Honest Scrap

I've been given the Honest Scrap Award by Karen at Busy Hands, Lachlan's Mum at The Path I'm Walking and Franchesca at Handprints from Heaven. This award is for bloggers who write honestly from their heart, from the depth of their soul. Thank you Karen, Lachlan's Mum and Franchesca for the honor!

There are a couple of rules to accepting the award. Firstly is to pass the award on to 7 other bloggers, and secondly to list 10 honest and hopefully interesting things about yourself. Here are 7 (it felt nearly impossible to narrow it down to just 7) of the many touching blogs, that really resonate with me:

These first six bloggers are also navigating through loss, the seventh often offers a mix of opinion, entertainment and insights. Enjoy!

Devon at The Mikel's Family

Lost--For--Words at Momentum

Salma at My Sweet Surrender

Holly at Caring For Carleigh

Jenn at The Blue Sparrow

Cara at Building Heavenly Bridges

Deb at Deborahsteinberg.com

And now for the 10 honest and hopefully interesting (though I cannot make any promises here) things about me...

1)I love to sing (in the shower, in the car, at church, anywhere really) which would be all fine and good if it were not for the fact that I am absolutely and undeniably tone deaf. No really, my husband would tell you my singing is like hearing cat's fight.

2)I always wanted to be a war correspondent reporting from the front lines when I was growing up.

3)I am extremely patriotic, and my family lines can be traced back in America to before the Revolutionary War.

4) I have a tattoo that I have regretted since about four minutes after the ink dried.

5)I met my husband while we were both working at Walt Disney World. We are about the least "Disney" people you will ever meet, which makes the irony of this even stronger.

6)I can move my toes independently, like wave at you with each of them. I think its a skill, Dru thinks its creepy.

7)I was hospitalized my first semester of College with a throat infection that required me to be transported by lifestar and to spend a few weeks in ICU. Silly as it sounds considering the tone of this blog, I had always thought that surviving that meant I was good to go, that I had had my run with shit luck and gotten it out of the way.

8)I have always dreamt of being a writer.

9)I am obsessive about keeping my kitchen counters cleaned and wiped down.

10) I snuck into a speech by former President George Bush my Freshmen year of college, and when the journalism students that had been handpicked to question him were asked to report to the mic, I moseyed on up to him like I belonged and asked away, engaging him in conversation. Everyone enjoyed my little interview, except I would imagine, the poor journalism shlub whose spot I had stolen.