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.