I have been nominated for some sort of stylish blogger award by @adventofreason, @storyslut and @doahsdeer. I am not sure what I’ve done to deserve these nominations. I think perhaps there’s some kind of sickness going on. I’ll have to send them some homemade chicken matzoh ball soup or something.
I’m supposed to tell you seven things about myself, and then nominate five lucky bloggers for this stylish blogger award. Hopefully, by the time I am done writing this, I can figure out five folks who haven’t already posted their seven things and five nominations.
1. I want to be a real live published author when I grow up. I’ve started a bunch of novels, but haven’t really finished any of them. I start to get scared at some point in writing. Afraid to finish. Working on that, though. I mean, you kind of have to finish writing the book in order to get the book published, so I am doing my best to face my fears. And grow up already.
2. I don’t know if I am REALLY Obssessive Compulsive, but I have a certain way of doing little things, and if they aren’t done “the right way” (um, MY way), I get a little unnerved. I won’t say that I freak out or anything (not really), but I will tell you that my husband now lets me put the groceries on the belt in the “right” order (MY order), to avoid conflict. I have to brush my teeth in a certain order (left top outside, right top outside, left bottom outside, right bottom outside, and then the insides, same order) and swish the Listerine in my mouth a certain number of times (thirty-three). When I put on my socks and shoes, it’s right sock, right shoe, left sock, left shoe. Until recently, when I wrote a piece, it was notes, two drafts, re-write, proof, cigarette, re-read, re-proof, cigarette, reread, polish, post. My computer has been acting kind of weird lately, so I have been just using the Xanga editor and not writing my posts in Word and then copying and pasting… so I guess I’m breaking some kind of chain. Well, sort of. I’m still doing a LOT of rereading and re-writing.
3. Part of the reason that I stopped posting a lot for so long was that I officially converted to Catholocism this past Easter, and I don’t write much on religion here. I may write about my journey someday (and they don’t call it a “journey” for nothing), but I probably will not post it here.
4. Ken and I have been married for 8-1/2 years, living together for 13-1/2. There have been good times and bad times, mostly good. We are still in love and plan on doing it all over again, either on this next anniversary (May 10, 2012) or for our 10th anniversary. This time around, I think that The Sam will be Ken’s best man.
5. I have a best friend. Aside from my marriage, my relationship with Jeanne has been the most important one in my life. We’ve known each other since 1983, we have been through a LOT together, and we have learned a lot from one another. Jeanne not only knows where all of the bodies are buried; she helped me put them there!
6. I have four brothers and no sisters. I used to wish for a sister, but you know what? My brothers may have driven me crazy (and still do!), but they protected me (and still do!), and taught me how to ride a bike, swim, play softball, bait a hook, defend myself… and, God bless them, they’ve given me a LOT of material for stories. I love them.
7. The Sam gets really spooked by thunder and lightning. One morning, a few months ago, there was a really loud bit of thunder. It woke me up, and I immediately called the kennel. I didn’t expect anyone to be there, but the owner answered the phone. I told him I was worried about The Sam because of the thunder. He laughed and told me, “Oh, HE’s alright. {two girls that work there} were scared. Sam’s comforting them.” I think he was just acting; he didn’t want to look like a wuss in front of his women. But in that moment, I was jealous of those girls. I miss my cat very much, and cannot wait until we are all together again (It won’t be TOO much longer now!).
Okay. Now to find five people to nominate…
I hereby nominate:
Do you remember Bobby Vinton?
