Ok I have been given the Honest Blogger Award by the lovely Boutique Girl over at
http://thingsaboutiqueownersees.blogspot.com/Here are the rules of what to do with this award, and then the list of 10 honest things about me.“When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back.Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘Honest Weblog’.Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).List [if you can and/or dare] at least ten honest things about yourself. And then, pass it on.”I nominate the following:
http://agirlsguidetoshoes.blogspot.com/http://workthatwardrobe.blogspot.com/http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/http://frugal-fashionista.blogspot.com/http://fashionistastyle1.blogspot.com/http://fabfindsunder50.blogspot.com/http://ebayfashionaddict.wordpress.com/1. I am adopted on my father's side of the family. I did not find out until I had to produce my birth certificate for my visa interview.
2. I suffer from
emetophobia, fear of vomiting. Sends me into a blind panic.
3. I love horses. I have been riding them since I was four years old.
4. I do not like to fly, and will only do so when I absolutely have to. even then I have to take something to calm me down. However, I think airplanes are fascinating.
5. I HATE peanut butter and
marmite, Unfortunately for me my husband loves the first one and likes to chase me around with it.
6. Myself and my sister were raised by my grandparents. My mother just left us on their doorstep one day. We didn't see her for 3 years, by that time she had another child.
7. I hate heavy breathers and noisy eaters. I just want to slap them stupid.
8. I love to organize things. My husband says I am like Monica from friends.
9. I don't like poodles. My grandma had one and it bit me in the mouth.
10. I once told my grandma and grandad I had
pushed a button up my nose. They took me to Accident and Emergency department. After poking around with a HUGE hook, a lot of blood and me screaming in pain it was
determined there was no button. I was 4.