Stylin'

Fellow writer and frequent visitor Bill Kirton has done me the honor of nominating me for the Stylish Blogger Award. To any of you who've been around a while, this makes perfect sense, style being practically my middle name, summer or winter.

There are two catches to this award. First, I have to pass it along to a few of the blogs I consider most stylish.  So in no particular order, here are four you really should check out:

For the real dirt, as in red Wyoming dirt, on ranching.... Red Dirt in My Soul

For true style and great food..... In a Miniskirt

For gorgeous photos and custom jewelry and HORSES...... The South Dakota Cowgirl

And because she always makes me laugh.... A Rock in My Pocket

Assuming you haven't wandered off to one of those great blogs and failed to return, part two of this award is to tell you seven things about myself. Unfortunately for you, they didn't specify that it had to be seven interesting things. So...hmmm. 

1. I have worked as a cook, a bartender, a cocktail waitress, an athletic trainer (sports medicine for those who are unfamiliar), a physical therapy aide, an insurance salesperson and a medical biller.

2. My college degree is in secondary education. I am supposedly capable of teaching any kind of science to high school students. I spent one tortuous school year in Grande Prairie, Texas proving this supposition wrong. 

3. If I'd known it was going to take me that long to get through college, I would have gone ahead and went to veterinary school. 

4. Last week, my son said, "Mommy, I hope you're a doctor when I grow up."  Either he's having a little trouble keeping his pronouns straight or he's also hoping for a BMW when he graduates from high school. 

5. I refuse to watch movies or read books where they kill the horse or the dog or a main character. This pretty much rules out anything written by Larry McMurtry or westerns starring Kevin Costner. 

6. Forget vampires and zombies, Jurassic Park gave me nightmares. For weeks. 

7. I actually remember life before cell phones. And some days, I remember to turn mine on. Sorry, honey.