The universe is not fair, but it works out in my favor, so I’m happy about it. I’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad boy, and I got a reward. I’ve been lurking in bloggers’ back yards. I’ve been peeking in website windows. The RockStar made Sparklebumps take down the 82 inch closed-circuit flat-screen she had mounted outside. The Hobbler, who’s NotHobblingNow, threw an all-girls party last week. They kept the drapes tightly closed, but the window was open a bit. You should have heard what those women had to say.
I went over to TheDatingBitch’s place to watch her circus act. Her Mom and Stepdad got knocked off their motorcycle by a semi, and were in hospital. Within the next week, her followers had lobbed four blog awards at her, and she was juggling all of this like a trouper. As I was skulking my way back to my den, I found, at the entrance, one of her awards. I tried to return it to her, but she insisted that I keep it, so I took the One Lovely Blog award in, and hung it from a root sticking out of the cave wall.
She was so nice and understanding, I’ve vowed to give up my evil ways, and only use the Power of the Award for good. I humbly thank her for this honor, and the fact that she can afford to have someone make me disappear so smoothly that even my mother wouldn’t question it, plays no part in my sudden good manners.
I think (occasionally) that I’m supposed to tell you seven things about myself. That’s difficult. I’m so boring that even I haven’t paid any attention. This will be a surprise to even me.
What is a favorite childhood memory? All of them! The unfearing freedom to roam the reaches of my small town, from dawn until dusk. Climbing trees, building forts, tanning and swimming at the beach. I was not impressed when adulthood arrived, accompanied by jobs, taxes, bills and social responsibility.
What is a real fear I have? Nothing I would describe as a fear. I’ve handled snakes. They’re dry. I don’t want to handle earthworms because they’re damp and slimy. I used to swim in rivers and out into Lake Huron. It’s just as well that what little swimming I do now is in clear, shallow pools. Unlike SteadilySkippingStones, I have no worry about sharks….but there is a bit of that unreasonable concern about what is underneath me.
How would I describe myself? If you’ve read my previous post about management training, the answer is Honest. If not then, maybe methodical…. or steadfast.
What is my style? Guys have style? Comfortably casual! I smiled and waved to Queen Elizabeth, wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt. Motorcycle boots, black Levis and a polo shirt are a step up from that. Are we talking about lifestyle? More comfortably casual, with some tactfully straightforward thrown in for good measure, although I’ve been known to shove a shopping cart up the butt of the inconsiderate asshole who *forgets* it. Then it’s more straightforward, and less tactful.
What countries have I lived in? With my financial situation, it’s all I can do to Live, in Canada. I visited Quebec for about an hour one afternoon and was not impressed with it, and drove back. Once the kids were grown, I had chances to visit the eastern section of the USA. I drove to Florida three times with my brother, and the wife and I have been as far as Charleston, SC, three times. Not exactly a world traveller, but the trips have been enjoyable and educational.
What is my favorite breakfast food? Unlike my parents and brother, I’ve never been a morning person. The earlier I have to get up, the longer I have to wait before feeding. The first couple of days after we were married, the wife dutifully got up and made me bacon and eggs, as she had for her brother. I dutifully ate them and then threw them up before leaving for work. If the first meal of the day is *breakfast*, occasionally, after I fall out of bed around noon, I’ve been known to have spoon-size shredded wheat. Milk and a bit of sugar, but not those frosted ones.
What are some of my hobbies? Definitely reading! I’m starting to do more of that on-line but still manage to complete about a book a week. I don’t *collect* books, but I’ve never let go of a sci-fi book once I’ve owned it. I have fifty-five years worth, about a thousand. I have a motley assortment of various types of knives, most of which have been given to me. I have one handmade knife, like an overgrown scalpel, on the hippo-tooth ivory handle of which, I had two different gryphons scrimshawed.
I’m supposed to inflict….afflict….pass this award on to a bunch of other deserving bloggers but, like the tesseract in the Thor movie, that might be something I could get into, but not out of. I mentioned SkippingStones and NotHobbling, above, and will contact them. Also, Savor’s back, yet again, this time as SavortheDivorce. If When you visit, watch out for her left hook, she holds the wine in her right. She could use some support and sympathetic company.
New bloggers pop up, and old reliable ones sometimes just quietly disappear. I don’t know what might cause me to stop blogging but, while I’m here, I’ve met a Bunch of the nicest people I’ll never meet.