spreading a little sunshine . . .

oh look!  i have been blessed with the sunshine award from bev at black ink paperie!  how awesome!  thanks bev!

“The Sunshine Award is an award given by bloggers to other bloggers. The receivers of the Sunshine Award are bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogsphere.”

as a sunshine award recipient, i must share with you seven snippets of previously unshared information.  i am feeling the pressure to be witty now, not that these snippets need to be witty, but bev is SO witty; she is an inspiration!  and a very tough act to follow! here goes . . .

1.  it is difficult for me to be witty about my personal life as i tend to be a boring rule follower and have a poor memory for non-academic information.  i do remember skipping school once in the twelfth grade, however.  me and my fellow rebels went to the local gas station for tater logs and then drove to the local cemetery to eat them.  living on the wild side, locally speaking.

2. i also remember hiding the teacher's paddle in the 4th grade while she was taking her afternoon siesta during social studies class.  oh!  and in the third grade, i got paddled for talking during p.e.  these, of course, are isolated disciplinary incidents in an otherwise impeccable academic career.

3.  speaking of paddling, i feel i should also reveal that i hung onto my innocence much longer than the normal southern girl might.  to illustrate this point, in my mid-twenties i was dating a guy who liked artsy fartsy movies; the kind that win awards at the cannes film festival.  i decided i'd show my cultured side by renting one such movie all on my own.  i went to the video store and did just that, brought it home, and the summary looked so interesting one of my roommates decided to watch it with me.  now when our third roommate came home and found out what we were watching, well, she had a fit.  a FIT i tell ya.  demanded we get it out of the house immediately and tell know one we ever saw it.  what?  how was i supposed to know that "spanking the monkey" was inappropriate?  and i promptly told the tail to anyone and everyone.  innocence is nothing to be ashamed of and laughing at yourself is a healthy thing.

4. this same group of roommates eventually loosened up a bit.  why not too long after the monkey incident we all collectively got a wild hair decided to have a drink together.  i should mention here that we all went to same conservative religious establishment.  rebels that we were, we went to the grocery store and each picked out a wine cooler.  and none of us brought our house keys.  so we had to sit on our front steps waiting for deliverance as the rebellious spirit withered in paper or plastic, i can't remember which.

5. now i'm a bit of a control freak, so i've only actually been drunk once in my life and that was unintentionally.  i had a really bad cold and took a double dose of robitussin formula 44D.  i sat on the bathroom counter giving a discourse on square roots and tree roots.  it's probably a good thing that i am not prone to excessive drinking as i am apparently even more boring drunk than sober.

6.  i like to sing about drinking though.  my mom introduced us to a broad range of musical genres as children.  we watched heehaw and the lawrence welk show religiously growing up.  sometimes even both in the same night.  my mom's album collection consisted of cowboys, cowboys, cowboys, and ed ames.  our favorite was the son's of the pioneers rendition of "cigareets and whuskey and wild wild women!  they'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insaaaaaaane!"  my brother and i would belt out this catchy tune over and over and over . . .

7. and speaking of my mother, i think i get my large dose of naivete from her.  for example, she once stopped on the side of the road to buy a t-shirt for my teenaged nephew, because she knew how much he loved tie dye. image his complete delight to open the package and find a new tee from grandma with a huge rebel flag in the shape of a marijuana leaf emblazoned upon it.  "mom!  what were you thinking?!!"  innocently, and with self-righteous overtones, "what?  i don't know anything about that stuff."  indignantly, "well, didn't you at least study the civil war in school?"  her reply, "i was never good in geography."

now i must nominate some blogs to pass on the award. so, with out further ado here they are in no particular order.....

julie kirk from notes on paper
christy strickler from my scrapbook revolution
ashley calder from things that shine
betsy sammarco from just a pharmgirl
connie mercer from crafty goodies with a vintage flair
amy kingsford from creating memories
sharyn tormanen from tormville