Jennifer Adams writes My Life as a Single Mom. She’s got a new children’s book coming out in March, and is working on many projects, including a young adult novel … and her daughter, Dublin! She’s nominated MowryJournal.com for the Very Inspiring Blog Award, and I thank her for the recognition!
Here are the “rules” of accepting the Very Inspiring Blogger Award:
- Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
- Share 7 interesting things about yourself.
- Nominate 7 bloggers you admire.
- Leave a comment on each of the blog’s letting them know they have been nominated.
Hmmm. Seven interesting things. Hmmmmm.
- I remember running water being installed in the house I grew up in. Just a sink; none of the other modern conveniences.
- I proposed to Velda on our first date.
- I totaled our first car 6 days before our wedding. Velda wasn’t in the car; 2 other young ladies were. Only one of them was admitted to the hospital along with me. (Everyone was fine … just bruised & battered for the wedding!)
- I talked Velda into making my summer job after our wedding into our “honeymoon.” We were at a dance camp in the Colorado Rockies. Beautiful … except for the brown water in the shower. I don’t seem to have good luck with indoor plumbing. I am not a plumber.
- Worst professional stage lighting experience: lighting the professional ballet company that summer for an alcoholic choreographer. Using a WWII surplus lighting console that was literally held together with masking tape and string was just an evil bonus.
- Second worst professional stage lighting experience: running follow spot for Tom Jones. His road manager was, uh, in an altered state and his instructions were not suited for people that were not in that state with him. Which wasn’t possible, of course.
- Third worst professional stage lighting experience: I was Master Electrician for the University of Missouri Theater, and we got a call from a local bar that their lighting package didn’t arrive for that night. Could we do the lighting for them? My professor agreed to provide the equipment for $100, with me as operator for $40. The bar owner paid me in cash, and tried to palm the $100 when he did so. And he argued with me when I said he didn’t pay me.
Note: I’m no longer doing theatrical lighting.
Seven bloggers that I admire, in no particular order:
Ed Darrell’s Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub