I was catching up with blog comments recently when I discovered that I’ve been tagged with this Award/Meme thingy by ZenYenta! I’m always honored when someone thinks of me when they think of favorite blogs. Seriously, little ole me! Aw, shucks, I’m blushing over here. Thanks for thinking of me, ZenYenta!
I don’t have much time to bask in the afterglow and rest on my laurels, though, because this award requires a lot of work comes with certain, um, rights and privileges duties and responsibilities. If I tag you, and you want to participate (don’t feel obligated), here’s what you should do. Eventually. You know, when you have completed all your chores and laundry and have time for such silliness:
1.You must brag about the award. I didn’t exactly brag – I’m always flabbergasted, frankly, when someone awards me anything, but I guess saying “I got an award!” on my own blog is bragging.
2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger. You saw the link to ZenYenta above? Good. Go read her. She was one of my first readers and for that I owe her a special nod.
3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. WELL. That’s easier said than done, because there are far more talented bloggers out there than I can make time to read regularly. You know I’m always gushing about Suz and Marcy and Laurie and Chesapeake Bay Woman… so here are some other blogs that I’m really liking these days.
Charlcie. She’s a spunky thyroid cancer survivor who used to work with Soup Husband Curt. They’ve both since moved on to other employers but we’re happy to still be in touch with her.
In Three Words. My latest blog addiction… she throws out a topic and your response must be contained in three well-chosen words. I dare you not to bookmark it after your first visit.
Bartender Face. The aforementioned Laurie started this blog to solicit the stories you so want to share, but can’t come clean except through the veil of anonymity. I see she hasn’t posted in a little while… maybe this link will prompt her to share something new? It’s juicy reading for sure. Maybe you have your own deep dark secret you’d like to share.
Breed ‘em and weep. Jenn is a recently-single mom of two lovely daughters. She’s got her hands full and writes about it in prose so eloquent, it’ll take your breath away.
Violence Unsilenced. Maggie of Okay, Fine, Dammit was one of my first readers and provided me with encouragement as I was just getting started. She recently embarked on a new project – she’s posting other writers’ accounts of their experiences with domestic violence. It makes for riveting reading, and gives some pretty brave souls a place to speak out about their experiences with abuse.
4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were tagged with the Honest Weblog Award. Links posted above. Comments on everyone’s sites may or may not happen, but consider yourself tagged if you see this before I leave you a comment. Whatever that means.
5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Oh lordy, didn’t we all do this on Facebook over the past couple of months? Here’s my 25 things post; and I’ll throw in a bonus five new ones, just for grins:
- I hate centipedes even more than I hate snakes, and I hate them both when they’re inside my house.
- I am quite certain that three boys is enough of that business for me, but today I saw an impossibly cute 7 month old baby boy in the office and OH MY, how he made my ovaries ache! Then I pinched him really hard and made him cry and – shazam! – I was over it. KIDDING. I did not pinch him. But I had to imagine it in order to break the trance.
- You know those pressurized tubes of crescent rolls and biscuits? I fear those tubes. I really don’t like it when they pop open. Sometimes you just peel the paper like it tells you, and they don’t just pop open, and then you have to figure out how to break in, and that is what I really, really hate. In fact, I asked Bubta to open some tonight so that I could make make a dinner recipe involving crescent rolls.
- I used to sing the National Anthem before varsity high school basketball games with my friend. We would sing it in two-part harmony, a capella. (I was the alto.) I have fantasies of singing it again, as a solo, maybe at a Caps game or a minor league baseball game. I might just go audition one of these days.
- If I could figure out a way to make money blogging, I would do it in a heartbeat.