opinion, and I'm sticking to it! Besides I needed a blog post for Friday and this fills up the space quite nicely.
Anyhoo, it turns out that I'm supposed to tell seven things you might not know about me. I'm an open book, people! And, trust me, I'm not that interesting! The second half of the equation is that I'm supposed to nominate seven other suckers for this award. Sorry, but the buck stops with me.
1) I didn't get my driver's license until I was 19. I hated driving then and I still hate driving. Cars do not interest me. Even when hubster goes out of town--I'm not the least bit interested in driving his Corvette. Yes, he has a slut red Corvette with a targa top. And I've only driven it around the block three times in four years. Not my thang!
2) I backpacked across Europe for two weeks after my brother's wedding to a French woman in 1988. Too bad my luggage went to Tel Aviv and I stayed in France. My bro's MIL lent me a dress and shoes for the wedding. Best Wedding EVER! It would be hard to top the food, wine, eau de vie, dancing and partying!
3) A tornado went through Tulsa the night before my wedding in 1992. It took out the church at 15th and Memorial. Good thing St. Pius was about 1/2 mile away from the destruction. We lost all electricity. In June. In Oklahoma. Yeah, freakin' hot! But no one realized the electricity was out until we held our reception in the Parish Hall and the cake started melting (not really, but it could have!). Ms. Modest here lifted her skirts numerous times trying to fan some cool air up my legs and nether regions. Heck, I didn't even realize we didn't have an organ playing the wedding music until we walked down the aisle AFTER the ceremony! It was piano and beautiful.
4) I met my hubster-to-be at Oktoberfest in Tulsa in 1990. I went with a gal I barely knew--we stabled our horses together at KJM. Hubster and his bro came over to our table because his bro wanted to get to know my friend--she actually worked with my hubster. Confused yet? Anyhoo, I was standing on a picnic table and he wanted me to get down. . . until he realized that I'm only 5'1" to his 6'2" height. Yeah, he told me to get back up on the table. :-)
Weird co-inky-dink. . . his bro married my friend two weeks after we married. Uhm, we're all still married 17+ years later.
5) I started riding (horses) when I turned 22 and bought my first horse when I was 23. Sold that horse and bought the psycho-horse from hell that dumped me so many times a cervical disc ruptured, resulting in neck/spinal surgery a couple months prior to my wedding. And yes, I was riding psycho horse four weeks later after the doc released me. One thing Abe (aka psycho horse) taught me to do was how to ride. The bastard used to buck, spin and rear to dump me and when I learned to stay on--he would combine the tricks (buck/spin, rear/buck, rear/spin)until finally he gave up 'cause I stuck to him like bug splat on a windshield. Horse #3 was the best and I miss him the most--Buster Brown was his name--he was actually an offspring (many times removed) of Secretariat. Yes, THAT Secretariat.
6) I'm the youngest of nine children--all living. Some of y'all already know this. And with me being the baby of the family doesn't surprise the rest of you, does it? The last time we all got together was for my wedding in 1992. And in less than two weeks we will all be getting together again for my niece's wedding, though this time without my father as he died in 2001. But I have a feeling he'll be hanging around in some form or another 'cause who would pass up the chance to party on another person's dime?
7) Struggling to think of ANYTHING here. Oh, I can't make Jell-o or instant pudding. I can tackle complex and complicated recipes (most of them are from Bon Appetit magazine), but I suck at making Jell-o. Go figure.
There you have it. Seven utterly boring things about ME!
Now get back to work!
Write on!
hi! just blog hopping! ^-^
ReplyDeleteGlad you stopped by!
ReplyDeleteMargaret, you're much more interesting than I am. And you're also taller!
ReplyDeleteOkay, Edie, you have to admit that being taller than you isn't much of an accomplishment. Shoot, my kiddo will be taller than me within a year . . . and she's only eight! :-)
ReplyDeleteSaying your kid will be taller than you, Margaret is not saying much. lol Just sayin! :P
ReplyDeleteAnd you are interesting. You've been to all those cool places. My 7 things were mega boring. bleh!
Not boring, I enjoyed reading them! But ouch on the disc rupture, so sorry. I hope you don't still have pain, but I suspect you do.
ReplyDeleteDo you still stand on a picnic table? LOL!
Now that I think of it, I could have mentioned that when I was on the train from Swizerland to Austria there was a guard with Uzi that looked at everyone's passport. This was before they really 'opened' Austria's borders.
ReplyDeleteOr when I was in Paris and was scared of getting lost on the Metro and decided to walk from the Eiffel Tower to the hotel near the Madeline church 'because it didn't look far'. Two and half hours later AND a jaunt through the diplomatic section of Paris, complete with guards and guns, I arrived.
Yeah, cool memories.
Hey, Jenn! Naw, the disc issue doesn't bother me unless I'm really stressed . . . uh, I don't stress about much of anything nowadays. :-)
ReplyDeleteHubster and I discovered that the second step up on a set of stairs works quite nicely, thank you very much!
I knew most of these things! And I vividly remember the post-tornado wedding!
ReplyDeleteWhat I wanna know that I don't know is why you sold Princess in the first place???
Thanks for breaking the 'chain' and not doing something like nominating ME for the creative blogger thing....I would have had to kill you. I hate that chain-type stuff.....but at least it this one didn't come with a message like "If you don't forward this to ten people in ten minutes, your eyeballs will fall out."
Hell, Jody, you scare me, especially after reading your blog today!
ReplyDeleteCarol convinced me that I needed a different horse to move up in the Hunters as Princess was too short-strided--too bad it didn't work out very well for me. :-(
Hmm, maybe I should write a blog about stuff people don't know about ME.....except I'd hate for the police and everything to have to get involved :)
ReplyDeleteI recall you and Princess kicking ass in the three foot hunters. I remember she would be such a pisser at home and then you'd go to the show and she'd be a star!
Well, Miss P was cranky during her 'cycle'--very touchy. I still have a great pic of her jumping the OHJA sign at a show--her knees were around her ears! Most of the other horses stopped and/or dumped their riders, but she jumped it.
ReplyDeleteOf course I wanted to ride Amateur Owner and Carol didn't think she could do it--I NEVER did get a chance to ride A-O.
That's the good thing about riding though, it's never to late to get back into it.
ReplyDeleteMight I suggest winning the lottery first, though.