Would I Lie To You?

Can I just say how impressed I am with the entries I've visited so far! I wouldn't want to be a judge for this challenge.

Are you dying to know just how tragic my past really was?

The only lie I'm guilty of is nearly losing a finger to a sea duck. I have nothing but pleasant memories of feeding them on our family trips.

My secret was that poor little rabbit. I'd kept it to myself all these years thus saving not only Barbie, but Ken too.

I am addicted to reality TV, I'm my kids' worst grammar nightmare and I can juggle multiple tasks at the same time with no problem. I steer clear of fuzzy costumed people and still get cold sweats when I step into a vet's office.

Those small tragedies have been fuel for many a story over the years. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm grateful for them, but they gave me invaluable emotional experiences to draw from.

Congrats to those of you who spotted my untruth. I don't think I've correctly guessed one of yours yet.

Oh, How I Love A Challenge

First Crusader Challenge

In 300 words or less, tell us:

*one secret
*one lie
*one interesting quirk
*one annoying habit
*one of your best character traits
*one of your favorite things in the whole world

The post can be in any format, including poetry, but must include the random words, "bloviate", "fuliguline", "rabbit" and "blade".

 
Since I believe in balance, I've included both light and dark tales for your reading pleasure.

Here are my answers in no particular order, because that wouldn't be any fun at all...

I love reality TV. Can't get enough. From The Bachelor to American Idol, I'm there.

When I was eight, my best friend's brother forced me to watch him skin a rabbit with a rusty blade (he was holding my favorite Barbie Doll hostage). I cried for a week and vowed I would become a veterinarian to stop all of the terrible injustices perpetrated against the animal kingdom. Sorry, didn't mean to bloviate.

During high school, I helped out at our local vet's office during the summer for some early experience. One day a family brought in their beautiful German Shepherd with a gaping hole through its side. The son had been cleaning his shotgun but had forgotten to remove the bullets. The dog died in my arms. I'd never seen so much blood. I looked like Carrie at the after-prom party. Traumatized=understatement. I knew I'd have to pick a different profession.

Although I love animals, I'll admit I'm a bit leery of anything fuliguline. I nearly lost a finger to one during an unfortunate feeding incident while vacationing on the coast. It took ten stitches to close the gash and I've never quite gotten all of the sensation back.

I correct my kids' grammar constantly. Whether it's written or spoken, I just can't help myself.

I am terrified of costumed characters. To this day, I still have to duck into the nearest bathroom whenever I see one. Our trips to Disney were horrific. Sitting on the Easter Bunny's lap? Fuggedaboutit.

I have mad organizational skills. I take multi-tasking to a whole new level. Don't believe me? I'm running on the treadmill while watching the eleven o'clock news right now. Yep. That just happened.

I consider myself truthful, but one of those things up there is a flat-out lie. Can you guess which one? I'll be back Wednesday to tell you if you're right.