Last week, while on the road, I got tagged in the latest “chain-blog” going around the ‘sphere. The object is to write about five things that people didn’t know about you. Both David Burn over at AdPulp and Lewis Green at bizsolutionsplus tagged me, so without further adieu, here are five random things that you really could’ve gone on without knowing about me:

1. I’m adopted. I was picked out buy a fantastic couple when I was still just a pup and I’ve always called them “mom and dad.” I actually tracked down and met my birth mother three years ago (ain’t Google grand?), who lived about half an hour from where I grew up in Dallas. She’s fantastic and now all my “parents” are friends.
2. Growing up, I spent my summers on my grandparents cattle ranch outside Kemp, TX in Kaufman County. They had about 300 acres filled with twice as many head of Polled Herefords (beef cattle). So I was taught a lot of things when it comes to cattle – from helping birth them and nursing calves to showing them to herding and feeding them.
3. Even though I’m an avid runner and swimmer (hoping to add cycling back to the mix this Spring), I’ve had a bad case of asthma ever since I can remember. Even had to go the hospital a number of times throughout the years. One time I had an attack in the middle of the night, had no juice in my inhaler left, and broke into a pharmacy at a grocery store to get it. (The grocery store was open…the pharmacy’s gate was locked up.)
4. I was a journalism (and environmental studies) major and a copywriter by trade, but thanks to the Dallas Independent School District, I’m still terrible when it comes to the definition of adverbs, dangling participles and other English jargon. And my grammar and spelling skills aren’t the best (that one was for you, Jenn).
5. I have a jagged, foot-long scar (about one inch wide) on the back of my left leg above my knee (sometimes I tell people it’s a shark bite). I got it when I was 15 and fell off a four-wheeler. As I slid off the seat, my foot hit the ground and got caught under the back wheel, dragging me down and filleting the skin on the metal where you put your feet. I still can’t feel anything on or around the scar, but as they were sewing me up they said it came a quarter inch from my major artery. And since I was in the middle of nowhere, I would’ve either lost the leg or bled to death. Like we always used to say: God looks our for the stupid, eh?

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