I cannot resist the opportunity to quote that line whenever the occasion arises. I have no idea why. Honestly. But, y’all like me! (and sometimes, I wonder why y’all like me since all I do is whine about how my kid won’t sleep.)
I’ve been given some blog awards recently and I haven’t been too gracious a recipient. I haven’t taken the time to accept and return the awards. So I’m going to do that now. Only, y’all will have to forgive me if I don’t return them right now. See, since I’m such a slacker, what happens is the awards are given to everyone I would’ve given them to and because the people I would’ve given them to are NOT slackers, they have already typed up their acceptance speeches and said their thanks and passed the awards on.
Here are my awards, and I think I’m missing one and I can’t remember who gave it to me and I apologize if you read this and go “THAT UNGRATEFUL….WHAT!??” I’m sorry. I said I was a slacker. I’ll bake you e-cookies or something.
The Trendy Treehouse award came from Jen aka Heligirl aka an inspiration for Positive Parenting. (Y’all. She used to be a helicopter pilot. How cool is that?!!?)
The Sugardoll Award came from Cole Emmett. He’s not even a year old and he’s already blogging and being generous with the awards!
I don’t remember who gave me the Versatile Blogger award. I’m a slacker loser good-for-nothing. Please tell me if it was you so I can give you proper credit and links and thanks.
The Sunshine Award and A Blog with Substance Award both came from Jennifer at Life with the Lebedas. She always has great giveaways going. Always. If you like trying to win stuff, go check out the giveaways tab on her blog.
The Beautiful Blogger Award came from Katie at Sluiter Nation. Katie and I might be the same person. We’re not entirely sure. The only real differences we’ve found so far are that I love Diet Pepsi and she loves Diet Coke and she’s a Tigers fan and I’m a Braves fan. And we don’t live in the same place. Everything else is pretty much the same. It’s FREAKY.
THANKS, Y’ALL!! I appreciate these so much.
Blog awards like this usually have stipulations. And those stipulations are usually “Tell your readers X things about yourself.” So I’m just going to tell you some random facts about me until I feel like I’ve told you enough and then we’ll see how that goes. And then I’ll pass a few of these along.
1. I eat corn on the cob like a typewriter. Seriously. It’s bizarre. I clear out a couple of rows moving left to right, then I go back to the left and clean if off one row at a time.
2. I played softball for six years and had the worst batting average of anyone on my team. For six years running. My elbows are “double-jointed” so every time I’d straighten out my arms to swing the bat, I’d undercut the ball. People just thought I really sucked at batting (and maybe I did) but since I’ve discovered this “parlor trick” with my elbows, that’s what I’ll blame for my inability to hit the ball.
3. I am a master speller. I remember being in second grade and taking my weekly spelling test. The teacher called out the word “cup” and I remember raising my hand and asking “Is that REALLY one of our words??” It flabbergasted me that people couldn’t spell that word. People’s inability to spell still flabbergasts me. READ, PEOPLE.
4. It never did any good for my mom to ground me from TV when I was growing up. If she did, I’d just go to the library and check out some books and bring them home and read instead. I am a nerd.
5. I watch more TV than almost anyone I know. My dream job, I think, would be to work as a TV critic. I can watch almost anything. Good, bad, ugly. I can watch it. And critique it. And not feel like my brain is rotted for having watched it (except “wrasslin'”…that rots my brain. And soaps. I can’t handle daytime soaps.)
6. I do not run. Ever. I hate it. I should probably run. I really should. If I could get un-lazy, I probably wouldn’t complain so much about how my pants don’t fit. I know this. And yet, I can’t bring myself to exercise regularly. The college I attended had a world-class fitness center. Seriously, the place was amazing. I went in there ONLY when I took my mandatory one-hour fitness course my junior year. Ever.
7. I am a procrastinator. I tell myself “I work better under pressure!” but really, I’m just a lazy procrastinator who waits until the last minute to get things done. It’s true.
8. I’m a control freak. Does this need any explanation? I blame it on the psychology of birth order. I’m a control freak because I’m an “Oldest/Only” personality since my brother is about 8 years younger than me.)
9. I hate group assignments. As a teacher, I give my students group work in class, but rarely do I ever give them group assignments that they have to complete outside of one class period because it’s my experience that one person, the smart person, the control freak, (Ahem, ME) ends up doing the bulk of the work.
10. I never drank/smoked/did drugs/had sex/etc. in high school. The reasons for this are many. 1) I was and am terrified of my mother’s disappointment. The idea of getting caught kept me from doing anything “bad” or “wrong.” Seriously. She once said to me “If you wouldn’t do it if Jesus was in the room, don’t do it, because He is always with you.” Well, Jesus has to forgive me. It’s in the Bible. God said. My mom, however, does not. So I just tried to always make her happy. 2) The people who did those things in high school made it look incredibly ridiculous and not at all appealing. I mean, Monday morning stories about the cops getting called and so-and-so jumping off the roof of the house and “OMG my period is an hour and a half late!”…Uh…No thank you. 3) I just got so caught up thinking of high school stories that I forgot what my 3rd reason for not doing that stuff in high school was.
11. I could eat Mexican food every night. I mean, just LOOK at the variety on the menu. There’s something different for every night! And it is so good. Especially our local place. They have the best salsa I’ve ever had.
12. I just remembered my third reason for not doing bad stuff in high school. I grew up in a rather small town. My grandfather and my father have lived there for their entire lives. My mom was a well-known restaurateur. There was no way for me to do anything and not have it get back to one of them, probably before I even made it home. Case in point: My little brother turned 18. He bought cigarettes for a friend who was underage. Before he got to our house, which was five minutes from the convenience store, the clerk had already called my parents to tell them my little brother just bought cigarettes. Yeah…not a gamble I was willing to take.
13. I had to use spell-check to spell the word “restaurateur.” ::hangs head in shame::
Okay, so that’s about as many facts as I can come up with right now before I crash out on the couch while typing this. (Seriously. My eyelids are all droopy right now.)
I’ve decided to pass on the “Blog with Substance” award today to:
I know, I know. I should pass this on to more than just two people. But here’s my reasoning right now. These two women, in short, are amazing. They have become fast e-friends and I appreciate them both than they know. They are supportive and gracious and kind and deserving. And their blogs are blogs of substance.
The actual rules of the “Blog with Substance” award are: thank the person who gave you the award–check, pass it on to 10 people—uhhh…., and share your blogging philosophy in five words or less–
Mine is: Blog honestly and with kindness (and humor!) (There’s no way I could do this in five words or less…)
I think what I’m going to do is, as I come across blogs entries I love, I’m going to pass on an award for that entry. Maybe I’ll just email it to that person. Maybe I’ll link back here and share it with all of you. I don’t know yet. But I’ll share the love. I promise.