Having been "tagged" by my friend Jenn [who I wish I could tag back]:

Seven things you may not know about me [and might wish you never did]

Never got a driver's license; if you were there when I took "driver's ed." you'd understand.

While in 4-H, raised cattle [with Dad's help], learned photography [sort of], and won a ribbon for a casserole at the county fair.

Ought to be trilingual as I took lessons in Spanish [in high school] and in French [in college]--but neither language "took."

Went back for my master's degree 12.5 years after completing my undergraduate work.

Never imagined I'd live in this state on the west coast.

Survived what ought to have been a fatal accident in 1971 shortly after graduating from college [pedestrian vs. city bus]. I've been told that my heart had to be restarted in the ER, but thankfully have no memory of the accident or the immediate aftermath. Remarkably, no bones were broken either.

Have three other blogs [don't ask how that happened unless you really want to know]; that I have one at all can be credited to Marilyn and to Jennifer.

According to the rules, I gather I am to send you to 7 more sites. I'll add those after my official posts, which follow.

Writing

Writing carefully yet diligently, reflectively, plaintively
Avoiding other matters, tasks, commitments however
Flippantly made, made only to myself, made in my sleep,
Or something.
Picking away at the keyboard, bored, rather struggling
To make wise use of my time which is rattling away from me
Much as the boxcars of a freight train pass,
Noisily, irretrevably.
Writing both helps me focus and avoid focus.

A friend and I are working our way through IDOLS OF THE HEART by Elyse Fitzpatrick. The following is in reponse to same.

Idol

Function: noun
Date: 13th century

1: a representative or symbol of an object of worship: broadly: a false god
2: a: a likeness of something. b: obsolete: PRETENDER, IMPOSTER
3: a form or appearance visible but without substance
4: an object of extreme devotion
5: a false conception: FALLACY

Reading painfully through IDOLS OF THE HEART I know what I have to do.

Even the dictionary defines what I find: PRETENDER, IMPOSTER;
a form or appearance visible but without substance.

Ouch!

Visible but without substance.
Pretender.
Imposter.
Fallacy.
Yet set up in the inner court
Where no mortal eye can see
I am the idol of me.

Around that I is clustered all mentions of good given
For that I likes to be well thought of and told so

What a good this or a good that

Not I!

All that is good is God;
All that is bad is me.

Even if no one recognizes that as fact,
It is so; God and I know.

So anything praiseworthy must to Him go,
For He alone is worthy, and that I know.

Now, places to which I would direct you:

www.hipandthigh.blogspot.com
www.fickett.blogspot.com
www.thelifeword.blogspot.com
www.waterlessplaces.blogspot.com
www.pescadothinks.blogspot.com
www.theologica.blogspot.com
www.thearchiver.blogspot.com

Not a tag, but favorite place:

www.teampyro.blogspot.com