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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Feeling Awarded

I received awards from both Julie and Natalie this week. Actually, the same award. I think if they both agree it MUST be true, right?

Natalie's Blog is the Sound of Rain and her posts are always so intelligent and real. I think she has a strong personality presence in her writing. I really like going over to read her blog.

Julie's Blog is Silver Lining and she always has the most soothing and beautiful music playing. I've been leaving her blog up in the background just to listen to it. Even if her posts weren't awesome... which they are... I'd still go hang out there.

The rules are:

1. Copy the Kreativ Blogger picture and post it on your page.
2. Thank the person that gave the award to you and link back to their blog.
3. Write 7 things about you that we don't know.
4. Choose 7 other bloggers that you would like to give the award to.
5. Link to the bloggers that you chose.
6. Let your winners know that they have the lovely award.

Seven things about me that you might not know, huh? I'm really secretive about my life, so this might be difficult.

1. My favorite painting is the Scream by Edvard Munch. I like the way it compresses how I feel some days into one simple image and how boldly surreal it is.

2. I have long, blonde hair down to my waist, and I have nearly my whole life. I've cut it periodically only to find out that, though the husband says "he likes me no matter what" --that really means "sure... he likes me, but can't I just have long hair, anyway?"

3. I struggle with agoraphobia periodically. (Most people know this as the "fear" of going outside or in public.) I've never gotten "stuck" inside the house for more than three or four days because the kids are good in that way... although, forcing them out into the stinking sunshine always feels a little hypocritical. Generally, I just feel more comfortable inside my house or car than outside of it, but I also really don't like other people inside my house. This is my own personal bubble and safe haven, and I don't like people mucking about in here.

4. My favorite holiday is Halloween though Cinco de Mayo isn't bad.

5. The movie the Ring scared me so bad that I don't like having the dvd in my house.

6. I talk in my sleep-- a lot-- especially when I'm on meds for OCD. The son walks in his sleep. The daughter has insomnia and giggles in her sleep. The husband is normal--darn him.

7. I once owned a Subaru SVX and I loved that car... as much as it's humanly possible for me to love an inanimate object. It oozed sex. I kid you not. That car was hot and thoroughly masculine and the strange windows meant that I got looks everywhere I went. I loved that car. It didn't fit car seats, though. Oh, and when I say that I owned this car--it was mine from my single days--not the husband's. I think he had me trade it in just because he was jealous, and he should have been--that car was so hot. No other car has really touched my soul like that car. Le sigh. (Channeling a little Pepe' Le Pew there.)

Okay, so now to pick people... which is actually hard because a lot of people have already received this award. In fact, Diana is giving this award out like candy in her blog. (I think she was thinking the same thing.) In fact... aargh... this award is everywhere. Forget it. I'm going to post some of the blogs I've found and loved and stalk, because stalking is fun.

Shelley's Blog (who posted in my blog) I started stalking. She wrote the children's book Good Night, Good Knight. I read that to my kids and immediately called my mom (who is a big fan of children's books) and insisted she check it out and buy it for the grandchildren. (Did I mention she posted in my blog?) It seems wrong to stalk a children's book author, though. Anyway... she's full of wonderful.

The Sesquipedalian's blog stretches your mind and enriches your soul in very entertaining ways. Her footnotes are hilarious.

The Faerie Castle has an Amityville toaster video that made me giggle uncontrollably.

Deb my fellow Flashy Fiction buddy's blog always makes me smile. She just was sucked into the maelstrom that is "THE NOOK."

Stephanie has a fascination with history that is amazing. It's hard not to get excited with her... so I don't even bother. I get excited. She's writing a historical fiction book on Hatshepsut.

I try to even out the estrogen by lurking on a few guy's blogs:

Bane's Blog is worth stalking.

I've mentioned Sean's blog here before, but if you're not stalking him... it's fun.

Anyway, those are off the top of my head. Fun people to stalk. Wee. Stalkers of the blogging world unite. I stalk a lot of people both online and off, so this is by no means a comprehensive list of my stalker-a-tude.

I've got a weird fever today, so I might go curl up in a little ball and attempt to get warm in front of a fire. I crashed before my kids did last night under three or four blankets... and I'm freezing again. It seems like a good day to find out more about zombies and Mr. Darcy. I need pie but unless I can trick someone into bringing me some in my corner of solitude--that wish may go unfulfilled. Le sigh.


  1. Woo-hooo! Congrats on your awards :) :)

  2. Heh heh, yes I couldn't think so well this morning and decided not to follow the award rules.

    I know what you mean about long hair, except for the hair color. Mine is a weird auburny color that can't decide between brown and red and blonde. I cut it all off myself (which is actually more difficult than it sounds) for 2 out of 3 pregnancies (I'm not a cheerful pregnant person. I do not glow). Once it grew back the husband spent months complimenting my long, "beautiful" hair. Hint hint. Do not cut.

    Reasons why Wendy rocks: she says, "Le sigh."

  3. Thanks, Julie and Diana. (I cut my hair myself while pregnant too--most because I just didn't care. I don't glow either--partly because I puke so much.)

    So, I made chicken soup and that finally warmed me up, but now I feel queasy. I just can't win today.

    I've been trying to read "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies," but... I just don't like Pride and Prejudice the book. The movie... I like. The book was once a book club read, and it was one of the few book club reads that I couldn't finish. I think this is proof that my uterus is technically some sort of fluke. How can I not like the book? I'm supposed to love the book. It's part n' parcel with being female, isn't it? Instead, I just want them to get over themselves.

    The zombie parts are good. Vast improvements.

    The husband is going to a soccer game tonight. That means I get the rugrats to myself for the night. Woo woo!

    I think it may be nap time.

  4. Wendy, thanks so much for passing on the award to me! That was me you nominated right? Cause I'd be reallllly embarrassed if it was a different Deb from Flashy Fiction! And now I have a mental image of someone with long blond hair eating pie. LOL

  5. Heck yeah it was you! Whistle whistle clap clap clap

    Usually my long blonde hair is pulled into a pony tail--thus negating the whole point of having long hair. Unfortunately, there was no pie today. Tomorrow--perhaps. (Just so we're all on the same page, I like cream pies--not fruit pies. Well, banana cream pie, but that's not a true fruit pie.)

  6. Is *Le sigh* anything like *Le hot*? "That's hot...that's like, le hot!" Sorry I watch too many Hilary Duff movies:)

  7. :) Le sigh is what Pepe' Le Pew, the French cartoon skunk says instead of "sigh."

    My parents just returned from a year and a half in France, so I'm beefing up the culture around here so they don't miss France. ;) Although, I don't think my mother would care for most of the "French" I'd need pardoning for.