Why do you consider yourself a "rebel"?
I cannot take credit for the "rebel" label. That credit is due to a certain someone that thinks a lot like I do. I think she respected me from the get go simply because I challenge most anything that seems illogical to me. I like to ask "why"....a lot too.
So you rescue dogs. What does that mean exactly?
That means poverty. Just kidding. It means that when I can help a dog in need, I do so. These dogs may be strays, or in a shelter, or surrendered by their owners. It means a lot of driving, emailing and trips to the vet. And of course, a whopper of a dog food bill each week.
Do you make money rescuing dogs?
BWAH HA HA HA HA!! No, in fact we use a lot of our own money to do it. Sadly there is no government help to cover any expenses related to rescue. Our rescue funds (consisting of adoption fees and donations) cover the vet bills on the rescue dogs, and the rest comes right out of our personal bank account.
How long have you played poker, and do you consider yourself to be good at it?
I learned stud and draw poker at the age of seven. My grandma (who was the classiest gal I've ever met) taught my brother and I one sunny summer day. I've played ever since.
As far as being good at it...well, I'd say I'm better than some and not as good as others. But the thing about poker is that you CAN and DO get better. There are so many facets to it including math, odds, psychology and instinct.
Why are there no photos of you and your family on RR?
That's mainly because I worked in law enforcement for a lot of years. I've sent a lot of people to the big house and would rather not find myself being stalked (again) by anyone from my previous career.
Besides, I'm not a fan of having my photo taken.
What kind of camera do you use?
I have a really nice camera, thanks to PG and Santa Clause. Its a Nikon D40.
I don't know how to use it very well because I'm manual-phobic. Someday I'll figure out what all the little buttons are for.
PG is your husband obviously. What's his story?
PG is my bestest friend ever. He's a somewhat serious, somewhat quiet guy that probably wonders why he ever married me. Especially when I wake up with morning breath and slug down iced tea and cigarettes. He's much more refined than I am.
PG does high tech stuff, though I'm not sure what all of it means. He's also bit of a workaholic. PG is a nickname I gave him years ago. We were married 10 years ago at the tender age of 21, because we were quite certain we loved each other A LOT. Still do. No kids yet, but we're not ruling them out just yet.
Your grammar and style is weird. Why do you write like that?
I write like I talk. Its weird, but its me.
What do you do besides rescue dogs and play poker?
Um, I clean house constantly and cook every once in a while.
Seriously though, I have a really broad range of interests, so I'm usually doing something pertaining to them. I play the violin (not well, but dammit, I play it!), read up on everything from religion to celebrity gossip, I do a lot of handyman stuff around the house.
Oh, and I write every now and then too.
If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you do?
Well, I haven't given it much thought. Except that I'd buy the 300 acres nearby that happens to be for sale. I'd build a custom log and rock house with an attached, enclosed horse arena complete with stalls. I wouldn't put horses in there, but it would be a nice place for my dogs to play when the weather is bad. I'd open an organic vegetable farm and store. I'd buy six blue draft horses (just because I've always wanted them) and build a house for my mom at the far corner of the place. PG would have a woodshop and a home theater so that he could watch movies and build furniture. Or watch movies about building furniture. I'd open a retirement home for old dogs with the help of Reb2. I'd play poker and give all the winnings to other dog rescues.
But other than that, I havem't thought that much about it.
I've heard you say that if a burglar broke into your house, you'd shoot him dead. Isn't that kind of mean?
Um no. Cutting off one of his legs and watching him bleed to death would be mean. Shooting him would be justice. Moral of the story: Don't break into Reb's house.
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