I have finally been nominated for one of those chain letter type blogger awards. Like many of you who boast these cute badges on the home page of your blog, I was thrilled. (thanks Blue88 ) I need to tell you seven interesting things about myself and nominate ten bloggers of my own choosing to receive this award. Then, I too can display that cute little badge.
Hmmmm . . . I don’t see myself as particularly interesting, so I’ll have to give this some thought. Here goes, in random order, seven (semi?) interesting things about me.
I was privileged to be in the delivery room for the birth of both my granddaughters (Emma and Britney) and these two experiences were absolutely phenomenal. My daughter was like some kind of force of nature giving birth to those kids – she did all the work and I had all the fun! What comes around goes around. It was my turn to enjoy myself.
On one of my annual week-long visits to Ottawa to see my son and his lovely wife, he and I watched the entire DVD boxed set of The Shield – all seven seasons. I don’t think we had more than a few moments of fresh air the entire week – but it was January in Ottawa so no big loss on that front. During the first couple of seasons, I tried valiantly to defend MacKay’s behaviour (the dirty-cop-main-character), but my son just kept shaking his head and telling me, “Stop drinking the MacKay Kool-Aid, Mom.” And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get another one of the character’s name right – Aceaveda. I kept calling him Mesa Verde – Bruce and I had been down to Colorado and visited the ruins at Mesa Verde and the name really stuck in my mind.
All of my life I have had a fear of chickens. Not the Kentucky fried kind – the live running around and clucking kind. When I was two, my dad took my mom to the hospital to have my little brother and my older brother and I were dropped off at the house of a woman who had chickens. I remember both my brother and I had new yo-yos. That memory does cause me to wonder why on earth my mom would have given yo-yos to two children whose combined ages hardly reached five. It was a different era. Anyway, this woman told us to stay outside and play or she would take away our yo-yos. While outside her chickens chased me all over the yard and pecked at my hands and legs. Not the nicest childhood memory, but this is the dark and twisted stuff that we writers are made of.
The first time I ever became inebriated, I was fifteen years old. Two girlfriends and I crouched in the bushes behind the high school and polished off a mickey of lemon gin before going into a school dance. Someone had the brilliant idea that lemon gin would be a good choice because it didn’t need any mixer. After all, hiding out in the bushes we knew we didn’t have access to all the accruements of a well-stocked bar. Suffice to say that the dance was a disaster. I spent most of the night in the washroom throwing up and I cannot stomach the smell of any type of gin to this day.
One day, many years ago, when we had far less money than we do today and a new truck was something from a fantasy dreamland – Bruce and I had to drive 60 kilometers in the pouring rain with the windows down and a rope tied to the non-working windshield wipers of our old Mazda pickup. I would lean out the passenger window and pull the rope from my side of the truck and then Bruce would reach out and pull from his side. Thank goodness we were on our way there to get the bloody wipers fixed. (That isn’t a picture of our truck – but you get the idea – right?)
Even though I have lived for years in an area where bears wander freely and cougar sightings are not unusual, the only scary animal encounter I’ve ever had occurred between myself and a Billy goat. Our neighbours kept goats and when they moved they had to make two trips to take them away. They didn’t have a trail like ours, so they walked the first batch over to our place and up to the waiting trailer. They said they would come back for the Billy goat. I guess he got sort of pissed off being left on his own, because he broke out of his pen and followed the smell of his female friends over to our place. At that time we had a sliding glass door that opened out to our deck. I happened to glance out that glass door and saw this goat with his front legs up in the apple tree and his mouth going a mile a minute. From my vantage point inside the cabin, he looked more a nuisance than anything else. I grabbed my broom and rushed out on the deck to chase him away – big mistake. He took one look at me, slammed down onto all four of his goat hooves and charged. I barely made it back inside the cabin, frantically pulling the heavy glass door shut behind me. That goat charged those glass doors at least four times with his horns down, blowing steam out of his nostrils. It felt like the whole cabin was shaking by the time he gave it up. I guess the moral of that story is that hell hath no fury like a Billy goat who has lost his harem.
I’m on my second marriage which I’m pretty sure will be my last marriage as two husbands in any woman’s life is more than enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m just saying . . . reminds me of a sign I saw when we were travelling down in California recently. It was in the little beach town of Avila at a bakery that sold the best fudge ever. “A woman looking for a husband has never had one.” So, there you have it.
And now for the list of my ten nominees. I’ve followed some of these blogs for a while now and some are new discoveries. All are worth checking out. (These are in no particular order and I apologize in advance if I have been so remiss as to nominate anyone who has already won this particular award or if my nomination strikes you as a big pain in the butt):
Dinosaurs, Science, and Design
Thanks again for the nod! It means a lot.
I see you’ve figured out how to post the Versatile badge on your site. Can you give me the step-by-step? I’m a real doofus with anything technical…haven’t been able to figure it out 😀
You wouldn’t believe the time I spent trying to figure it out! You go to the appearance menu on the left hand side of the dashboard. Choose widgets. Find the image widget. Now this is the part that I couldn’t get for the longest time. Before you can use an image you have to first place it up in your media library. Then you copy the location and paste that into the ULR spot in the image widget box. Hope that helps, Gwen.
Success! I never would have figured this out. Thanks again for the recognition. I tagged your blog in my post.
This blog entry is very enjoyable, with its seven insights and their accompanying pictures. Your choice of events definitely brings out the “funny Fran” in you. Congratulations on your nomination for the Versatile Blogger Award. As far as I’m concerned, you are a star candidate. I think you could write about anything and make it interesting. Cheers!
Thanks so much for the kind words, Louise. I was hoping to create a list that even people who know me pretty well might read and say – well, that’s something new about Fran. And as always a bit of dry wit doesn’t hurt.
Enjoyed this since I too had a windshield wiper incident and a convertible whose top wouldn’t go up. And I too am afraid of chickens. Small world.
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Nice to connect to another person with a chicken fear – the windshield wiper incident is just icing on the cake! A small world indeed.
Aww, thanks for the nomination! I think it’s so funny that you’re afraid of chickens – our main character is a chef who is terrified of chickens, too. I can understand the fear – those scaly legs and claws of theirs… Thanks for sharing!
Too funny – a chef afraid of chickens! I look forward to reading about this character. And you are very welcome for the nomination. Hope you have as much fun with your list of interesting things as I did.
Fran, I’m a total doof and even though you messaged me and told me you nominated me for this I must have missed the post in my reader and only just saw it when I clicked over to your site. I am honored and just used my daily 750 words to begin the post in response to the nod, and I got to 874 words and only finished interesting fact # 2. I ramble. So I’ll let you know when that post is finished and up on my blog.
Also, I really like this kind of thing because you get to know other writers. 🙂
I agree – it is fun to get to read the things that people think are interesting about them. I’m looking forward to your post.