Thank You, Jules...

Jules at Trying To Get Over The Rainbow  has been so kind to bless me with this award.  Thank you, Jules, you are a pleasure to visit.  Go, say hi and tell her, Gail sent you.

There are rules, of course, attached to this one.  I will follow some (the way I do with most rules, pick the ones I want to follow)...I must share seven things about myself, probably things you don't already know.  This will be hard to do because I regularly spill my guts on this blog.

#1  I don't really care for cats.  I can hear the sharp intake of breath from all the cat lovers out there.  We have cats, I care for the cats, but I don't CARE for cats.  I don't see a kitty and say, oh, how sweet, wait, I do that, but unlike puppies, I can resist a cat.  My dislike for cats can be seen on both my blogs. :)

#2  I love dogs, any kind, any form, any age from the thick-coated to the hairless...wait, I am supposed to tell you something you don't know about me! So #2 doesn't count!

#2A  I used to hunt.  As a child, I was allowed to take the squirrel dogs out after school and bring squirrels home for food.  One day, I spied the tip of a tail, shot, it dropped...a ground squirrel!  The dogs started treeing ground squirrels and Daddy knew.  I was told I was the one who messed up the dogs, so I had to fix them.  Every day for a while, (seemed like a long time but I was a child, so who knows) I took the dogs to tree, had to locate what they had treed and verify it was the correct kind of squirrel before I shot.  If it was a ground squirrel, I would tell them no and we would move on.  If it was a fox or a gray, I would brag on them and drop it.  That was a big lesson I learned very young, KNOW WHAT you are shooting.
I did hunt deer and also critters that were a danger to domestic animals or humans.
I  no longer hunt because shooting hurts my shoulder (an old injury).

#3  I am from Arkansas and regardless of what you may have heard, I am not ignorant nor inbred although I do love to go barefoot and there ain't nothing like a good ole pair of overalls.

#4  I am insecure.  I have no confidence in my writing, in my painting, in any of my abilities and find it very hard to accept praise.

#5  I am a rock hound, a spelunker, an explorer and a history lover.

#6  I can't swim worth a hoot.  Granny always said, Don't get in the water til you know how to swim!  Seriously, we could not swim in the stock pond because it would muddy the water for the stock.  Maybe twice a year, we would get to go somewhere and play in the water.  I think I may have learned enough to save myself after our chldren were learning to swim, not in YMCA's but in creeks, rivers and lakes.  I would advise you, don't  try to drown if you are depending on me to save you.  I am kinda like Larry The Cable Guy...he used to be a lifeguard but some blue kid made him lose his job.

#7 The last chance to state some big mystery about myself you don't already know...thinking...thinking.  What was the question?  I have gone back and checked my counting, I'm from Arkansas so...with the exception of #2A, I have counted correctly.  Ahhhh, I have it...I am terrified of Scorpions!!!  You could chase me across three states with a scorpion.  I would run barefooted through sand burrs to escape the promised attack of a scorpion.  I would eat glass before I would touch a scorpion!  Here's the irony in all this, I am a Scorpio.

Okay, Jules, thanks for the fun and the award...and making me think really hard today.