I love getting awards. I mean, I love getting awards if I think I deserve them. And, to me, the awards I’ve received from other bloggers are like awards recognizing my inherent awesomeness. Ergo, they are totally deserved and not simply participation certificates that are handed out at the end of the season, even to the kid on the soccer team who only touched the ball one time… and he used his hands!
For the Starlight Blogger Award, I’d like to thank Mindy over at yellow.fever. for nominating me this time around. Go check out her blog. She says y’all a lot and is therefore a woman after my own heart. Most of the time, a key component I look for in blogs that I want to read center on whether or not they can make me laugh. Mindy has a way of making that happen. And she nominated me along with a lot really excellent bloggers. I’m honored to be counted in their company.NOMINATION RULES:
Nominate your six favorite bloggers!
In your nominees, I would like for you to think of the light emanating from the stars – the ones that truly touch your soul with their work – the ones that are the light for you, a true STARLIGHT blogger.
RULES FOR THE STARLIGHT BLOGGER AWARD:
Thank the giver and link their blog to your post.
Answer the 3 questions given to you.
Please pass the award on to 6 or more other bloggers of your choice and let them know that they have been nominated by you, and give them 3 questions to answer.
Include the logo of the award in a post or on your blog please never alter the logo and never change the rules.
THE 3 QUESTIONS:
1. You’re on a crowded train, and you’re no longer sure whether that’s the metal armrest from the chair behind you jutting into your upper thigh or someone’s hand… but you’re sweaty, famished, and you no longer care. You’re five stops from home when the train comes to a screeching halt and the power goes out. The operator says it could be a while… luckily for you, you’ve got a bag of stale pretzels, an apple, and a mealy peanut butter protein bar with you, along with half a bottle of water. 1) Do you think you should have reconsidered your food choices? 2) In what order to you consume your food and do you share? First of all, I’m sure I would wish I had reconsidered my food choices. I hate peanut butter. Even the smell of it kind of makes me sick. I must have been suffering from the mad cow disease when I decided the peanut butter protein bar would be a good idea. Luckily, the second question deals with whether or not I’d share. So why not hand that protein bar to the person behind me who may or may not be the metal armrest. I’ll eat the apple myself. The pretzels can go to the kid who’s been staring at me uncomfortably ever since I got on the train. I hope they make him crazy thirsty. No, he cannot have any of my water.
2. You’re taking a bubble bath because you freakin’ deserve it, okay? You’re sitting there with complete disregard for the fact that baths are actually kind of gross because you’re sitting in your own filth, and you smell something starting to burn. What the heck, right, because you’re pretty sure you turned the oven off. Now that you think about it, you did turn the oven off. Go you. What scented bubble bath did you use and why? Ugh… bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons. No, thank you. But if I’m forced to take a hypothetical bath for the purposes of this hypothetical question, I’ll play your game. The bubble bath I used is obviously a campfire scented bubble bath. How else would one explain the smell of something burning when I clearly turned off the oven.
3. You’re standing in line at Subway. The line is kind of long, giving you time to really think about what kind of sandwich you want. You’ve decided on a foot-long honey oat with turkey and American cheese but you feel like spicin’ it up. You get some avocado simply because you can. After getting a Coke and chips to go with your order, you sit down in the far corner, as the lunch rush really comes into swing. Upon taking your first sip of your drink you realize they gave you Pepsi. What do you do? And how long do you think the smell of Subway will stay in your clothes? It’s as if you know me. I can tell you, first hand, that the smell of Subway will stay in my clothes forever. I had a roommate in college that worked at Subway. He would come back to the dorm after working and we would beg him to change clothes and shower. But he would sit at his computer and play The Sims for a couple hours first. Not that showering and changing clothes would have mattered. His Subway uniform would have just sat in the pile of dirty clothes in his closet, infecting all the other clothes. The Subway smell is a lot like the “monster B.O.” discovered by Jerry Seinfeld. You know, in that episode where the parking attendant had really bad, transferable B.O. and it rubbed off on Jerry’s car and, in turn, anyone who rode in the car? Oh, and as for the Pepsi, there’s no excuse for that kind of ignorance. I would take the cup, still full, and throw it with all my might behind the counter so that it smashed against the back wall, spraying everything with Coca-Cola’s poor imitation. If they knew they only had Pepsi and not Coke, they should have told me about it before assuming I would be okay with Pepsi.
NOMINEES: (And to those I’ve nominated, feel free to play along or not. You are under no obligation to participate.)
1. If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would the story be?
2. What is your greatest fear?
3. You build a house with four sides. All four sides are facing south. A bear walks by your bedroom window. What color is the bear?