Ahh, awards season. Always so fun and unpredictable. I watched the Golden Globes a few weeks back, sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for Ricky Gervais to do something shocking, and was hopelessly disappointed. Then it was onto the Grammys, and the antics of big haired twangy, country singers both male and female, followed up by the flying pink haired Minaj girl having a Cirque de Soleil style exorcism. Once again – disappointing.
But nothing prepared me for the surprising event of this past weekend, when I was nominated for an award in my own right! A “Versatile Blogger Award”. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I pulled a complete Taylor Swift, all wide-eyed and open-mouth flustered. Luckily there was no access to a microphone, because I can be quite wordy in my speechlessness (I am the queen of the 1,000+ word post). Suffice it to say that they would have turned off my mike and turned the lights off, and had the band start up just for good measure.
I’ve been called lots of things in my time, but I like “versatile” a lot. It reminds me of an old Rosalind Russell movie with a child star Natalie Wood in it where she sang “Let me entertain you, let me make you smile” …. and then the last line of the song was “I’m very versatile”. I’m leaving out key details, like the fact that the movie was about a stripper named Gypsy Rose Lee … but that’s neither here nor there.
It seems I was nominated by the lovely and talented Jonesingafter40 , a lady after my own heart, with whom I have at least two things in common – our firstborn offspring just happened to be dogs, and we both began something monumental when we turned 40.
So without further ado … let me get on with the responsibilities of the honor. This tiara weighs heavy on my head.
PART # 1 – I have to tell you seven things about myself.
- I started my university studies when I was 40, and graduated the year I turned 50. I have remained 50 for all the years since.
- I’m a stress baker.
- I have great posture, but it’s fake, because I have stainless steel rods in my back, from a scoliosis surgery when I was 15. .
- I am a compulsive proofreader, and grammar corrector. (Note – corrector is not a word. I would have corrected that.)
- My dad was 20 years older than my mom.
- The last thing I won (besides arguments) was a joke telling contest at a comedy night in a bar.
- Erma Bombeck was my hero.
PART # 2 – I get to tell you about 15 other bloggers that I enjoy. They are clever and witty and make me wish I thought of that …
Sincere thanks for the nomination. I’m always surprised when people I’m not related to, read my stuff of their own free will.
I do hope this tiara doesn’t make me look fat.