My lovely friend at Boca Frau, Susi, gave me the distinctive honors of two blogger awards. I haven’t done a blogger award ceremony in EONS. In 2008 and ’09 I got a huge, huge number of them and I got burned out. So I’ve kept away from them in general, but Susi is a new blogger AND she just became a naturalized citizen of the United States! She was so enthusiastic with her own awards that I caught the awards bug!
So now, ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu… let us imagine for a moment the glorious, glittering scene before us. Sleek, black limousines line the streets. Paparazzi glut the sidewalks, their flashing camera bulbs creating a flood of artificial starlight….. an announcer excitedly announces, “Here she comes!”
The Freaky Frugalite, Rebecca, breathlessly extracts herself from the car, panting heavily from the effort. She plants her foot on the corner of the red carpet and viewers get a first glimpse of her distinctive “shabby chic” style. The black running shoes are crafted by Armani– Chang Armani, from the luxuriant Asian Walmart distribution center worldwide. Viewers catch a peek at Rebecca’s fuzzy pink and lime green anklet socks as she plants her flat feet onto the carpet. The crowds gasp at her amazing wardrobe, chosen specifically for this night: black knit Cabin Creek pants, a “USA 2010” black t-shirt, and — oh the ripple of excitement that makes the photographers go crazy — her distinctive red flannel shirt, rolled up at the sleeves as is her style.
Rebecca poses for a brief moment before the adoring fans. She spits in her hand and slicks her ponytail back with a delicate air. The crowds swoon.
She walks slowly, so smooth and slowly — lest she trip over ANOTHER dang Lego brick left on the floor — and approaches the microphone. A gorgeous little toothpick with big poofy lips teeters up beside her and drops the Versatile Blogger Award and the Liebster Award into Rebecca’s hand. “Wurdz,” Rebecca speaks.
The crowd, now unable to control their elation, applaud loudly and throw a mountain of red roses toward the blogger. Rebecca is rushed into the awards center by a dozen refrigerator-sized suits wearing sunglasses and bulging with ordnance. Reporters catch a whisper of their conversation as Rebecca asks them if they prefer their pigeons in Double Trap or Universal Trench…
**THE CURTAIN OPENS**
Thanks, Susi, for giving me these awards! I promise to cherish them forever! As part of the award ceremony instructions, I must list 7 things about myself that you may not already know. Well, here goes, ya’all!
1. In case you didn’t know, I have a wildly vivid imagination. Sometimes I’m stupid enough to write it down. :blink:
2. I used to be a predominantly “right-brained” person, but now I am more “left-brained.”
I took a few of those “scientific” Internet quizzes that supposedly measure your strengths and weaknesses, and tell you what part of the brain you use. I thought it was funny that mine has shifted over years (assuming the quizzes were accurate). I’ve always been very orderly and regimental about some things, but I was always the “creative artist” kind of person. I don’t think these kinds of things are set in stone. People change. I had a very poor education as a youngster so when I was out of school I went about educating myself. Like Mark Twain said, “Never let schooling interfere with your education.” Maybe that’s what changed?
3. I don’t care much for pies, but I like cake. With creamy frosting. Mmmmm.
4. I just put a turkey in the oven.
I don’t save turkeys for only the holidays. After the holidays, when grocers are eager to sell their old birds, I snatch up half a dozen. I keep them in my freezer. When I am having a “winter blues” day, I bake one of them. There’s something about the smell of roasting turkey and a warm house that comforts me.
5. I like to emphasize my Scotch lineage because I think the Scots are cool, but I am actually not very Scottish. The line is somewhat thin even though the Scottish name has carried on in the family since the mid 1800’s. I’m actually more British English than anything. And not the Celtic British. Not the Welsh British. Not even the Anglo-Saxon or Danish British or Briton British. I’m more Norman British. The Normans were not even really British, not at first. They were from France before they conquered Britain. And they weren’t French, either. They were Scandinavian. The Vikings who, instead of pillaging the countrysides, decided to boot out the French dukes, and settle in French castles and pretend that they were royalty.
Got all that?
6. I like tiny, handheld stuffed animals. I have a little stuffed lamb on my computer. I snuggle him from time to time. It helps cure me whenever I am overcome with the I-Need-Another-Kitten disease.
7. It took me 6 hours to finally write this post.
I had brief interludes of laundry, loading the dishwasher, making phone calls, and laying down to rest my hip (sciatica). Boy, blogging is exhausting work! lol…
So how about you, wanna play this game? You don’t have to have a fancy awards ceremony to participate. Just write a post with 7 weird things about you. I’ll read it! 😀