Reality Blog Award

Thank you to Christi M. at:   http://cristimoise.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/reality-blog-award/for nominating me for this blog award.  I am honored.

Questions and Answers:

1) If you could change something what would you change?

I think it would do a world of good if all world leaders could be invited to spend a day watching young children playing together as good friends, in a high quality multicultural childcare setting.

2) If you could repeat an age, what age would it be?

I would be willing to repeat any age, and long as I could work on my current screenplay while repeating it.

3) What one thing really scares you?

Having to stand on a ladder and remove a light bulb cover using both hands.

4) What one dream have you not completed yet and do you think you will be able to complete it.

My dream is to complete my screenplay and then sell it to Hollywood.  Persistence pays off is my motto, so yes, I do believe that I have a shot.

5) If you could be someone else for the day, who would you be?

My mother–I’d initiate all of her dreams and then give her life back to her.

To my nominees:  You can decide how you would like to participate.  Please take into consideration that  there are no rules for this award, so you can follow this pattern, create another with your own questions, or simply just accept the award and nominate a few other blogs that you like.  Christi passed on five questions and because I liked them all, I chose to answer all of them.

My nominees are:

http://sunshinefactor.wordpress.com/

http://firstandfabulous.wordpress.com/

http://inkineticapoetry.wordpress.com/

http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/

http://freshveggiesinthedesert.wordpress.com/

http://hikingphoto.com/

Likely many of these nominees do not accept awards, but that’s okay—this award lets them know that I have enjoyed their blogs and would like to recommend them to others.

genius

i magine him mounted on bicycle

riding a brisk timeline

privileged

self-paced

detached

miserable

trumpet at home in its case

many moons ago

there was only one sun

he blows into cupped hand

smells his breath

by mary ann blinkhorn