I just received my first little bloggy award from Amber at Raising Rascals. She’s a self-described stalker of my blog, and I’m so glad she finally decided to ‘fess up and show up in my comments.
When I was little, I used to lock myself in my room, stand in front of the oval mirror and grab my hairbrush and practice my acceptance speech. I thanked my parents, my Raggedy Anne, the dogs and cats and anyone else that I felt deserved a shout out but never my brothers because they teased me mercilessly and once woke me up by dangling a dead rat over my head.
They would be back in the acceptance speech today because they made up for the rat by giving me a radar detector for graduation.
They’re practical that way.
And nothing says “You’re forgiven” faster than the ability to go 15-20 over the limit without fear of retribution.
Today I’d like to thank the Wii-Fit to please stop groaning when I step on it. I swear that thing says “Ouch”, and it’s not encouraging or in the least bit motivating.
I’d like to thank Doritos for making the Spicy Sweet Chili flavored chips. And for maintaining job security for the Wii-Fit.
I’d like to thank my children for pointing out the hair that grows on my chinny chin chin.
I’d like to thank an old ex-high school friend for posting the following photo of me on his Facebook page and thus letting the whole entire world know that I forgot I had to get senior pics taken right after basketball practice.
No amount of Cover Girl and talcum powder through the hair was going to erase the mullet sweat and terry cloth headband hair …and the guy next to me is not the ex-friend but another friend that just happened to get scanned in as well, so these are his 15 minutes of fame and you all will now know that he had perfect hair and had obviously attended military school since birth.
And as I hear the music playing, queuing me to get off-stage, I’d like to thank you all for not laughing.
In the spirit of shout-outs, I’m passing my award on to bloggy sisters New Every A.M. for inspiring me with her craftiness, Tracey for teaching my kids to pee in a potty, Amy for teaching me how to knit something other than a scarf, and Whimzie at Snoodlings.
Because she’s all that and a bag of Doritos.