Well, Jackson skies are about to make it rain like a big-bellied pimp with a stack of ones at a gentleman’s club. Gross, I know. I feel the same way about it. To cheer myself up about summer playtime missed and tanning opportunities squandered, I’ve done thirteen jumping jacks, listened to some delightfully creepy songs from children’s artist, Raffi, and spent a solid chunk of my morning scouring the Internet for blog post pick-me-ups. Jumping Jacks – known to some to provide the thrill of making a snow-less, vertical snow angel – are dumb. And Raffi, well, the poor man’s lyrics about baby Belugas just got me side-tracked with depressing thoughts of whale-poaching and death and how we are all doomed just slightly less than the whales but still headed for that big, old apartment in the sky nonetheless. I aimed to make myself happy, and it seems I fail gladness instead. Thank God for bloggers and slightly batty blog awards.
Tracy (aka The Dinner Belle) awarded my grumpy self The Sunshine Award either because she likes me or because she has a wickedly refined Irony Detector. Like most blog awards, the winners are meant to list things about themselves (namely boring things that readers must then use to drum up witty comment responses) before passing the award to more
unsuspecting victims winners and demanding that they share their life facts, too! I try to follow the rules, Tracy. I mostly sometimes do. But I couldn’t bring myself to list my favorite time of day to eat tomatoes or my shoe size or if push came to desperate, my favorite way to pass the time while stuck mid-poop. It seems I’ve covered just about all the big stuff like unwed parenthood, insulting strangers, and even burning one’s kitchen down while preparing a bowl of cold fruit. So, I’m changing the rules a bit.
There are no rules. I think a world in which Memes are without boundaries sounds one step short of heavenly. How about a blog award that forces winners to shovel cupcakes into their mouths at break-jaw speed? Or one that comes with an elaborate and funky dance routine that must be performed and vlogged for the appreciation of the masses? Or maybe one in which all you really have to do is say “Thanks so much, Tracy. I like you, too!”?
Sounds like a plan. I’m off to beat my personal best in the Chocolate Cupcake Without Chewing category, but before I go I’ll leave you with some bloggers who light up my day on a constant basis. Sunshine winners, know that you make me happy and I love you
like almost as much as a fat kid loves cake.
Sunshine from Sunshine In London (Clearly she was asking for it.)
Leah from A Girl & A Boy (Recently planned a sweet, crafty wedding that just makes you want to dance and smile.)
Kaela at Live. Love. Inspire ( Pregnant & Cheerful. It don’t make no sense.)
Katelyn at Elephant Ears (She’s always happy. Always. Even with The Crusty Pink Eye of Death, she’s smiling.)
C. at Small Dog Syndrome (Think Paul Blart, Mall Cop but girly and petite and with a fabulously British snip to her writing.)
Casey at Running Out Of Me (Skinny AND likable. Lucky.)
Amy at Amalah (The only girl who can flip you the bird and still make you want to be her friend.)
Kat at Withywindle (Seriously, her headline is “Finding cheer and art in everyday”. Seriously)
Pegoleg at Ramblings ( I have a worried feeling that I jacked her blog name and added a The to the front of it, and STILL she’s nice to me.)
Yuliya at She Suggests ( I’ve just never laughed so hard in my life. If I ever have one-pack abs, I’ll send the girl a picture and a note that says “Thanks for making me pee my pants. Crunches.”)
Which blogger makes your day a little brighter?
No points for saying that I do. I ain’t sharing these cupcakes with no body.
Hickish Double Negative