So, first, I’ll start by naming and linking back to the
bloggers who offered me awards.
Lady Bren at The
World According to Lady Bren offered me a Liebster Award. It’s the one that
looks like this:
Su-sieee Mac at Don’t
Be a Hippie also offered me a Liebster Award. It’s the one that looks like
this:
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Different color, you see. |
Brandy at Brandy’s Bustlings also offered
me a Liebster Award. It’s the one that looks like this:
When I told Brandy that I’d just received two Liebster
Awards, she offered
me the Very Inspiring Blogger award instead.
Jenn at Something
Clever 2.0 also invited me to have either the Very Inspiring Blogger or the
Liebster Award. I take it she was also overwhelmed by awards.
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This is the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Obviously. |
I also received Very Inspiring Blogger Awards from Starr
Bryson at The
Insomniac’s Dream, Julie at Julie You Jest, and Stacey
at Maple
Syrup Land.
So, now I’m supposed to answer a bunch of questions about
myself and/or state seven (or eleven) facts about myself. Since I’m cramming
several different awards into one post, that means I have to list no less than 52
facts about myself. PSYCH. You’re getting seven facts and that’s all the facts
you’re getting. Here are your seven facts.
- I have a tattoo of a four-leaf clover on one of my shoulders. I can never remember which one.
- I’ve been on no fewer than three Internet dates with guys who turned out to be missing teeth.
- I no longer agree to meet men who aren’t smiling in their pictures.
- I’m not quite sure what to do about the Brillo pad drawing from yesterday, since pretty much everyone who commented appears to have only done so to tell me how much they hate Brillo pads. Do they want to be entered for a chance to win half a box of Brillo pads or not? I can’t tell.
- Once when I was really small my parents took me to Hardee’s and I snorted an entire pepper shaker to see if it would make me sneeze. It did.
- The most embarrassing injury I ever sustained was when, as a child, I went to crawl under a barbed wire fence and sliced my enormous ass open on the barbed wire.
- The second most embarrassing injury I ever sustained was when I had to crawl back under the barbed wire fence to go home and receive first aid for my embarrassing ass injury. Naturally, I sliced open the other cheek.
- *BONUS FACT* To this day I still have asymmetrical ass-cheek scars, which draw a lot of questions from lovers, who then assume that something horrible must have happened to me and that the barbed-wire fence story is a cover-up. It is not.
Now we come to the part where I’m supposed to pass on the
award to three times as many other bloggers as I actually read on a regular
basis. I hate this part. I’m sure whoever came up with this award-passing-linky
idea has nothing better to do than sit around reading blogs all day, but I do
not. Also, it looks like everyone I know has already received these awards. So,
I’m going to make up a new award, and here it is:
I hereby bestow this award upon all of the bloggers
mentioned above, in thanks for their graciousness and generosity. I’d also like
to honor the following bloggers:
Christina Majaski at Solitary Mama and Cari Wegner at Bubblegum on My Shoe, even though
neither of them has blogged in like forever and also, they are both super lame
for talking me into doing the A to Z Challenge with them and then dropping out.
But they totally did inspire me to these new heights. Sort of.
Ali at Off the Mark,
because her post about vacationing in Las Vegas CHANGED MY LIFE, you guys. CHANGED.
MY. LIFE.
Paulie Elliott at This
is Paulie, because I think he would like it, and NOT AT ALL because I think
of him as the slow friend I’ll be able to outrun. Not at all because of that.
Breathe
It Out, who is anonymous, but I’m pretty sure I finally figured out who she
is. At least I hope so, cause it would suck if the wrong person showed up to
the zompocalypse.
Kalyca Schultz at The
Scarlet Tarlett, because she has been very supportive of my blogging
efforts and I would like her to not be eaten by the ravenous undead.
Page, at Trust
Me I’m a Professional (Opinionist), because she’s an old classmate, it’s a
new blog, and I want to be supportive. Look at me, trying to be nice and stuff.
Also, she makes one hell of a potted flower arrangement.
And, finally, Lelial Thibodeau, who is writing a zombie story at Pushing Fluid.
And, finally, Lelial Thibodeau, who is writing a zombie story at Pushing Fluid.