JD is a compassionate lady who goes above and beyond to promote her fellow authors, and it's a privilege to know her. Thank you JD, for this award.
And now the rules for the award:
* Display the award certificate on your website (right-click the image and select "save as").
* Announce your win with a post, and link to whomever presented your award.
* Present 15 awards to deserving bloggers (I selected 5)..
* Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post.
* Post 7 interesting things about yourself.
Now for the seven facts. Hmm...seven that are appropriate for the general public to know that I haven't already shared...that might be challenging. If I repeat anything that I've already written, please feel free to share your chocolate stash with someone else.
You were going to share with me, right? And you know that writers (especially editor types) are starving artists existing on piles of chocolate and caffeine IV drips...right? Ah well...*sniffle*.
When I was a young child, one of Daddy's dearest friends was a veterinarian. I loved helping him any way a little kid could, and that, coupled with my deep love for animals made me believe it was my destiny to become a vet too.
In high school that dream faded, and I decided to pursue other career options. Do I have regrets? Sometimes.
Sometimes my animals take on human qualities. In the past I've had a dog that smiled (see above picture), a cat that loved riding on bicycles and in golf carts, and a horse that passed out if a gate touched her on the rump.
But no wonder my pets think they're human. When I was eight years old, Easter ducklings accompanied my mother and me to the local grocery store. Mama convinced the manager to let us bring the quackers in by telling him the truth: they were just purchased at the local feed store and it was too hot to leave them in the car. The kind man agreed with the conditions that the ducks were imprisoned in their shoebox and kept quiet. The latter worked until we reached the poultry section. Unable to maintain his silence any longer, the drake poked his head through hole in the box and quacked his rebellion...at the top of his voice.
Mama turned shocked looks into fits of giggles by clearing her throat and saying, "My, when they say fresh meat, they mean it, don't they?"
On a side note I've brought a horse into my mother's house and a kitten to church services.
I have a thirst for adventure, and ove exploring new nature trails. There's also been white water rafting tours down a river in Colorado.
During an anthropology/archeology field trip in New Mexico, we braved rattlesnakes to learn about ancient rock art. It became an even more educative experience when I was forced to jump off a cliff into the arms of my classmates below. It was learning, because I discovered no matter how good the intentions, a falling human body can't be caught in a crowd of people's arms, and that in some cases, extra fat on the rump is a good thing.
I love indulging in somewhat exotic foods:
- mountain oysters
I love staying at old hotels reported as having paranormal activity. Places I've stayed so far.
Inn on Bourbon (Also known as the French Opera House New Orleans, LA)
Emily Morgan (San Antonio, Texas)
Menger Hotel (San Antonio, Texas)
Like my character Amelia, I was a very imaginative child. I dressed chickens in doll clothes, and shared peanut butter sandwiches with my pony. I told members of the church that my mother fed me cat food (it was Cracklin' Oat Bran), and pretended to be a calf by licking off a salt lick in the pasture. Yeah, my dad put an end to that, fast.
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