So hey, this is kinda cool for Wednesday:
I got nominated for a Versatile Blogger Award!
Which is apparently the same thing as winning one, so that’s nifty, too.
Woo-hoo! Easy A! Easy A!
Not complaining over here, lemme tell you. This has been one long, sniffle-y, sleepless kinda week in Checklist Land … and like I said: it’s only Wednesday.
The VBA comes with a bunch of operating instructions, the first of which is:
THANK YOUR NOMINATOR.
My nominator happens to be the incredibly craft-illy-and-photographically-talented Sarah of sincerelysarahandcrafted. I dig Sarah for a bunch of reasons, including the whole crafty/photography thing, but also because a) she spells her name the RIGHT WAY and b) she and I both spent parts of our small-child-hoods living in East Africa, and so c) we agree that people who don’t vax their kids are nutsos. And man is her kid cute!
Also she likes me, apparently, which never hurts.
Next, I’ve DISPLAYED THE AWARD in my sidebar. Kinda nifty, yeah? (No one has to know how easy it is to get one, right?)
On to NOMINATING 7 OTHER BLOGS.
Since I’m not really clear on the parameters for who or what falls under the “Versatile” umbrella, I’m just going with bloggers I dig. Also, I can’t nominate 15 other blogs. I don’t read 15 other blogs, and also, this is kinda chain-lettery, and I am the person who ALWAYS. BREAKS. THE CHAIN.
So, in an effort to not completely fuck up the process, and send some more interweb traffic their ways, here’s who I’m into at the moment:
SAHM is nom-de-plume of a girlfriend of mine who is truly my own personal Martha-Stewart-Potty-Mouthed-BFF. I love this woman to death. I share her POV on almost every child-and-husband-rearing topic out there (short of her lice obsession, mostly because I’m just too lazy to work an extra hour of preventative-lice-care into my kids’ weekly routines). Wait — not just her lice thing. Also her amazing party-throwing-thing — due to my afore-mentioned lazy problem. Hers is the house where every year the yard is fully transformed into some brilliant childhood wonderland that cues my kids to ask if they can have that kind of party next year and makes me the bad mom who is alway saying NO.
On second thought — why do I love SAHM so? Hmm. Must be because she writes with such vim-and-vigor.
Speaking of vim-and-vigor:
Ok, this woman doesn’t need my help. She is constantly winning blogging awards and I’m sure has incredible traffic coming her way all the time without the VBA. But I love her too. She is impossible to not love. I have never met another human who has spent three minutes in her presence without falling head over heels. This is because she is — and writes like — that Cool Pal With a Potty Mouth Who You WISH YOU WERE, but who you will NEVER BE, because um, she NEVER. EVER. EVER. GOSSIPS. ABOUT. ANYONE. Not even her husband. I have never heard her whisper a pissy word. Which means she is not only COOLER than I will ever be, but also NICER and probably getting laid more, too.
Another one of my preschool Moms. What can I say? We’re a creative bunch. She’s also a food journalist — yep, actual REAL writer — who had this genius idea to blog interesting and child-friendly restaurants in and around LA. Places with GOOD AND INTERESTING FOOD WHERE YOU CAN GO WITH YOUR KIDS. So if you live here — or are planning a visit — you really ought to check her out.
Another food-blogger, but this one focuses on what she makes her 3-yo for lunch. That kid eats way better than my kids. And their food LOOKS way better, too. Her blog is the reason Mr. Big(Ideas) got all jazzed about buying PlanetBox Lunchboxes. This is an urge I have resisted because we have a zillion lunchboxes already. But I just wandered over to Amazon to take a look at them, and they come in LOTS OF DIFFERENT COLORS and I do so love to color-code my kids … Hmm. I feel a lunchbox-declutter-and-repurchase session going on … Who’s with me?
Ok, sure, we needed a token SAHD. Mine is a lovely guy I went to grad school with. He writes very well about parenting, and writing — and as both of those things are interests of mine I find him interesting, too. If you wander over to his site right now, he’s exerpting chapters of his novel. Also, he was once with me in an LA bar where a stranger swooped by the table, picked up my beer, swigged from it, put it back on the table, made eyes at me, and took off again. I like that he was there to see that. Knowing there are witnesses to my youth remind me that, yes, once, long ago, even I was young.
Hey — two token SAHDs! And umm, I don’t know this man. I just love him because he’s a SAHD whose kids have these awesome Old World names that make me want to break out into verses of Sunrise, Sunset every time one of his posts lands in my email. Oh, and, it cracks me up thinking about THAT GUY living in Canada, freezing through the winters, watching hockey with his adorable, Old World named kids. I mean, seriously. The world is flat, people. The world is flat, flat, flat, and SMALL.
I don’t know her, either, but I think we’d get along, mostly because of the HILARIOUS,