There are no awards given for good parenting. There really should be.
Last I checked, there isn’t a single award or trophy given for efforts to make a home more sustainable or energy-efficient — another missed opportunity.
Bowling or tennis league? Nah, I’m just not into team sports.
How about sarcasm? Now, there’s something I might just work for, perhaps dedicate a shelf for it.
Up until now, my life has been award-less.
DirtNKids got nominated for an award last week. Just days later, another award nomination hit the inbox. I had no idea there was even such a thing to be had, much less two. Turns out, there are even more dangling in the ether — “gold stickers” I’ve heard them called. Some are less or more attainable than others, depending upon the WordPress circles I choose, but I’m pretty selective of the circles I keep.
Cool thing is, no real work was done to get them. (How lucky for me.) I continue to do what I do, just because I do it, then blog about it when I have time to keep loved ones up-to-date. Even though DirtNKids is technically a public realm (anyone can get to it on the World Wide Web), it is not public within the WordPress world (purposely limiting traffic on my site), and kinda public on a Google search. More than half of my Followers have never even met me. Apparently, a couple of them think enough of me to nominate me for an award. So let me say,
I am honored to be nominated!
Thanks so much for having faith in me and what I do.
I sincerely appreciate it.
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creative (adj) — having a good imagination or original ideas.
Kodak Kerouacs nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award. Mary and Valerie speak my language! They believe that there is still a place in this frenzied, immediate-gratification digital world for us slow types. Their thing is flexible photographic emulsion (a/k/a/ film). They make me proud I never gave away the ’73 Canon A1 35mm that got me started with photography. Among other clever posts, How-To Tuesdays keep me both informed and giggling.
(Oh, and girls, consider yourselves nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. I don’t know why you haven’t gotten it yet. Knock yourself out!)
A note about my being creative. People rarely accuse me of being a creative type. It’s more truthful to call me a clever copier, any creativity surfacing only as I work to improve upon a process developed by someone else, tweaking a thing here-or-there, making it slightly better or more efficient to suit my own, selfish needs (I’m super lazy). In the event I’m accidentally creative, it only means that I messed up so royally on something that what resulted was also quite unexpected. Like that guy who messed up on his adhesive formula who wound up inventing the Post-It Note, only I never made millions on any of my screw-ups. Damn my luck.
Rules for both the Versatile Blogger and Kreativ Blogger awards:
- Recognize the nominating blogger and the award
- Nominate 7 bloggers for the award(s) and notify them
- Share 7 fun facts about myself (I’ll double, since I got two awards)
Down to it — my nominees. Drum roll, please! I don’t have a particularly long blogroll, as you can see, so I’ve kept to these seven because other bloggers I follow either have these awards already, or they simply don’t care to participate in the activity. Take it or leave it, it’s entirely up to you. You should all know that I think very highly of you as a person (or people) and I consider you tremendously talented, creative and versatile bloggers in your own right. Thank you all for what you do!
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On My Versatility
- There’s something about being in the sky that appeals to me. I used to skydive. I have several hours logged in non-powered flight (sail planes). One beautiful day while in the northeast visiting my future-husband, I was able to stay aloft in one of the most beautiful areas of New Hampshire for nearly 3 hours. What finally grounded me was that I really, really had to pee. I didn’t learn about Depends until later on.
2. I was a professional singer in the early 90’s. My acoustic/electric trio was the house band (outside, on the deck) for a popular restaurant in Houston, and I even had groupies. (A few of them follow this blog, but they’re the weirdo kind.) I can sing just about any Aretha Franklin song and prefer blues and rock; I sing best when I’m drunk (I’m told). I’ve never been nominated for a Grammy.
3. A smoker for 13 years, I finished my two-pack-a-day habit of Camel no-filters nearly two decades ago. I started again briefly during a particularly stressful semester of engineering final exams, but — learning I was pregnant — quit straight away and never started back up. Best thing I ever did for my body.
- My best friend is a guy. He used to be my husband’s best friend, but I stole him away, yes I did. He was more suited as my best friend than my husband’s anyway.
Other than various volunteer awards, the only merit award I ever received was Student of the Year for my college’s chapter (regional for the state). I worked very hard for that one. It hangs on my wall.
Saris are my dress of choice for formal functions. Each time I’m amazed I can even still wrap one (thank goodness for YouTube). I own four. They are the most beautiful, sexy, comfortable gowns I have ever worn.
While relaxing on the beach in a foreign country, I witnessed (over the pages of my novel) a jet-skier wrecking on a wave and knocking himself unconscious. Without thinking — reactionary only — I sprinted to the water, swam out in huge waves, flipped him face-up, and carried a very heavy, apparently dead carcass to the shore I barked orders at the gawking locals in their own language to call for help. My husband said later it was like watching a Baywatch episode – except in a foreign language and no big boobs. Turns out I saved that man’s life. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
On My Creativity
When something needs to get built or “fixed,” I tend to use what I have on hand. My functioning Frankenstein is rarely pretty or recognized as what was intended, or when it doesn’t work, gets painfully separated back into recyclable trash nuggets.
Anyone who’s worked in my kitchen (it is a beautiful kitchen) knows how weird it is. I’ve discovered several creative ways to accentuate its “good points” (there aren’t many) to minimize my own stress when I am working in it. It’s gotten me through more than 5 years of feeding many mouths and several large family gatherings, prepping veggies on less than 3-sq-ft of counter space and a fridge door that just barely opens fully. I can avoid the remodel and 6 weeks without so much as a dishwasher, but I reserve the right to bitch about it when I want.
I wear the same three-to-four outfits over and over again. (I have a couple of favorite shirts that are older than my 16-yr marriage). I own one pair of tennis shoes, one pair of nice sandals, one pair of 20-yr-old, $250 Italian dress shoes (for suits), and several flip-flops, one of each color. I mostly wear the $2 flip-flops. Hot pink gets worn out fastest, followed by black (because it just goes with everything).
I’m most comfortable in a bikini top and hippie-short-shorts. I’m bummed that I can’t dress this way all the time (like at my kids’ school). My neighbors either love me or hate me when I’m on the lawn tractor for an hour every week. But I don’t care.
I line a Baby Bjorn potty with a #5 diaper (to keep from sloshing) for pee-pee on the go on road trips. I’ve used it in the past to avoid dirty Exxon stations with a baby, two toddlers and a pre-schooler in tow, or when stuck in nasty traffic jam. My friends with little ones love this trick.
In order to make room in my small fridge for food (we eat a lot of fresh), I’ve adapted to drinking room-temp beer stored in the pantry. I always keep 2-3 cold ones for guests, though, and for me after doing 2 hours of yard work (so nice to slam a cold one after all that).
My version of heaven is a fresh-chopped-garlic-basil-and-cold-pressed-virgin-olive-oil sauce with toast (preferably hard, stale bread). You’d think I was eating expensive chocolate as I gobble up this concoction. This habit once saved my life.