Seven Stylish Secrets
I usually blog on Sundays, but since I sometimes blog on Mondays or even miss a week, today I’m blogging on Friday. Did that make sense? Oh, good! For a minute there I thought my logic had gone bad.
The wonderfully stylish and sensational Pat Esden has tapped me for the:
Which I’m delighted to accept. My first every blog award! Hold on a moment while I enjoy a good squee. 🙂
You should check out Pat’s seven things. She’s got some interesting bits to share in her list, including a really fun link to a museum buggy pic with her basket inside. How cool is that? Now I have a new aspiration–to someday see an object of mine in a museum!
Okay, so on to my seven secrets, which will no longer be secrets as of this writing. Unless, of course, these are someone else’s secrets. In which case, shhhh! Don’t tell them.
- Despite having had many unpleasant encounters and gone into anaphylaxic shock from contact with peanuts, plus carrying a double-barreled epipen and enough benadryl to knock out a horse, I sometimes wonder if I really have a peanut allergy. Maybe I’ve outgrown it, maybe it was really a mold allergy all along and if I could just find ‘clean’ peanuts, there wouldn’t be a problem, maybe…you see how it goes? I am living proof that a person can live quite happily in denial. So long as they don’t eat peanuts.
- When I was a child I found my name quite boring. There was no story attached to it, like there was for my sisters, and I don’t have a middle name. So, I used to play with my name, splitting it up as Sue and Anne, etc. Oh, wait! I still do that, as witness the reinstatment of the Z!
- I have a history degree and am drawn to historic sites like a fly to honey, but I have no desire (at this time) to write historic fiction. Go figure.
- I brush off my bed each night before I climb in and go to sleep. If that princess thought a pea was lumpy, she should try sleeping with a speck of dust!
- I was a late reader, and in fact didn’t really see the point of it all. I had three older sisters and a mom who read aloud–what did I need to spend time with baby books for? I think it was the arrival of my second brother (meaning we had two little ones in the house) which forced me to crack the reading code. I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to make up for lost time.
- When I was a child, I said I wanted to be a giant when I grew up and have one hundred children. I was going to name them 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on. Thank goodness for underachievement and stunted childhood dreams!
- I have always wanted to travel, but I’m the world’s worst traveler. I have to be careful of every bite which goes in my mouth, I don’t want anyone in my space without my permission, and I don’t sleep well without my own pillow. The good thing is, I’m wonderfully stubborn and still plan to visit every country in the world before I topple into my grave at the ripe old age of 342!
There you have it–my every secret hung out on the line to air in the sunshine. Or lack thereof–it’s raining here. As per the rules that guide all stylish bloggers:
1. Thank and link to the person(s) who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to five blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them.
I hereby proclaim the following friends
recipients of the Sylish blogger award, and invite them to share seven somethings and pass it on!