One of my biggest failures when it comes to blogging is accepting awards. I intend to accept them, but there is a big difference between intention and execution. That being said, if you have ever given me an award and I did not acknowledge it, I am sorry.
Last week, Jessie gave me the Honest Scrap award. Jessie is a newer friend that I found through the Friday 55 crew. She does amazing things in just 55 words. Thanks for the award Jessie. Drop her a visit and check her out!
I threw the rules out.
1. I am the oldest of three children, though I was the second born.
2. Traditionally during the holidays, we eat brains at least once. Nothing from a can, they are much better fresh from the butcher. I like to think this helps me relate to some stories I read out here in the blogosphere.
3. I was pretty quiet through the teen years, more of the brooding goth style, before goth was ever popular. Black was my friend because it helped me blend into the shadows and I did some pretty freaky things to keep people at a distance. My greatest aspiration was to be a vampire, my name was Romulus.
4. I have worked at least one day in 27 different states.
5. Speaking of work, if you have not been keeping tally of the jobs I held through my stories, I have been a dock worker, care giver, lawn mower, tire manufacturer, statistician, intern deputy sheriff, counselor, teacher, salesman, manager, area training director, training manager, youth pastor, administrative/operations director (for churches) and a therapist. Nothing like variety.
6. I taught myself to speed read, not skim, mind you. On a good day I can read 150-180 pages an hour.
7. There was a rather large gap of time where I would barely acknowledge my sister. That is behind us now and I think of her often.
8. I danced in the Nutcracker, with the beautiful woman that eventually became my wife. One of the pieces was a ballroom dance, so I was in a suit. The other was the Arabian and I wore billowy pants and a really tiny vest. Sorry, all the pictures have been burned.
9. The moment I saw my wife, I turned to my friend and told him she was the one I was going to marry. Nine months later we were engaged and after another two and a half years we were married. She is amazing and I love her greatly.
10. I was in a heavy metal garage band at one point, we actually recorded a tape. That should tell you how long ago it was. Our signature song was Slimy Oatmeal, typical teen angst saturated in sexual innuendo. We also wrote a ballad once about a homeless man falling in love with a lady of the night. We were called Romulus, go figure.
Here are ten friends you should visit, because I don't want them to feel the pressure of accepting an award...
Wizard of Otin
Dances with God
Life through Reflections
Recovery from a Life not Lived
The Fifty Factor
If I left you out, I still love you and when I get around to accepting another award six months from now I'll give you a shout out!