Saturday, October 9, 2010

I have been honored.

*is humble*

I have received my very first ever Blog Award from Candice, who writes Thoughts By Candice (at and I'm very honored, and surprised. Now, there's a rule about the Blog Award that says I have to list ten things I like, and then name ten other blogs to pass the award on to.

Well, there isn't really a problem with part one. I like lots of things, and I'm sure I can find my top ten favorite things/persons and put them in a list to share with cyberspace. However, there is a problem with complying with part two. I only follow five blogs, how am I supposed to award TEN? I know I've been on Blogger for a couple of months now, or maybe more, but the whole process for finding a blog worth following is delicate and slow and must be done properly. So I thought that first I would have to go out and find five more blogs to follow.

But like I said, it's a delicate process, and I just can't rush it and then accidentally award and follow a blog that I regret later. I'm all about not wanting to regret my choices, and so I try to make good ones.

So, since I only have five blogs and ten awards, and I believe all of them to be very excellent blogs, which is why I read them in the first place, I will give each of them two awards.

So...on with my list.

Ten things I like/love:

Padawan and my family. Yes, this includes Padawan. We're not married or engaged or anything, but my family has already adopted him into their ranks. And while I believe my family is mostly insane, I still love them.

My job. How many people can honestly say that? Me. I love my job. How many people can say they can come to work and play on the internet and blog and read and do whatever they want all day? AND wear whatever they want? Very few. Not even my own co-workers can boast such a freedom. I have a one of a kind job, and I love the freedom and the fun.

Reading. I read an awful lot, and I've been that way since my dad first helped me crack the code of letters and words when I was just three. There was just something about the way letters could combine to make different sounds and words that thrilled me, and each story is like an adventure. I'll read almost anything you put in front of me. (Even the encyclopedias, which took me a few months in fifth grade, but I finally succeeded.) Reading is definitely one of the best things I ever learned how to do, and I pity anyone who can't find pleasure in the pages of a book.

Dr. Pepper and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I know I've given up Dr. Pepper, and I haven't had a drop since I gave it up at the end of August. But I still love it. And now, Dr. Pepper and Reeses are not tied, and they aren't two things I've listed together. I put them together because I love them together. Seriously, they're awesome on their own, but they're mind blowing when you have them together. You just can't be anything but completely happy when you have Dr. Pepper and Reeses at your disposal. It's just not possible. If you haven't tried it, you should. (Bottled is always better than canned, FYI.)

The Beatles (and pretty much just music in general). Definitely my favorite band ever, and they take up almost fifty percent of the space on my iPod Nano, the Beatles have been part of my life since before I can remember, just like music. In fact, I've always loved music, from singing along with the radio (which I thought everybody did up until I got to high school and realized none of my friends sang) to listening to Daddy sing me to sleep at night. It's always been so much a part of my life that I even work in music, and I love sharing my knowledge with customers and friends. Music is universal, and if you don't love or even just LIKE music there's something very wrong with you.

Choo Choo. I love my dog. She's the sweetest, silliest, most adorable dog in the whole world, and while some people say that she's a rat or ugly, they're just jealous because I won't give them the same attention as I give to her. I can't have children, you know, and even if I could I wouldn't want them, but I've always loved animals when I couldn't love children. Choo Choo is my companion, I love taking her with me to stores and to parks and to see my family. It would break my heart if I ever had to give her to a new home or if she died. I knew from the moment we met that she was meant to be my dog.

Mouse. No, he's not an animal. He's my best friend, and he's been in my life since we first met when we were thirteen years old. Yeah, we dated in high school (if you can call it dating: we held hands and I wouldn't let him kiss me) and we discovered we were just like brother and sister, and that's what we've been ever since. He went off and joined the Marines after he graduated, and while I ripped him a new one for it, I was proud enough of him to drag myself all the way over to San Diego for five days to watch him graduate from Basic. He's engaged to his high school sweetheart (the one I told him to ask out after me) and he's all set to have a better life than he's known before, and I couldn't be happier for him. (There IS a story behind why EVERYBODY, even his own family, calls him Mouse.)

My eyes. I know that sounds a little narcissistic, but everybody should love themselves, and I do. In a healthy way. But I really do love my eyes. They're big and green/blue/gray depending on my mood and what I'm wearing (I say green regardless, but nobody ever agrees on the color), and my friends and family have always called them my cat eyes.

Chai Tea Lattes. They make my mornings worth getting up for, and I love them. On Mondays I'll go out and buy one from Starbucks, and the rest of the week I make them myself with milk and the Chai concentrate I buy for the exact purpose of making my own. If you've never had a Chai Tea Latte (which is just Chai Tea with milk) then you should go out and have one. It's yummy for your tummy.

My flute. Yeah, that kind of goes with music, but not really. My flute is like a part of me. You see, the flute I have is the first flute I ever had. My grandparents bought it for me when I joined band in eighth grade (two years late). My band teacher told me I was a natural, and after two months of using a crummy school flute, my grandparents realized it was something worth spending the money on buying since I loved it so much. My Junior year they bought me an Amadeus intermediate model with a solid silver head, and I loved them both. But I sold the Amadeus when I went to college because I needed money for books, but I couldn't bring myself to sell my student model flute that was merely silver plated. She's been with me since the beginning, and I still play her on my days off when I'm alone. She's a fond reminder of being great at something without having to try.

So that is my list of likes/loves.

And now for the Blog Award.
Candice from

Carmi from

Doug from

Charles from


But I would like to point out it's entirely pointless for me to even give them Blog Awards since none of them (except Candice, who gave me my award) read my blog. So I guess they won't even know. (There's not some rule that I have to tell them about it, right? Well if there is, I'm not doing it.) However, I feel that I had to at least try to honor the spirit of the coveted Blog Award, so I did my best.

Also, I was totally going to share a funny story about a centipede getting a little too close and personal with me, but I will have to do that next time. Choo Choo's surgery is Monday so I probably won't be writing it out until Tuesday. Unless I feel like doing it tomorrow. But Padawan has managed to go through four towels in two days (I know. I don't know HOW he does it, but it does me no good to say anything about it because he just does it again. This is something like "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"), and he's out because I won't let him use my towels, and since I have to wash the towels anyway I'll probably just decide to wash all of the sheets and blankets and catch up on some of the laundry I didn't get around to finishing on Wednesday.

So I'll probably just do it Tuesday. Which is a shame, I think, because it's a really, really funny story and I just giggle endlessly every time I think about it.


  1. Thank you for the double award! I feel loved. :)

    The Beatles are SOOO the best thing EVER! I'm glad you're a fellow fan. Random question: Do you have just one favorite Beatles song? I maintain that such a thing is impossible. There can be no single favorite Beatles song in any universe.

    Anyhoo, have a great day! :)

  2. You are very welcome. But thank you first, because you gave it to me.

    Well...I have four Beatles songs which I have at one time or another claimed to be my favorite: Something, Lucy in the Sky, Here Comes the Sun, and Twist and Shout. I can't go a day without listening to each of these songs at least once. According to my iPod, however, Twist and Shout is my most played song.

    But I'd never flat out say it was my favorite. I will tell you, however, that of all the Beatles' many, MANY songs, I despise, detest, and absolutely abhor Yellow Submarine. If that song was a person, and he and I were alone in a dark room, I would torture him mercilessly the same way he has tortured me over the years and then burn him to ashes. Yes. Yes I would, and I would enjoy doing it, too. Because that song should never have been brought into existence, and it's the ONLY song the Beatles have that I don't like. The ONLY ONE. And I hate it. With a passion.

    And I know I can't be the only person who feels this way. One day, I will find someone who hates it as much as I do. I will.

  3. Well, I can't say that I fully agree with your assessment of Yellow Submarine. It's not my favorite, but I don't hate it. However, if I ever do find someone that hates the song as much as you do, I will definitely let you know. :)

    My list of top favorites would have to include: "Let it Be", "Penny Lane", "Blackbird", "Elanor Rigby", and "Ooo Bla Dee." There are many others of course, yours are all very worth listening to, but these are probably my top 5.

  4. That is the meanest thing I have ever seen anyone write about Yellow Submarine. I am almost afraid to tell you that I like it.

    (I like Yellow Submarine)

    I do read your blog (I'm just not big on the "following" thing - I think I'm not doing it right) and I thank you for the awards. I will take them. Both of them. Because I am greedy that way. They are my very first not-self-awarded awards, which makes each of them doubly awesome.

  5. *sigh* I think both of you have been brainwashed by the Yellow Submarine Following. You don't even know you've been duped by what appears to be a catchy, funny little ditty. But it's just EVIL.

    Candice: My high school marching band did a Beatles themed half time show my senior year. It ROCKED, especially Eleanor Rigby, which was my favorite song of the show. We also did Blackbird, but it doesn't sound nearly as phenomenal when a concert band of teenagers is playing it as opposed to a rock band. But the show still rocked. Well...almost all of it rocked. The Yellow Submarine sucked. In fact, I never played it. I marched the formations but I never played the notes. It was the only way I could protest and demonstrate my disgust for the song choice. And your top five all make my top twenty. And does Let It Be make you cry every time you listen to it? I tear up EVERY time.

    Doug: That can't possibly be the meanest thing anyone has written about Yellow Submarine. And if it is, well then, I feel proud. And does it come close to the meanest thing you've ever heard someone say about Yellow Submarine? Because I can imagine that somewhere out there is someone with verbal skill enough to absolutely shred Yellow Submarine that leaves my hate-filled blurb far behind in levels of burn.'re welcome for the awards, but I hate to tell you it's not greedy to accept a gift of two awards. It's only greedy if you DEMAND two.

  6. "Let it Be" always makes me emotional. Even if I'm not teary-eyed, I defninitely get chills every single time. It's such an amazing song.

    Kudos for standing by your anti-Yellow Submarine beliefs and for finding a way to express that.

    PS: I totally found someone else that hates Yellow Submarine! I didn't have to look far, apparently my own husband is a Yellow Submarine hater! Go figure. :)

  7. Good for your husband! I KNEW I couldn't be the only one in the world. I just KNEW it. Your husband get's a high five from me!

  8. *gets

    I have no idea how that apostrophe got in there.


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