The Versatile Blogger Award, Sharing the Love
Anxious to read what others had to say about my two new posts, I opened by blog this morning as was just a bit disappointed to see only one comment. But, oh, what a comment it was! Jade nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award, and I’ve only been an active blogger for one week. After a bit of singing, dancing, and other forms of merriment I’ll leave up to your imagination, I accepted her nomination with all the dignity of a giddy 50ish woman meeting George Clooney.
Seriously, thank you, Jade, for reading my blog and appreciating my observations, stories, and humor. I’m a subscriber to Jade’s blog, Click and Write and I highly recommend you get on her bandwagon.
As in being crowned Miss America or Miss Klingon Empire (yes, there is such a pageant), there are duties and responsibilities that come with this honor. Here are the rules:
- Thank the person who awarded you and link back to them in your post. (Done!)
- Tell 7 Random facts about yourself. (Read on…)
- Pass the award on to 7 new-found (or old favorite) bloggers. (Oh, the suspense!)
- Contact each blogger you want to pass the award on to and let them know you’ve done so, and let the giver of your award know you accept it… or not. (Check your “in-boxes.”)
Random Lorna Facts
I have Seasonal Affect Disorder (S.A.D.) in reverse, which is not to say I have D.A.S. I am a cave-dweller, preferring clouds to sun and night to day. I am the annoying happy person during the monsoon season, saying, “Isn’t a great day to be inside?” If there are too many sunny days in a row, I get a bit edgy and sigh profusely.
This one may be hard for the more skeptical reader to swallow, but I have a plethora of anecdotal evidence that I am able to communicate with animals. I can “hear” what they are feeling and I “know” their stories. The evidence comes from people, not animals.
I have an inexplicable fear of worms. This phobia has stunted my interest in gardening as a hobby.
At the age of 53, my hair is still naturally golden blonde. I attribute this phenomenon to my life-long aversion to chocolate.
I collect obscure words on the off-chance that a game of “Balderdash” might break out and I’ll be prepared.
I don’t sweat, no matter how hard my body works or how high the temperature is–I get overheated, but never sweat. My doctors don’t seem too concerned about this, but I wonder about spontaneous combustion.
I think I had a near-death experience and went the place between life and death. It was awesome–and I am using that word the way it should be used. “They” sent me back because I had to accomplish one more thing before I died for real. I just don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s developing a successful blog…