In the meantime, here is the lowdown:
The Very Inspiring Blogger Award rules are:
• Display the award on your blog
• Link back to the person who nominated you
• State 7 things about yourself
• Nominate 15 bloggers, link to them, and notify them about their nominations.
First, here are the
Val--She has a small but fierce following. Seinfeld's show was about nothing. Her blog posts are also about nothing... and the hilarity is real and it's spectacular.
Shay--All you have to do is check out her poetry, and you know why people follow her with their mouths all frothed up...
Pat--Her posts about her dog and her cat always make me smile... or make me go "awww."
Mama Zen--MZ does more with less. She writes powerful poetry in just a few words.
And here are the 7 things about me:
* I really love high heels, but my family forces me to wear Crocs. (Okay, I love the look of high heels... on other people... while I sit there smugly, wearing my comfortable Crocs. And my family doesn't force me to wear them. Instead, they beg me to ditch the Crocs. Not gonna happen...)
* I'm an expert donkey basketball player. Actually, I've only played it once, but it was a huge hoot. Everyone sits on a donkey (instead of acting like a donkey, which I sometimes do). It's done in a high school gym. The donkeys stand there, completely still, which makes you get all cocky, until the trainer walks by and smacks the donkey on the rear. Then, the donkey goes from standing still to 53 mph in 4 seconds... and while you're careening around the gym, you're also supposed to try and make baskets. (This was done as a fundraiser for the school district I used to teach in.)
* One of my all-time favorite books is Too Late the Phalarope by Alan Paton. If you want to read a heartbreaking novel about what apartheid did to one family, this is the book for you.
* I've been skydiving three times. All tandem jumps. Someday, I'll do a solo jump.
* I was a tomboy growing up. I wore overalls every day my junior and senior year of high school, played tackle football when I was a pre-teen, and never even wore lipstick until I was in my 40's. Seriously. (And you all thought I was a Glam Queen...)
* In reality, I look just like Halle Berry--at least once a week, someone stops me and wants to get their picture taken with me--but I frump myself up so everyone around me doesn't feel like they're in my shadow. Okay, in actuality, people see me and without me even telling them, they know I'm a teacher. Maybe it's the BUS (butt-ugly shoes)? Maybe it's the Samsonites under my eyes? Maybe it's the downtrodden spirit I (sometimes) stink of? Who knows...
* I belong to the best writing critique group there is. The WWWPs--there's five of us--and we laugh so much, it sometimes tests the absorbency of our pantyliners.
There you have it. If you don't have to gouge out your mind's eye after envisioning me riding a donkey with my Crocs on and my frumpy hairstyle all in a swirl... well, you've got a stronger constitution than most...
Congratulations. And your description of Val's blog is perfect.
ReplyDeleteHer posts aren't as good as the chocolate babka, but better than the cinnamon ones...
DeleteI can't believe you've been skydiving!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I haven't done one of these in ages.
Mama Zen--You're quite welcome.
DeleteLose the crocs!
ReplyDeleteThankfully, my mind's eye is clouded by a pair of glasses from the lost-and-found box at a going-out-of-business movie theater. Let your Croc flag fly, Halle! I volunteer my services to push you out of that plane for your solo jump.
ReplyDeleteI must say, I agree with Joe H. Let the record show that my following is the only thing small about me. Furthermore, I would like to add that my posts are less fragrant than Rusty-digested Beef-A-Reeno, less poisonous than cut-rate wedding invitation envelopes, and not as frowned-upon as having sex with the cleaning woman on your desk.
I appreciate the nomination, and I fully intend to break the rules. Allow me to use my man-hands to twist the top off of a muffin and present you with the stump.
Val--Watch out! I'm friends with Rebecca DeMornay...
DeleteI confess to never before hearing about such a wondrous sport as donkey basketball. I cannot imagine why this is not a fan-favorite sport. It may be the harsh "k" sounds. Maybe if we say it in Spanish, baloncesto burro, it would be more popular. And if we could get Antonio Banderas to do the voice-overs for the ads---there'd be no stopping us. This could work, Halle, it really could. Baloncesto Burro might become the new national pasttime! (Except that it kind of sounds like a lunch special at On the Border.) Hm. This may require a little more thought.
ReplyDeleteKeep the Crocs, and hold them close to your heart. Crocs are the fashion statement that says "Comfort before corns." Don't let anybody tell you different.
P.S. I'm tricking Blogger today. I've copied my message so that when Blogger eats it I don't have to type it over again, I can just paste it back into the message field. :)
Lisa--I'm sure Blogger pulled no pranks this time, since you out-thunk him...
DeleteIf you are interested, I could craft a Sioux-style set of Crocs for you--complete with duct-tape adornments. I wear size 11. What 'bout you?
You haven't got your big bucks yet? (And P.S. my photo session was a-MA-zing.) But I'm sure all that's coming your way.
ReplyDeleteDropping out of planes, donkey basketball...what's next? Being a multi-published, award-winning writer? :-)
Cathy--Skydiving is easier AND less scary,,,
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