An Award

Ginabean gave me an award! Thanks Gina!

Now I have to tell you 7 things (which I don't think I've ever done in all the time I've been blogging....how did I do that?)

So...7 things you may not know (some of you will though because you've known me too well for way more years than I want to contemplate):

1. I could fly an airplane before I could drive a car. (I "soloed" a week after my 16th birthday and used to fly acrobatic planes with my cousin.)

2. I was a majorette in high school and caught the football field on fire at half time during homecoming. (Didn't have to call the fire department though...they were already standing by.)

3. I have a Masters of Civil Engineering degree because I didn't want to find a job when I graduated undergrad.

4. The furthest from home I've ever been is Riga, Latvia.

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5. I once poked a Highway Patrolman in the chest for leaving me beside the road when my car wouldn't start. (He had pulled me, given me a ticket, then took off. When I got in my car and tried to start it, it wouldn't. I got out, started jumping up and down in the road screaming at him to come back. He did. I yelled at him, jabbing him in the chest with my finger...you know "ARE YOU CRAZY? DON'T YOU EVER LEAVE A GIRL ALONE ON THE ROAD LIKE THAT WITHOUT MAKING SURE HER CAR WOULD START! EVER! EVER! EVER!" He was very contrite and jumped my car. I bet he never left the scene like that again.)

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6. I have no idea how to properly hem a skirt, pants, dress, anything...and don't want to know.

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7. I am sitting in my hotel room at the Holiday Inn Express in Suffolk, Virginia which is the closest available non-creepy hotel room to my job site. (The wonderful B&B I stayed in the night before was full last night). If I had not found it, I probably would have slept in my truck in the parking lot at the Gates County courthouse last night. I would have been fine. My truck is comfortable and the sheriff would have kept an eye on me but it would have been hot.

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So, there it is...proof that though I may appear normal on the outside, on the inside...I may be just a little off.

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I'm supposed to tag folks but I can't choose. So, if you want to be tagged, go for it. I love reading the wacky things you think people don't know about you.

My First Award

Janera gave me an award! It's my first. I feel so special to be included in her list!

"This is what the award stands for: 'These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.'"

So, now I must choose eight bloggers... that's tough.

Mrs. Goodneedle, of course because she got me started!
Nane, because she inspires me to do things other than quilt.
Tipper, because of her stories and music.
Dana, because she cracks me up and her photography is stunning. Dude!
Colleen, because every quilt she does, I want to do too!
Marlene, oh, she cracks me up and she makes me think.
Peg, because, everything she does, I want to do too.
Carrie, because just look at her applique, y'all!
Stina, because she is a sweetheart and I wish she could send me some snow.

(yeah, I know that's nine. I have a hard time with rules.)

When I started blogging over a year ago (yeah, I missed my one year anniversary), my reason was to help keep up with the everyday joys, quirks, and laughter of life that I would otherwise forget. I wanted to remember my quilting progress and other odd things that go through my head. I loved reading Mrs. Goodneedle's blog and it looked like so much fun to be able to go back and see the things that randomly cross your mind on an ordinary day.

At first, I thought "comments? I don't care if people comment on my blog. It doesn't matter if anyone reads it or not." At first... but then... I found out how much I loved hearing from other people. Janera, the Garden Hat Lady, talks about pen pals in her latest post. Remember pen pals? You, know, back when we used to write letters and put them in the mail and wait for weeks for a response? I find myself waiting for comments as well as waiting for new posts to my favorite blogs with the same anticipation of waiting to hear the mailman slow down at the end of the driveway when I was 13 years old.

My purpose in blogging is the same as when I started. I want to write. I want to remember. But it has become so much more than that. Blogging is a network of friends both near and far who care for me and for whom I care, who pray for me and for whom I have prayed, who make me laugh and who laugh with me.

What a wonderful world.