Jingle has proffered me the Honest Scrap award. I'm now supposed to offer up 7 scraps of riveting information about myself. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Let me see. Long-time readers of this blog know my shoe size, the distance from my wrist to the tip of my index finger, the fact that I once worked in the home improvements section of a discount department store, and my favorite color--all of them. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh yeah, you also know I grew up in the circus and was born breech. I'm an open book. What else can I reveal?
- When I was a kid I had a trick knee. If I knelt, it would lock. This meant that for the pivotal kneeling scene in my role as an angel in the Christmas play, I had a stunt angel.
- I have won three prizes in my lifetime: a blue bedspread when I was in the fourth grade, a round-trip plane ticket to San Francisco when I was 28, and just recently, $1.00 at the grocery store in the Lucky Dollars event. Scratch that last prize. Everyone who purchased $10,000.00 in groceries during a six-week period was guaranteed a minimum prize of $1.00. What can I say? I may not be the luckiest knife in the drawer, but I recognize a deal.
- Every time I purchase 28 pounds of bird feed at Sam's Club, I feel all warm and fuzzy. Not because of the hungry birds lining up at the feeders in my backyard, but because the CEO of Sam's owns one of my paintings.
- I have a dark, deep, irrational, devastatingly embarrassing fear--please don't tell anyone--that one of my paintings is hanging in the Salvation Army Thrift Store in Bentonville, Arkansas.
- The price tag on the painting is less than that on the 28-pound box of birdfeed displayed artistically beside it.
- The birdfeed is snapped up by a savvy bargain hunter. "Hey, this beats Sam's Club! But get a load of the tab on that painting--$29.99! Who are they kidding? My parakeet could do that. Hell, my parakeet could do better than that!!
- I have a proclivity to twisted, paranoid fantasies.
Now I'm to pass this award on to seven bloggers who are to reveal 7 scraps of truths about themselves. Do the math. That makes for 49 juicy tidbits. Let's go for broke. Anybody reading this who wants this award on their blog and is prepared to dish up the truths, just comment here, expressing your intentions. We're all ears.
51 comments:
You grew up in the circus?! How cool is that!
Ellen, if you believe that, I've got a cannon I want you to climb into, so I can shoot you out.
:D
Almost everything else, however, is true. I swear.
how neat!
nice to see you with the award,
Happy Friday!
love your acceptance post!
You know me: nearly always game for a few rounds of narcissistic exhibitionism. Only 7?
Good to see you out in here in Blogovia for a spell.
Mission accomplished. I lost the paranoia, but tried to keep the "interwoven" theme.
Thank you for the opp, Jingle. It was fun.
"Nearly always game for a few rounds of narcissistic exhibitionism in Blogovia." That's what I really admire in you, Paschal.
Keeping with the "interwoven theme." What can I say? My hat's off to you, Mr. P.
Delightful, San. I appreciate the smiles you joust brought to my face.
Nick, you don't know how much I appreciate those smiles on your saintly face.
You shop at Sam's Club?
Yes, I shop there, Kim, and I'm not kidding about their CEO shopping at our gallery. He and his wife bought one of my paintings for their dining room.
We are birds that seem to fly well together...I like your paranoid fantasies as they compliment my delusional memories...keep the bird feed handy!
Mary Ann, I hope you will share some of these "delusional memories."
I didn't know you grew up with the circus!
I love your sense of humour San. Congrats on the award. :)
Thanks, Akelamalu. Takes one to know one.
you will never go hungry. you can set your trick knee to turning tricks. :)
Suki, I'm shocked.
A stunt angel.
Damn.
Now I am wishing that back in the second grade when I was supposed to wave my arms as if I was an airplane in a school play I had a stunt double.
I refused to do it.
Never one to color outside the lines, even as a 7 yr old I knew I didnt want to look stupid.
That's all the truth you're gettin' outta me.
There aren't seven things about me that are honest, but I enjoyed reading your list!
Well, Daryl, that's a tasty morsel of truth at that. Thanks.
Carol, well at least that's an honest statement. ;)
San, anyone who puts one of your paintings in the thrifty store needs the attention of the shrinks! Anyone who thinks their parakeet could do better needs putting down. ;0)
I am so glad you listed that fear as "irrational"... for it sure is, but is also a common artists fear don't you think?
Thanks for more tidbits. Keep 'em coming! :)
Well, it COULD have been true. People do grow up in the circus ya know. But, just the same, I don't think I'll climb into the cannon.
had to laugh-- I once got a phone call from a stranger who had bought one of my older paintings at Goodwill for $12.00--- and just thrilled.
i've been blogging for 4 and a half years and i have offered so many tidbits about myself that any further revelations would require a blood test and some sort of major commitment from readers.
your paranoid fantasies are quite entertaining though!
My life has been like a circus; we don't talk about the elephant in the middle of the room though!
You are too funny! Thanks for the chuckles!
Jo AKA:Chuckles the Clown
P.S. I have a new progression. :o)
San,
the way I see it, if we feel good about our art.... that is enough. I love your art.
i surely adore all your writing taste, very charming.
don't quit and also keep writing for the simple reason that it just very well worth to read it,
excited to view alot more of your own posts, thanks :)
San, your ability to weave words together to make sense befuddles my sorry brain! I am thinking you could really make it as a sitcom writer! When my son was little and would see a freight train full of scrap, he would say it was a 'crap load'! Any similarities here? :-)
Thanks San, I know I can come here to have a great read when the smile doesn't want to come to my face so easily...you have a way of changing things!
Thumbelina, thank you for your glowing comments. They've assuaged my doubts. A little. :D
Ellen, I believe most people who know meet assume I grew up in the circus. It's no wonder you took me at my word.
Donna, thanks for sharing that. How cool that the buyer called you.
Michelle, I'm game for the major commitment. Give me the details.
Jo, what elephant in the middle of the room?
:)
Oh, Tammie, thank you so much.
Anonymous Admirer: THANKS.
Kim, you've made my day. Given me a crapload of smiles in fact.
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
As humorous as ever :)
I like to hear you laugh, J.S.
congrats on the award...what a cool life...cool about the pic & sam's club as well...
Thanks for stopping by, Brian.
the best blogger award for you in my post today,
Happy Wednesday!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/23/which-type-of-blogger-are-you-awards/
Jingle, mine is an embarrassment of riches. Thanks!
Sorry, can't stop, MOVE will ya'?? (Um, sorry) I hear tell there's a huge bargain to be had over at the Sally Ann's in Bentonville, Arkansas..
Such fascinating snippets, delightfully delivered San. Lovely.
G'day, my talented friend - a trick knee, you say? You coulda become a nun!
(But then we, the legion of your blog fans, would have been nun the wiser.)
Hi San! I finished my painting of Boar's Tusk. If you get a chance, take a peek at my blog.
I hope you are having a great and marevelous weekend!
Jo
If you grew up in the circus then I must have been there. What were our jobs and does it perhaps explain my headaches and Donna's love of make-up?
Lol San you are funny as always. BTW a dollar is better than nothing, that is I love coupons, dollar there and there it eventually adds up. Thanks for sharing your honest scrap, and hope all is well. Anna :) BTW Happy Easter my dear.
Ooooh, late to this party,,, (again)but with good intentions.
:-)
I can't believe it about your trick knee. I had the same thing,,only the opposite. I'd have to squat down on that knee to unlock it.Thank heaven it eventually healed itself and went away.
Quite embarrasing actually,,,walk,,,lock, squat, walk.
Especially if you're fourteen, for cryin' out loud,,,everything is an embarrasment!
I can't comment for laughing San!!! I just have to come back and read this again and again. Problem is - I still don't know your favourite colour and your length from wrist to end of forefinger ;-)
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