Name: Not Marged Hymffri. Wish it was, though.
Nickname: Indiana Jones. I'm not kidding, either.
Hobbies: Horses, reading, horses, writing, horses, dance, horses, arts & crafts, and oh, yeah, did I mention horses?
Occupation: Historian with a local horse ranch. Yeah, we do A LOT of exhibitions, locally, sometimes inter-state, sometimes nationally. Basically, whenthat New York-basedTV show hits the air in a couple of months, look for the big red and gold stagecoach. That's me in the natural-coloured leather hat and the boots.
Accomplishments: I've got 14 years of tap dance lessons under my belt...and I'm STILL not a Riverdancer yet! Of course, you need Irish dance for that, and I know just one step of that. Actually, it's a psuedo-step. Also, after about eight years of research, I've finally figured out who the real Robin Hood is!
Goals: To find my uncle's sword he lost about a thousand years ago; to track down some fossils that have been missing for over half a century, and finally living for ten years with the North American Great Apes (Bigfoot), and if you really believe all that I've got a tower in Paris to sell you. Okay, my real goal? To barrel race Indy in at least one of the local rodeos. Gotta learn to do more than bounce around and hang on for dear life, though!
Pet Peeves: Going to a restaurant with my brothers and sister and getting asked if I want a kid's menu. Hello! I'm in my twenties, not the first three double digits!
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