Secrets Revealed
Ok, I know you just wanna hear the juicy secrets, and I’ll get to that. But first I have to say I feel so…so…official. I was nominated twice recently for (and I hastily accepted) the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Before anyone could rescind it, I grabbed that badge and threw it up on my blog as quickly as I could (after first figuring out how to do it which took about a 20 hours and some technical support) so I could announce to the world that I inspire people. Well, two people if you’re gonna be like that, but I very inspire them. I may not inspire my husband or kids or any one I know in real life, but two people out there find me inspirational, and I will do everything in my power to live up to that mighty responsibility. I can’t let them down. They’re all I got.
I was so frantic to get that little badge up there to prove how very inspirational I am that I didn’t have time to write a post to go with it. So now here it is:
I was first anointed inspirational by my good friend and BlogHer12 Voices of the Year winner (woo hoo!) Sperky (can I call you Sperky?) over at Sperk* (I think the asterisk stands for “y”). Then just last week Lauren of One Happy Table appointed me as such. She’s my new BFF. Sperky you’re out. I was tremendously honored because I’d just met Lauren through the magic and mystery of the internet, and she’s Happy and I’m fairly irritable, and she still likes me. In fact, she called me “pee in your pants” funny, which I’m now having embossed on t-shirts and maybe even printing on letterhead.
So in the pursuit of inspiring vast numbers of people or at least more than two I reveal to you now (because the award is making me) 7 never-before-disclosed facts about myself:
I don’t know how to spell. It’s an embarrassing problem because people think you’re stupid. But I’m smart, right? Plus, it’s hard to be a writer when you don’t know how to spell anything. So don’t tell anybody, Ok?
I’m a recovering Nutella addict. It’s been a long, hard struggle, but right now I’m winning.
I’m scared of modern technology. How did my smartphone get so smart? And why won’t my computer listen to me?
The T.V. show “Dooms Day Peppers” has actually got me thinking I’m grossly unprepared for the end of the world.
I occasionally wear day-old make-up.
I’m contemplating living off the grid, but then I wouldn’t be able to use my computer so that would be hard.
Sometimes I dream about disappearing without a forwarding address, leaving my husband to raise the kids while I lead the life I was meant to in a tiny, little apartment in Paris where I belong. (Don’t tell anybody that either.)
I know I’m doing my part to keep the blogosphere a beautiful place (as per the award’s slogan). So now, without further ado, please allow me to present the bloggers that make this a beautiful place for/inspire me:
Kelly’s Break Room (I know she doesn’t know me, but I like to think we’re friends.)
Hollow Tree Ventures (you know my feelings for you)
Kerstin Auer (The most hilarious Canadian German you’ll never meet unless you go to Canada and find her.)
Let Me Start by Saying (A sarcastic Jersey girl. I have an affinity for those.)
The Bearded Iris (Just plain funny.)
Sheer MADness (She’s sheer and she’s Mad. As in crazy. But in a very endearing way.)
The Parent du Jour (You are the wind beneath my wings.)
You Know It Happens at Your House Too (Anyone with a title like that I love instantly.)
Confessions of a Semi-Domesticated Mama (I can relate.)
Kvetch Mom (Who doesn’t like to kvetch?)
Oh, and tomorrow I’ll be guest posting over at Sperk* for her inspiring segment Wednesday’s Woman, which celebrates women great and small who act as positive role models for our daughters. I’ve written about about a woman I met who is a real life superhero. So check it out. And be inspired.
You like me! Yay! And you spelled MY name right, that’s all that matters, really!
This is even better than reading 50 Shades Grey-er. LOL.
Well, let me tell you honey – you are one.funny.motha.
And I see I’m in very good company, starting with you!
I don’t like you. I love you. And I checked like five times to make sure I spelled your name right. It’s poor form to spell a name wrong even if you don’t know how to spell and spell check doesn’t work on names. And you (and your scamming son) are funny mothas too.
Well slap me silly, I can’t believe it! Thank you so much, you’re too sweet. And you know the bloggy love is totally mutual. 🙂 MuuuaaAAHH!
Aw, thanks my little spuddy ole pal. Much appreciated!
Pleasure’s all mine.
Where do I send money for the embossed t-shirt? Medium, please.
Love you BFF!
I’m out? Is it because I am still on Nutella? I have it bad. I eat it right out of the jar with a spoon, and I have a jar in the lazy susan and one hidden by my bed.
Love getting to know you. 😉
No, I was just kidding, Sperks. And I eat it right out of the jar too. Is there another way? But having it stashed by the bed – that’s the sign of a serious addiction.
Hey!! Thanks a lot for the award & the mention! I feel like I know you. Does that count? Seriously, thanks a lot. You make me laugh!
Oh, thank you. You make me laugh. You are hysterical. I love reading your posts (and tweets). I can’t believe that woman squished all the way home. That must have been a disgusting ride. I love your perception of the whole day at the Top Chef’s house. It’s all the things I would think but never say – like how you dine at a beautiful long table with a bunch of strangers. And how you’re glad you’re not the only one taking pictures. And how she invited you or more accurately you paid to be there. Great stuff.