THE TV COWBOYS is not for sale.
This art was not done for profit. It was done as a tribute and dedication to those wonderful TV Cowboys who brought so many hours of entertainment into my life. I spent many Saturdays in front of the old black and white riding the range, shootin' bad guys and singing along with Roy Rogers, Hopalong Cassidy and the Lone Ranger. Thanks, Boys, you were my heros!
I just got tagged with a meme - please don't ask me to explain "meme", I have a hard enough time in my advanced years trying to remember where the hell I put my glasses!
Here's the game, write a post on SIX UNIMPORTANT THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:
Here are the rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your blog entry.
5. Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs.
So, I was tagged by Vicki M. Taylor, who's blog Real Women, Real Life is inspirational and a must read for baby boomer women looking to find their empowerment! Thanks, Vicki - I'll get you for this! (Insert smiley).
Since this is my pop culture blog I decided to post six unimportant things about myself when I was a gangly, weird little kid growing up in Wichita, Kansas.
1. I was actually in the Peanut Gallery on the Howdy Doody Show
2. I could not say the word "scissors" - I said "skizzers" and when I was 12 I named my little kitty Skizzers in honor of my single speech impediment. Skizzers was demented and shredded my mother's brand new furniture. Skizzers went to live on a farm - or so I was told.
3. I learned how to swim at a Boy Scout Jamboree in New Mexico. My father was an executive director with the Boy Scouts of America, my mother was a den mother, my older brother was a scout (from Cub to Eagle) and my older sister was a Girl Scout. Because I have always been a perverse little brat, and to avoid wearing yet another hand-me-down (my sister's Brownie uniform), I became a Camp Fire Girl!
4. I left my box of crayons in the car one summer vacation. It was hot and they melted all over my mother's red jacket from the Philmont Boy Scout Camp. I also lost one of those little chameleons on the same trip - the kind they used to sell at the circus, with a tiny red string around the lizard's neck and a safety pin on the other end so you could chain the little green bugger to your clothes and watch it change color. My mother wouldn't let me bring it into my aunt's house overnight and my little lizard died overnight! His last color was gray.
5. I loved Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger and Hopalong. I was going to be a cowboy when I grew up. My brother told me I couldn't be a cowboy because I was a girl. I yelled, "Annie Oakley" and shot him with my cap pistol. Got him right between the eyes. Annie ain't got nothin' on me fer shootin' straight, Pilgrim!
6. When I was about six I had a little boyfriend named Bruce who's mother made the best cookies. Bruce had a butch hair cut and he always wore this jacket that I now recognize as a Pendleton with a Santa Fe design. Every May Day he would bring me a little paper cone filled with those cookies and hang it on my door knob. Bruce moved away and then, a few years later we moved to a different location in Wichita. In Sixth grade, when I was 10, I saw Bruce in the hallway of my new school and, I swear to God, he was wearing the same jacket. I never did ask if his mother still made those great cookies.
So, there you have it SIX UNIMPORTANT THINGS ABOUT MYSELF. See my memory is not as bad as I thought it was! Now I'm tagging Diva Beverly Mahone, Artist Karlyn, My Aussie Diva friend, Deb, my nutritionist friend Claudia, My new boomer friend Rosie and my Nifty friend Joanie!