I really, really wanted to take a moment to mention "two things.”
Pheww. OK. Now that’s taken care of, ahhhhh, I feel so much better :)
Elsewhere, in our top story today, DL Hammons is hosting his
third annual WRiTE
CLUB.
There is still a week to email your 500-word (max) entry and all submissions remain anonymous.
(Which is awesome because I’m having the dickens
of a time whether to submit my Victorian-era, Zombie-Slasher organic (yet
romantic) poem using the alias of Morgan, DPK or Elise? :)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Beverly
Fox was very kind to recently award me a “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award.
Accordingly I am to reveal seven random things about ones
self….
·
As
a 17-year-old, I was arrested in Magaluf,
Spain and spent at least five hours “communicating my desire” to not pay a
$50 bribe (never mind being brave and not giving in to corruption - it was all the drinking money I had left!)
Upon my eventual “escape” (sans
payment of any kind – score!) I eventually made it back to our hotel at 6 a.m...
...Where I *fully* expected each of my six mates to be
busy coordinating pre-Internet emails called "faxes" (!) while working the phones to and from the Irish embassy - all in a
valiant effort to secure my release. It was then very surprising to find our room
empty and dark.
I was the first one home!
·
I
adore the ocean (any of them) – or any wave-making lakes, (hello Michael Di CHICAGO :), but don’t need to do much *in* the water. Listening to the waves is
enough.
·
My
favorite number is 56 (I also have no clue why, but there you go…)
·
The
only sport I truly, truly love is baseball. I’m a die-hard Angels fan who is currently on bended knee. I
can’t *wait* for Spring Training 2014. (Have you seen the newest horror movie, Nightmare at Anaheim Stadium?)
·
My
first real job as a growing lad in Dublin was “apprentice truck driver.” We
used to drive all over Ireland to change/replace those old linen towel machines
in toilets and restaurant kitchens.
One day, my driver/friend was
teaching me how to drive (ahead of my road test) when I reversed into a
stationary car. (It wasn't a Mercedes, but could have been a Hallmark.)
I was fired hours later.
·
However,
if I had gotten my license, I would
have happily settled in Dublin with some “young wan” and would *never* have
asked my Da if it was OK to go live in Amsterdam with my Dutch Oma.
But, after the crash, Da said sure. Jobs
were scarce in 1989, why not go live in Amsterdam (as a nineteen-year-old youngster) for a
few months? (Place original yellow smiley face HERE.)
·
Thus,
if I hadn’t of moved to Amsterdam, my
Wanderlust gene might still be dormant – and I guarantee I wouldn’t be here in Hawaii with my beautiful family,
twenty-three years later. (Thank you, Car Driver for parking where you did that
day – and I’m sorry, again!)
Shannon, you are an amazing woman, wife, writer and mother.
You have my prayers and best wishes, and I only wish I had a hundredth of your will power and strength.
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