I’ve been completely negligent in my recognition of nice people bloggers. I mean, we should totally reward positive behavior…it’s like I’ve turned into the news where the nice things are a tiny blip at the end all she-saved-thirty-helpless-kittens-but-who-the-hell-cares. Goodnight.
*begin 10 minute commercial about the disasters to be reported on tomorrow’s broadcast*
I don’t exactly watch the news, so I’m probably totally off base…
(and just so you know, there is a point to my Britney Spears reference)
Anyway…let me start with submom at The Absence of Alternatives. She gave me this award…eons ago. EONS.
And the initial reason I hadn’t accepted the award was because it comes with chores. Chores to the tune of 7 random things about me. And I was struggling with what random means, exactly.
Then I checked out submom’s blog and I notice this:
#7 Absence Alternatives on November 5, 2009 at 9:14 am
I hereby absolve you from the obligation of having to write the Random Things. I know you’ve got a lot going on over there. Now I have to be mean to the others though. They may cry foul…
Dear submom: I have no excuse since November 5th to NOT accept this award. I’ll chalk it up to my being a sucky blogger-friend. You are now my award-giving hero! I mean, I love getting awards…because awards are pretty and fun and I also love playing…I do. Swear it. Lately I’ve just been really sucking in the coming up with anything noteworthy arena…but I’m back, dammit. I’M BACK!
I even started writing down random things before I saw submom’s comment…I just never made it to 7 because, well, I’m a bad, irresponsible blogger:
1. I refuse to drink the last of anything. I leave around a quarter of an inch in the bottom of the glass or cup or mug or whatever the hell it is…except a cereal bowl. In my 26 years of cereal eating, I’ve mastered pouring exactly enough milk to not have any leftover. As for anything else, I’m convinced the end of a drink is all backwash. And I’m not drinking backwash.
2. I used to shun country music all, “how stupid…singing about dogs and trucks and losing your girlfriend.” Then I accidentally allowed my ears to listen to a song that was considered “country.” I still have no idea how it happened. The worst part? I liked it. And because I had been all, “country music’s for dumb old hicks!” I was too embarrassed to admit to anyone that I LIKED IT…that I was a dumb old hick…a HICK! (That word sounds funny now…hick). I was in the closet about my country music love affair for years. I finally came out in college – cause everyone else liked it (yay! for going to a school in the middle of nowhere). So yes, I love country music. It’s almost all I listen to now. And county music + love = awesome. It does not = hick. Well, not in my unique case, anyway.
Ummm….yah. So, that’s all I had going for me in the random department…I mean, I walked through Home Depot yesterday in a short plaid skirt, long-sleeved white collared shirt, a 3/4 sweater over the white shirt and black heels. Think a modified Britney Spears without the knee-high socks – only way better because I don’t smoke or forget to wear panties. If I’m not wearing panties, it’s on purpose.
Anyway, after traipsing through the store looking for a flashlight for Tim to wear on his head…(begin random tangent) I was convinced the head lamp things were in the plumbing department…wrong…and why, you ask? Well, we run now, remember? The whole marathon thing? And said running has been taking place in the dark…so Tim was all, “it’s for safety reasons” when it’s really so we don’t trip and fall on our asses.
So, after getting strange looks from every single person we passed…I mean, they were even doing that whole bend the top half of your body around the corner to try and see…I finally looked over at Tim in the checkout line and whispered, “ummm…apparently everyone thinks I’m weird.” And he raises his eyebrows and looks at me all, “You’re wearing heels. In Home Depot. And yes. They’re still staring.”
Does that count as random?
And the award recognition isn’t over…I also received this from Leese at Living Me 101
I get to be sweet (Leese, what the hell were you thinking?) and I don’t have to answer 37.5 random questions. Awesome.
The Sweetest Award should be renamed the Awesomeist Award.
No, maybe I’ll invent that one.
So, if anyone sends me an Awesomeist Award in the future, I’ll know you stole my idea.
And stealing is not nice.
I learned that the hard way when I was three. I stole this miniature lego spaceship from my friend’s house. It was just big enough for one lego dude to ride it…all tight and compact so pieces didn’t fall off when you had to go into battle or rescue the princess or something.
Then, said compact-spaceship was all of a sudden *missing* and my “friend” decided to go all tattle-tale on my ass since I was the only person who had been anywhere near his stupid legos…so his mom called my mom and I was totally busted.
Dammit! I loved that lego spaceship.
(Thanks, James, for ruining my one shot at loving things like aerodynamics and being good at something important, like math)
Yes, I am still bitter.
No, Tim says my Britney Spears outfit is only for him.
And apparently Home Depot.