I think I'm blushing a little. You see, sometimes I actually forget that what I write, (some) people read. Strange, isn't it? I mean, I am posting this in a very public place. It's just that for so long I've been writing for me. Privately. Occasionally, I would share something with a women's small group or Bible study or Sunday School class, but otherwise my thoughts were kept hidden. I liked it that way. It felt safe.
I've been blogging for a few months now . . . . sharing openly my thoughts. But apparently in my mind, I'm sometimes pretending that they are still private. So now you understand why I was a little surprised and feeling a little shy when Lucy from lucille in the sky gave me this award. (Wasn't that sweet of her?)
But it reminded me that someone is reading my heart -- in all it's silliness, goofiness, seriousness, messiness . . . It's out there for all to see. I'm glad she liked it. And if you do too, I'm honored.
Now, according to this award, I am to tell you seven random things about myself. Hmmm.
1. I have a lead foot.
2. Sometimes my husband's driving scares me. But I'd still rather sit in the passenger seat so I can study everything as we pass by -- tree houses, flowers, barns -- and occasionally the ditch I think he's getting too close to. I let him know about it, so I can get back to enjoying the passing scenery.
3. I'd love to have an old pickup truck from the 1950s. I can just picture my hubby and me in it . . . and my kids are mysteriously absent.
4. Thanks to my parents' kindness, we built a house a few years ago on the original homestead of the family farm I grew up on. I'm lovin' it.
5. Yes, I'm a farmer's daughter (and proud of it!). I've driven tractors when my dad was desperate for help. I've helped bale straw. I've bottle-fed lambs. And I've called pigs to their dinner -- that last talent won my husband over.
6. I still have my poodle skirt that my grandmother made for me in eighth grade for Halloween. I can kinda-sorta still wear it if I'm creative and stand really straight and suck in hard and don't wear a shirt that tucks in . . . and don't zip it up all the way. But that counts, right?
7. And finally, I want to be a dolphin trainer when I grow up -- or be on Dancing with the Stars. But first I have to figure out how to be a star. Details.
And for the fun part . . .I'm passing this award on to some lovely ladies at these blogs I've found fairly recently. You really should check them out!