So last week, The Urban Cowgirl and Spokeit each gifted me with a blog award (which leaves me probably more tickled than it has any right to, by the way. Thank you, ladies). I’ve been negligent in posting it, just because I’ve been a little all-consumed by Things Outside The Internet. I’m on it today, though. So, in complying with the rules and regulations, I need to do the following:
1. Link back and thank the person who gave you the award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Award 5 recently discovered blogs.
4. Contact them and tell them about their award.
Because complying with rules and regulations is a stylish sort of thing to do.
So, seven things about me. Hmmm…
I once made a list of 100 random things about me, for a website that no longer exists. Do you remember the days when that was all the rage in the blogosphere (the 100 Things lists, that is, not the ceasing to exist)? Now I’m wracking my brain to try to remember any of the really interesting ones that I came up with then. Apparently “have good long term memory for interesting items about self” was not necessarily on that list.
1) That website was my first real foray into blogging. And I patched the thing together myself through cringe-worthy self-taught HTML code. Because I’m that kind of person.
(It wasn’t cringe-worthy because it had blinking construction icons or played the Star Spangled Banner or anything, though. I’m determined and independent, but not strictly crazy.)
2) I like to share. A lot. Probably too much (I know – shocker, right?). I would happily share the depths of my heart and soul with strangers if I thought they were interested. But I would almost never initiate that conversation, because I wouldn’t want to force them to listen if they weren’t. Consequently, most of my co-workers would describe me as very reserved. And while I am extremely uninhibited in some ways, I cannot strictly say that they are wrong. Every now and then I surprise somebody, though. I sort of like that I have the potential to be that surprising.
3) I seem to be using the word “strictly” with far more frequency today than ever before.
4) I cannot say that item number three is strictly true, since I haven’t actually paid attention to my use of strictly in the past.
5) Sometimes I generalize things.
6) If given a finite list of pieces of information about myself to put together, there is a good chance that I will at least partially fill it with meaningless items and then go over the suggested number to make up for it.
7) I had an obscenely large number of pets growing up, most of them at once and while living in a small apartment. Off the top of my head, there were two cats, two rabbits, two guinea pigs, six hamsters, one (sadly short-lived) mouse, and two budgies living with us at one particular time. I wanted to be a veterinarian until I was around eleven or twelve, when I realized cleaning out cages and animal suffering was not what I most wanted in my adult life.
If I type and 8 and a bracket, it makes a face with sunglasses on. But that isn’t really unique to me.
9) The fact that I learned this a while ago, and still can’t seem to resist the urge to leave it that way probably is.
10) I am both excited and disappointed by little things. As a quote that appeals to me once described someone else, this makes me “easy to please, but difficult to protect.”
11) I like just about anything more if it comes in a variety of candy colours. I’m pretty sure that I could love a set of colon cleansing tools if they were lemon yellow and apple green and light purple and teal. This has done interesting things for my underwear drawer. However, it motivates me to be selective in some areas of my home decor, as otherwise I’m somewhat certain I’ll end up eventually living in something that looks like Easter in a pipe bomb. I also have a thing for large and random giraffes. It is probably a good thing that my bank account mediates my desire for impulse buys.
12) I like to smell things. All things. Any things. Random, everyday things. I have, on occasion, kept a lime in the fridge for the express purpose of sniffing it. I used to smell walls as a child, just to see what they were like. However, I strongly dislike perfume, air fresheners, scented candles, and the like. Things that are supposed to be smelly? Yuck. The subtle scent of blankets? Sublime.
Awards for Other Blogs:
I’m not sure that I have five “recently discovered” blogs that I am actually reading. I have a couple of new reads that I’m intrigued by. I have a couple more recently discovered blogs on my “I should really check these out further when I have some more time” radar, but I’m not sure how much that really counts, and they don’t really constitute a full set anyway. So I may fudge that part and widen the criteria a bit here… I’m also trying to spread the love where I can (though I’m not 100% sure where this particular award has already made the rounds).
In No Particular Order:
1. For a Witty Natural Writing Style That Makes Me Want to Find Time to Start Reading Her Blog More Regularly – CreakyGeek
2. For Humourous Writing About The Struggles of Parenthood That Is Not Actually Technically New To Me But Nonetheless Noteworthy – Sodramatic
3. For Not Actually Being New To Me At All But Combining Well-Written Opinion Articles With Personal Stories And Humour, All With An Intelligent Writing Style – IfByYes
4. For Frequently Taking My Own Issues And Putting Them Into Print With Her Name On Them In a Refreshingly Candid Way While Also Maintaining Her Sense of Humour – me and the bee
5. For Being A Generally Cool Person Who Can Be Passionate About World Issues And Yet Also Quite Funny – SuzRocks
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