For maybe 15 minutes and then someone declares Dad is the "meanest EVER" or someone's poop has clogged the toilet AGAIN.
I live with heathens.
But last week Nichole from Cuppa Geek emailed me to let me know she nominated me for a Premio Dardos award and I almost dropped the baby. (Just kidding, I didn't. She was strapped to me, but I did bounce and I'm pretty sure Penelope thought I was dropping her.)
The Premio Dardos Award exists to acknowledge the values that every blogger shows in their effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values every day. These stamps were created with the intention of promoting fraternization between bloggers, a way of showing affection and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web. Readers also learn what blogs their favorite blogger follows.
So... that's kind of cool, right? I do have rules, though.
1. Nominate other blogs.
The Flynnigans: I love her. I love her a lot. She's funny, she's got the cutest freaking dogs (one who is more athletic than I am, which isn't saying much, but he LOVES his water treadmill), and I enjoy her posts.
FinnyKnits: I love her as well. She is the only reason I try to eat vegetables and/or fruits. I just want Finny to be proud of me.
Northwest Native: I feel like her and I would be good real life friends. Also, her blog is just so pretty and I love it. I have really enjoyed all of her posts as of late.
Nerky: I'm going to be her when I grow up.
2. Thank & Link
Another blog I am enjoying because Nichole is my spirit animal, is Cuppageek. We "met" through a Facebook Mailbox Swap group and she gets my humor and doesn't think I'm a total nut job. Plus, we've emailed a few times and she is just so great. If I can't be Finny when I grow up, I can be Nichole. Maybe. Probably not, but let's go with it anyways. So THANK YOU, Nichole for nominating me. It brought a little bit of happy to my day which pretty much revolves around big kid poop and baby diapers. Sometimes blood. There was blood today, and not even my own kid. #babysitteroftheyear
3. 3 facts about me
Oooh, it's hard to come up with three that I haven't ever posted on here. But considering I have thousands of posts you mostly haven't read, here we go:
- I am *the* pickiest eater. Is it orange? Is it squishy? Is it healthy? Did it come from a real garden, with dirt? Is it from the ocean? Did it come from a farm and maybe had a name? I probably won't eat it. I know, you're like- how have you not starved to death? I don't know, friends. I'm probably grossly malnourished but you'd never know it with all the junk in my damn truck. I don't like vegetables (except iceberg lettuce and cucumbers), I don't like fruit (except red seedless grapes and red apples, preferably ones soaked in chemical juice and purchased in bags.) I don't eat anything out of the ocean (unless I absolutely HAVE to, then I'll eat that fish you get at a fish fry and it's deep fried). I don't eat anything "fresh off the farm". Sorry, but I prefer my chicken and beef mass slaughtered and injected with chemicals. I JUST DO.
- I feel like I have reverse-body dysmorphia. I feel like some days, I look like a skinny chick and then I get out in the world and think, NOPE. Or I get ready in the morning and think I am on point. Then I see a picture of myself and I'm like, who let me out like this? WHO? Who is my responsible adult? Why is nobody in charge of me?!
- I want to be Karl Pilkington's best friend.
Swear to god, if I ever traveled abroad I would need a camera crew because it would be just like An Idiot Abroad. If you have never seen that, you absolutely need to make it a priority in your life. It's on Netflix, you are welcome.