This was an award bestowed upon me by my cousin Guy. He’s a watercolorist and his work is really quite amazing. His website is on my sidebar and his blog is… well dang! Where is that. Let me go find it. brb… okay his Blog is here and this is one of my more recent works I really enjoyed. He’s gave me this awared so I can share some things you may not know about me as well as pass this along to some other deserving bloggers. I’ve done that passing along incognito – y’all can do with as you will but I’ll share my 7 “unknowns” here.
(1) My heart is out West right now with my Quilting Mentor. She’s in the hospital right now with H1N1. I wish I could express how much she means to me but y’all probably have a Quilting Mentor, right? You know how much she means to me.
(2) At the age of 15 my Mom pisssssed me offff! So, I raised my right fist to punch her. Mom, being a born and raised a San Francisco “city girl” walked really close to me, looked me in the eye, dropped the tone in her voice and simply said: “If you think you can take me out, go right ahead.” My GAWD! I didn’t. I was scared.
(3) When I was over 16 but under 18 I took my Dad’s really nice Ford pick up truck into town and went out with my girlfriend. We drove it down the “strip” in Reno, Nevada and rocked out like cool chicks. I figured he’d never find out. I was soooo wrong about that and I was sooo busted.
(4) When I was 16 I backed out of the garage and bent the track that the door comes down on with the front fender of the car. I tried to hide it by closing the garage door, which in turn bend the sh!t out of the door – ruined it really. That garage door was in baaaad shape and so was I.
(5) I used to tell my Mom I was spending the night with a girlfriend when in reality we were taking a trip over the hill (Sierra/Nevada Pass) into Sacramento and partying! At the tender age of 15 was I. That was so unsafe! I did it something like 3 times that I can remember. I don’t think I tried this with my Dad but I might have.
(6) When I was a teenager our mail would go to the Post Office so I’d cut school then try to get home and hit the Post Office Box to pull my “cut card” out before my Dad got to it. Slick plan until I got caught. Then… Oh I was sooooo busted but my grades didn’t suffer (as I recall).
(7) My ex-stepmom threw a box of empty Tide in my bedroom at me when I was 15/16 yelling at me telling me something about paying for my own laundry or something. I hated her. I snapped and had enough of her by then. My Dad was at work. I took that damn empty box of Tide, walked across the hall into their bedroom and threw it at her then walked up close to her and scared the sh!t out of HER! Made her cry. I was ready to take her out and beat her @$$! I don’t hate her anymore but that’s only because she’s gone.
Whew, this was difficult because I couldn’t share anything that I really wanted to. You know, like my position on Healthcare, Gay Marriage, Gitmo, Legalization of Marijuana, Sarah Palin or anything dicey! Of course, I like my Blog and my friends here so it was best I didn’t do that, ha?
I knew there was a reason I liked you SO much! You were (still are?) a naughty girl! Love it! I've done a few(?) things in my past that I'm not exactly proud of, but it's the patchwork of our lives that makes us who we are, right? Right!
I am sending healing thoughts to your mentor right now.
Loved Guy's painting, by the way. What a talented man!
Sounds like you had “fun, fun, fun til your daddy took the T-Bird awaaaa…aaaaaaay!”
Nice to know…you were a “normal” teenager….been there with you…sister!!
Enjoy….LindaMay
Amazing that many of us survived our teenage years!! I hope your quilt mentor gets better fast. That wretched H1N1 really is a nasty bug!
Well now, girl, I am so glad you survived your teenage self, lol, amazing how we manage to do that in spite of our feisty and not so well thought out reactions and um, choices. A girl's gotta have choices all her life. Wishing your quilter/mentor well. H1N1 has become a serious illness for all ages.
Oh my goodness – the wait was worth it! My dear you shared so many goodies! I can see your MOM walking right up to you real close with her dropped voice – I'm scared right now! You had me laughing out loud.
Thanks for sharing
I hope your mentor feels better sooner than later.
Woowee – you were one wild child – glad you shared. Even if I disagreed with you philosophically/politically/religously I would still like you and would still visit you
Sometimes it's fun to agree to disagree 
Then again, maybe I would agree with your dicey views?!
Laurie
OMGosh! I'm going to behave myself around little ole you!
Geez, you were quite a kid weren't you? I bet you were (and still are!) fun to be around. Besides…..if you didn't do things when you were a kid, what do you have to look back on when you are old and doddery?
Dang, I KNEW I liked you!!!!
Wow!!! I'm surprised to say the least, LOL. I would never have guessed the you were such a ummm, what's the word I'm looking for, well 'active' teenager! I'm trying to be nice *wink*. I had two girls and you bring back some fond and not so fond memories of raising them. I however was one of the original 'goodie two shoes' kids. Really! My brother and sister gave my folks a run for their money during their young lives and since my mom was 40 when I was born, I saw how upset she got with my older siblings and secretly vowed to never ever do anything wrong if I could manage it. I didn't even sluff school on senior sluff day, they actually had to send me home…true story. Boy, it's a good thing I loved to read or I would have been a really bored kid huh? I love the Kreative Blogger Award, Guy is amazingly talented, beautiful watercolors. One last thing, it is truly wise to side step the topics like “Healthcare, Gay Marriage, Gitmo, Legalization of Marijuana, Sarah Palin or anything dicey” to keep things on an even pleasant keel, but also kind of sad that we can't discuss important topics like that in an open forum without hurting feelings and causing anger. You are very wise now my friend, very wise. Great post, thanks so very much for sharing.
I'm shocked. Shocked! Thanks for telling all this; it's fun to know people's long ago secrets.
(I'd probably like your opinions on Sarah Palin too)
Holy crap my little 'angel' cousin! I didn't know you were such a bad girl… are you sure we aren't sisters? Oh that's right, we are related!
Only difference: I love my step-mom… dearly.
I also took my bio mom's car.. When I was 14 and with friends.. Bad friends… I also got busted.. the rear view mirror was moved! HA!
And I put a dent in my dad's convertable caddy… Oh well… at least he was in the passenger seat – but swearing like a Marine…
I still have a scar on my wrist from where my step monster grabbed me.