Okay, I can’t even say
that last one. And they all sound awful. So, I guess the first order of business for this post is to pick a name for you guys. In the past, I’ve used ODNT citizens, but I think it makes me sound like a pompous ass and we can do better. So, I’m now taking suggestions for a new name for you guys. If I get enough of them, I’ll put it up for … yep, you guessed it … a vote. We haven’t listed a poll here in a while. (This information was recently called to my attention by fellow blogger, The Cowardly Feminist. Vesta, here’s hoping we can come up with another one for you soon.)
Oh, yeah … the real
purpose of this post? I was nominated for the Sunshine Award by Poetry by the Clueless
, a new writer with whom I’ve recently become acquainted, so I want to send a big ‘Thank You’
her way. And, just as Miss America has duties and obligations she must fulfill, this award comes with responsibilities that I must carry out if I want to retain my crown.
Here are the rules for this award:
1) Include the award logo in a post or in your blog.
2) Answer 10 questions about yourself.
3) Nominate 10 to 12 other fabulous bloggers.
4) Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blog to let them know they are nominated.
5) Share the love and link the person who nominated you.
And here are my answers to these random questions:
Favorite color: For what? Clothes? Black. My hair? Red, sometimes unnaturally. Bedroom walls? Purple-y blue. Pregnancy tests? It depends on the brand. (I’ll let you have fun interpreting that one.)
Favorite number: Who the heck has a favorite number? Sports freaks? Whatever. I’ll go with 2, the number of cute, little rats living in my home and depending on me daily. (Don’t tell my kids I called them rats.)
Favorite animal: If I don’t say Milo, he’ll kick my ass. So, I guess I have to go with pissy orange male tabbys who think it’s okay to clamp down on me occasionally when my guard is down (i.e., I’m sleeping). Off the record, I’m a big hippo fan. I have no real reason why. I guess I’ve just always had a soft spot for those little chubsters. (Don’t tell Milo I said that.)
Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Water. No, I’m not kidding. It’s one of my healthiest habits. (Don’t tell Milk I said that.)
Prefer Facebook or Twitter: Twitter. (Screw it. You can tell Facebook. They keep rearranging the furniture on me.)
My Passion: My kids, writing and eating cheese. (I should probably be spending my days writing about my kids eating cheese.)
Prefer giving or getting presents: Duh. Getting them. Who am I, Mother Teresa? (Wow. I sound like such a jerk. Don’t tell anyone I said that.)
Favorite pattern: None. Unless it’s for my young daughter’s wardrobe, you will never see me seeking out stripes, polka dots, paisleys or any other hideous print. Bleech. (Don’t tell Katy Perry. My opinion means the world to her and it would absolutely kill her.)
Favorite day of the week: Thursday. It’s like Christmas Eve … or a Wedding Rehearsal Dinner. It’s the preamble to the big event. I love the anticipation. (Don’t tell Sunday. He thinks he’s my favorite.)
Favorite flower: I mostly think they’re a huge waste of money but I do have a few favorites based sheerly on their scents – roses, gardenias and Casablanca Lilies. (I’m not sure who you shouldn’t tell here, but surely there’s someone who should remain in the dark on this one.)
And here are the bloggers I am nominating for this award. I ranked them according to their taste for shellfish:
- According to Mags
- El Guapo
- Honest Mom
- My Blog can Beat Up Your Blog
- Momsicle Blog
- Backpacking Dad
- Pajamas & Coffee
- My Convertible Life
- With a Little Love and Luck
- Naked Girl in a Dress
- Honey Badger Just Don’t Care
- Musings from a Workaholic
I’ve connected with each and every one of these people on at least one occasion. Some have heard from me dozens of times and may have already applied to get new, unlisted web addresses. In any event, one thing I’ve learned while writing my own blog is that there are a great many witty, clever, sensitive, crazy, daring people out there. Last August, I jumped right into this crazy pool with both feet. And, at this point in the game, I think I’ve learned to keep my head above water and am now working on my breast stroke. (Get it? Yeah, I had to go there.)
Have a great week!