Emily over at No Expectations Except a Baby has given me this award:
Here are the rules:
1) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.
2) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Scrap.” (Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.)
3) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.
Here are my winners – seriously, ladies, you are all fantastic. You cheer me up, you cheer me on. You’re the best.
Off to leave comments now.
Let’s see. What in the name of oversharing that I haven’t already overshared could I possibly share with you all today?
1. Part of me still thinks I honestly should have spent my life working at Renaissance Faires and dressing up for a living whilst delivering Elizabethan insults and drinking things like grog and mead. I miss that weird life more than a grown-up should miss their youth, I really do.
2. Of course, another part of me is convinced that I really should have gotten that law degree back when I was young and not-quite-so-cynical.
3. I was in a horrific automobile fire when I was a kid, barely made it out of the car unburned. In fact, the firemen told us that if we’d been wearing seatbelts, we’d’ve been dead. As a result, I’m somewhat leery of wearing seatbelts, even though I know my chances of dying in an accident are much bigger than my chances of being in another fire.
4. Being a goat farmer was the hardest, most rewarding work I’ve ever done in my life. I’m not sure I really want to do it again – even though it is my “ideal” life, I think I’m too lazy for that lifestyle now.
5. I kill most houseplants, and yet I long for a greenhouse of my own. I have it all planned out, what I’ll grow (citrus, avocado, maybe some year-round tomatoes…) If I were being realistic, I’d be visualizing what it would look like with everything overwatered & dead in the middle of winter…
6. There are some days when I miss the home I built myself, and the desert landscape in Utah, almost more than I can bear. I tend to be bitchier than usual on those days, but I don’t want anyone I love to know the reason, so I make something up about a headache or a bad day at work. Not that there aren’t plenty of bad days at work – or headaches, for that matter – as well. But sometimes, I’m just homesick.
7. My grandfather worked for the FBI and was shipped out of Georgia during the Civil Rights era “for his protection”. He always refused to talk about it, and while I’m curious, I’m also afraid that I’d learn something I didn’t want to know if I file a petition for info. I don’t want anything I learn to affect the wonderful memories I have of my grandaddy, so I may never learn the truth about his life.
8. My mother has MS, and one of the reasons I waited too long to have kids was that I was afraid of passing bad genes along. Almost serves me right to have to contemplate using donor eggs. And despite all that, you’d better believe I’ll be screening for immunological issues…
9. I’ve always wished I had painting or drawing talent. I’m a decent sculptor, I’ve done ornamental blacksmithing for a living, and I am a modestly talented fiber-artist. Can’t draw worth a damn, though, and I’ve always regretted that artistic lack.
10. I am fascinated by bags and boxes and cubby holes of all sorts and sizes. I’m easy to buy gifts for – an empty box usually works just fine for me!
And that’s it for today. Thanks, Emily
, for the award, & for the easy-to-write-post for the day!
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