Versatile Blogger Award
It’s official. This blog is super awesome. How do I know? Because of these two awards.
Laurie nominated me for the “Versatile Blogger Award.” Thank you lovely Laurie from Ten Minute Missive.
And the dashing Duck of Indeed nominated me for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” Thank you Duck.
The rules of both awards are the same:
- Nominate 15 fellow bloggers. (See list at the bottom.)
- Inform the bloggers of their nomination. (Working on it.)
- Share 7 random things about yourself. (See below.)
- Thank the blogger who nominated you. (I’ve done that above.)
- Add the award picture to your blog. (Done. – You’ll find the code for the award images at the bottom of this post.)
One Lovely Blog Award
If you’re one of the superlative blogs listed below – you have to go through this same rigmarole described above on your own blog to comfirm the award – or in this case – double award. (Sounds like a Readers Digest Exclusive Offer.)
Seven random revelations about me that have some truth to them – the short version is in bold:
- The tastiest drink I found was at a roadside cafe in northern Venezuela after being dropped off while hitching through the the littoral forest. Freshly squeezed passion fruit juice.
- I had to kneel on the road to get a lift out of Ballymena.
- I used to pick up the smelliest, dirtiest, wettest looking hitchhikers in Ireland – usually old farmers – because I thought nobody else would.
- The Gardai (police south of the Irish border) stopped to reprimand me for hitching on the motorway – and then kindly gave me a lift to the end of it.
- Perhaps the scariest road ride I had was against oncoming traffic and on the opposite hard shoulder on a busy road in Jamaica, as the driver of the minibus in which I was holding on wide-eyed, diced with a speeding car of armed men. Having a priest sitting beside me was no comfort. He was too thin to offer much in the way of cushioning.
- My first car was a (“You can’t wine and dine here in an auld“) Morris Minor which “used to be black as me father’s hat” till I sprayed it a rich bright candy yellow. The chrome became matt black. It had lovely wide wheels. It was a beautiful sight.
Then one of the lovely wide wheels fell off… I watched it bounce up the road away from me as the car slunk and tipped to a halt. (Luckily the engine of the motorbike I had been towing had just turned over, so I nipped on the back and we chased down the escaping car wheel. And off we went again Continue reading
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