Ok, this is an easy post... I like these. The wonderful Maria over at Bored Mommy has given me the Kreativ Blogger Award (I guess it's more creative if you misspell 'creative???) I like this award because it will not only let me tell you some interesting facts about myself, hopefully I will learn something about my fellow 'kreativ' bloggers. First, the rules:
The rules for accepting this award are:
1) Thank the person giving the award (thank you Maria!)
2) Copy the award to your blog
3) Place a link to their blog
4) Name 7 things people don’t know about you
5) Nominate 7 bloggers
6) Place a link to those bloggers
7) Leave a comment letting those bloggers know about the award
The SEVEN Things People Don’t Know About Me:
When I was first married (around 26 years old) we, by an odd sequence of events, ended up with a 17 year old German exchange student for a year. Being the 26 year old mother of a 17 year old boy for a year is a whole blog in itself. Perhaps someday I will expound.
I was barefoot at my wedding... the whole day, for that matter. Although I did not ever want a stereotypical church wedding, I did want a beautiful gown. But there was no way I was going to wear some shoes on my wedding day that I would never wear in real life. So I didn't. And good thing. We were married on a cliff overlooking the ocean where I had to climb these stone stairs to get to the 'alter'. I can just envision the outcome if I had been wearing some ridiculous shoes making that hike.
I love, LOVE, Broadway shows. Although I could never live in a city, I certainly adore visiting. The first show I saw on Broadway was Phantom of the Opera. I could never do it justice if I tried to explain the experience. Put it on your bucket list.
I have had four pregnancies and one miscarriage. Statistics tell us that between 25% and 40% of conceptions result in a miscarriage, so I was confused when I had one (as I still am today) why I never heard women talk about them. It is something I have been meaning to explore further.
I lived in Maine for the first 20 years of my life... except for a random few months when my mom up and moved us to Missouri. I know... Missouri? Who the hell picks up and moves from Maine to Missouri? What is in Missouri? Not much, from what I can recall at age five.
The very first guy I ever dated came out of the closet years later. My parents laughed at me. They always knew there was something a little 'off' about him. He liked Depeche Mode... I should have taken the hint.
We owned chickens when I was little. I remember seeing a chicken with no head running around after the ax came down (literally). It's pretty traumatising to have a pet and then have him on the dinner table the next day. I refused chicken for a long while. I also refused beef after being taken to see a slaughterhouse. When you are five and see a cow after he has gone through the belly ripper as he hangs upside down to bleed to death, it changes your view of McDonalds hamburgers. I associate slaughterhouses and tortured cattle with Missouri. I don't like Missouri.
See, I bet you never knew those things about me. Now, I want to learn something about some of the bloggers I stalk:
Kameron at A Wrinkle In Time
HappyAtHome at Life Is Like Champagne
Christina at Live Outloud
St at Playa Minded
Nap Mom at No Regrets
Kelly at Your View of My World
Deb at Spawnocalypse
Mandi at Our Life With 2 Crazy Kids
Ok, ladies... spill it! (Add photos to illustrate as well.... I like photos.)