To celebrate the release of Wilde's Meadow, Book 3 in the Darkness Falls trilogy, I am participating in the Wildest Moments Blog Hop. You can visit the author--the lovely Krystal Wade at her website here.
So, here are the deets:
Blog your wildest moment--something wild, life-changing, inspirational, fun, or heart-pumping.
If you know me well, you might say I should consider writing about my "Mildest Moments," instead. Yes, I'm a list-maker, long-term goal planner, and all-around don't run with scissors kind of gal. I don't drink, smoke, and I've never done drugs in my life. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun: you should see me at 2:00 in the morning when I get the giggles from lack of sleep. Now, in my teen years I did some things that would be considered "wild," however, by today's standards, I'm starting to think...hmmm...probably not so much. Certainly, anything I did wasn't "life-changing." Wow, now I sound really boring--even to myself. Needless to say, it was difficult for me to pin-point a wildest moment worthy of this blogfest.
But, don't despair.
I dug deep down into my past, and pulled out something that one would consider pretty darn wild, if I do say so myself. And I do. Let's go back a few years, circa 1993, if you will. By all means, my late eighties perm was wild, maybe even in a "girl on the hood of a car in a Whitesnake video" kind of way.
The 80's rock!
Sorry, just had to say it.
Okay, I promise, I do have a point to all of this seemingly pointless drivel. But, I'd rather just show you.
Yep, that's me at 20-years-old holding a snake--my snake. A Red-tailed Boa, to be exact. In fact, I didn't own just one...no, no, no, I owned two! My husband and I were newlyweds, ahem, almost twenty years ago. Apparently, the first thing you do when you're married is rush out and buy two snakes. One for each of you. You know, so your pet can wrap around your waist, and you can walk around town, and such, with free hands.
Some people will simply look at the picture of a snake and get the creepy-crawlies. Apparently, I don't possess this mechanism. Snakes don't bother me. As you can see. Now, if it was the bad perm giving you the willies, then you're in luck. Here is a more recent photo of me and the beloved creature I call friend:
No, I don't own this snake, or any snake for that matter (not anymore). I did have a Sulcata tortoise named Sheldon, up until about a month ago...I think he ran away...or a hawk got him. I'm hoping for the former.