Monday, February 6, 2012

Sweet, Sweet Love

There are not enough ways to say thank you in pixels and fonts on a screen. In person I do things like send cards, bake cakes or muffins, knit or crochet small items and give big teary hugs to say thank you. There are not enough ways to say it, but I will say it again: Thank you. All of you. I cannot even begin to explain the metamorphosis that is taking place with me, nurtured in large part by this whole merry band of folks who read my ramblings and listen. Really listen, and reflect and discuss and share. It is the hem of a brocade dream that I've grasped with my little sweaty typing hands that is still unfolding before me. Thank you.

I can probably count on one hand the number of times I can remember being called "sweet" in my life. It's not an adjective often springs to mind in relation to me. It is one that instantly makes me think of Word Nerd, though. She's one of the most generous bloggers I've seen. She spends so much of her precious blogging time encouraging others that I am in awe of how she does it and still manages to write her wonderful blog. She has been kind enough to include me in her list of "Irresistibly Sweet Bloggers". I am touched, and I am grateful.

In order to accept this award, I must first divulge seven bits of information about myself. Then I will pass it on to some other deserving bloggers that I like. I honestly thought I would never be awarded one of these lovely awards again after this post, wherein I told 7 outright lies about myself. I promise I won't do that this time. So, um, 7 things:

1. I was never allowed to act like a spoiled child when I was a child, I had to wait until I was an adult to indulge in that. I still just save it for special occasions.
2. If I had not just eaten a very large cheeseburger with blue cheese, I would probably bury my face in the cake pictured above.
3. I once worked in restaurant where hollering "Yee-haw!" at specified times was required of the service staff. I vacillated between running and hiding somewhere when it was time to shout and bellowing it at the top of my (considerably resonant) lungs no matter where I was. That startles people in the restroom.
4. I don't like spanikopita.
5. One time I drove into the hole in the floor at JiffyLube. I have no idea how the car got out of the hole because the attendant stuck her face in my window and said "Just. Get. Out." through clenched teeth, so I went into the waiting room and drank bad coffee and tried to look like nothing happened until they were done.
6. I once threw my sister's shoes out of the window of a moving car because they smelled so bad. I still feel bad about littering like that. It was the early 90s, though, so I don't think people cared that much back then.
7. I am uselessly ambidextrous. I am predominately right handed, but I can write backwards with my left hand. If I ever find myself in a situation where I will have to send mirror messages, I will be all set.

Now for the good part. First off, check  here and here and here for some other bloggers that I love. If you don't see your name on the list, it's not that I don't love you, it's that I ran out of room and also we all kind of read each other or have received these types of awards before and I wanted to inject some fresh blood into the mix. But of course, I adore you all. So if you're reading this, give yourself a Hallmarkchocolatecakecrochetedmittensgianttearyhug from me. Also, check these folks out:


Vesuvius At Home
Faith In Ambiguity
The (not always) Lazy W
My Worlds My Words My Worries
Alphabet Salad
Mark's Work
In Search of a Title
When Cows Cry
The Mommy Rant
Corner Blog
Closed Captioned For The Thinking Impaired
Much Needed Advice

It's a cornucopia of styles, methods, messages there. Enjoy and share the sweet, sweet love.


28 comments:

  1. You are dazzlingly sweet.

    The first time I saw the hole in the floor at a quick lube place, I pictured lots of people driving right into it. I'll bet that lady probably tells people to just get out several times a month, at least.

    Oh, and did you say something about a cheeseburger?

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    1. That was probably the best one!! I am laughing so hard right now.

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    2. Oh yes, cheeseburger.
      As for the hole in the floor - never done it again, but then I rarely get the oil changed any more. It was very, very funny after the fact.

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  2. Oh my gosh, I am so flattered! Thank you, "Tangled Lou".

    I want to be honest. I am a visual gal, and the blogs I gravitate to the most are graphic and design oriented. But you are a fabulous and engaging writer, creative and sweet (yes), and your range of topics is large, and I find myself coming back to read (whenever I make time to read!). You are doing a fantastic job here.

    xoxoxoxo,
    Tiffanie

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    1. It is your gorgeous photos and paintings and graphics (and burlesque!) that keeps me coming back to yours!
      Thank you for reading. xo

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  3. I definitely think of "sweet" and TangledLou together- you always take the time to comment on posts, even the most ridiculous ones. I'm so glad WordNerd gave you this award! And thank you for the suggestions of new sites to check out...a breath of fresh air!

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    1. Oh, you are so nice. Thank you. I have yet to have read a "ridiculous" post on your blog.

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  4. Heavens to Murgatroyd. To be so honored, I am appreciatively yours. I would like to select one of the eight offerings in my new thesaurus, for "sweet." Number six lists, likable, appealing, engaging, amiable, pleasant, agreeable, genial, friendly, nice (!), kind, thoughtful, considerate, charming, enchanting, captivating, delightful and lovely. I'll take 'em, one and all. Thank you for the award, and for the list of sites to peruse.

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    1. Heavens to Murgatroyd is one of my favorite exclamations and needs to be used MUCH more often.
      Those are some delightful and lovely synonyms. Revel in them.

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  5. I spent about a year writing mirror letters to the man of the moment back when I was about 18 - I don't know why we did that - he started it, I remember - but it was fascinating fun and made the letters more mysterious. Funny, I haven't thought of that in a long time. Though we went to school together and saw each other all the time, we also wrote good old fashioned letters (albeit backwards letters). How sweet!

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    1. That is the best story! What a creative and mysterious thing to do. I owe you an apology, because I just now looked at my list and realized I left your beautiful blog off! It was there before and now it's not. Lost in a flurry of cutting, pasting and linking, no doubt. I feel just awful and I'm so sorry!

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  6. 1. Whenever I tried to start that nonsense, all Dad had to say was "one ..." I suspect he'd followed through at least once in my early childhood, which is why I never let him get to "2" again.

    2. Did it have bacon? Blue cheese Bacon burgers are the shiznay. Though I'm more of a turkey burger girl lately.

    3. I worked at a steakhouse for "fun money" for several months. The kind where they play loud country music, have peanut shells on the floor, and cut off ties if you dared wear one inside. (Jane? Vesuvius? Remember that place?)

    4. We can't eat together. Harumph.

    5. Ha! Just ha. :] I bet you weren't the first, or the last, so there's something.

    6. Mazatlan, Mexico, September 2006: My husband's shoes smelled so bad we wrapped them in two plastic bags (double wrap, not separately) and threw them away. He'd tossed the socks he'd been wearing with said shoes into the closet my clothes were hung in. We nearly had to fumigate the place. Inka Trail, Peru, August 2008: we had to sleep with all our stuff inside our tent, including Hubs' *rank* hiking shoes because there were opportunistic thieves at the campsites. My eyes watered and it took me nearly 45 minutes to adjust enough to the smell to fall asleep.

    7. My left hand is almost entirely useless, except for playing Words With Friends on my smartphone. Ninja skillz, y'all.

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    1. You are nuts. And now, my burger didn't have bacon.

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  7. Oh, my, thank you so much! I am truly honoured (hey, I'm Canadian - I can't NOT spell it that way!) to be included in this list, and look forward to checking out the other blogs. Thank you for totally making my day! :)

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    1. You're welcome! And spell honoured any way you want! I went to high school in Hong Kong, so my spelling is this horrid hybrid of English and American.

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  8. Well, "YEE-HAW"!!!!
    Ahahahaha

    That would make a fabulous scene in a Jim Jarmusch film, btw.

    You sweet tasty thang!
    Thank you ever so muchly.
    I shall check out your pals and also post 7 things about myself on mine.
    It's been eons since I posted a "reveal" blog. <3

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    1. YEEEEEE-HAAAAWWWWW! A great deal of my life resembles a Jim Jarmusch film. It's disturbing, that.

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  9. We may need to enter this word in the Urban Dictionary: Hallmarkchocolatecakecrochetedmittensgianttearyhug

    A most excellent neologism...
    You aren't German by ancestry, are you?
    Those guys know how to string words together! :)

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    1. I have a touch of the German in me. I love that language. Don't have a word? Make one.

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  10. Um, I have one thing to say: My stomach did a flip=flop when reading about the "driving into the hole" thingy. That is all.

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    1. Sorry to cause flip-flopping. The car and everyone were fine.

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  11. I love your Jiffy Lube story even though I am so sorry that happened to you. I love your blog. Thanks for mentioning mine. You deserve all that sweetness and more :)

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    1. You are sweet. I love your blog, too. So much. The Jiffy Lube thing was just strange. I do these things sometimes.

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  12. The last thing my husband said to me this morning was, 'Don't forget to get your oil changed.' Now I'm terrified. =0)

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    1. That's now designated as "Man's work" in our house along with ironing dress shirts. It's kind of one of the perks of screwing something up horribly! You should try it.

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  13. Ambidexterity always has a purpose. If only to allow you to apply the word "ambidexterous" to yourself. I love that word and wasted countless hours as a kid trying to teach myself to be ambidexterous just so I could use it in conversation. As an adult, just about the only thing I can do equally well with my left hand (and it developed completely by accident) is text, so now I consider myself ambitexterous.

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    1. That totally counts. I really think we might be twins or something. I did the EXACT SAME THING as a kid. And then discovered the mirror writing thing quite by accident when I'd nearly given up.

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