A long, long time ago in a galaxy far far away…
Luv What You Do and Blueberry Smiles nominated me for the Inspiring Blogger Award. First I need to thank God and then Kayne West for not stealing my award. I want you to know I’m humbled and honored (two things I don’t do well) to be the recipient of such a prestigious award because I have dreamed of this moment ever since I was a small child, perhaps going back to the womb. Too much? Truth be told, I dream of a clean house and that feeling I get when I cross an item off my list (ahhh, sweet bliss).
But, this award is super cool and I really can’t thank these ladies enough for not only reading my ramblings day in and day out, but also thinking enough of my blog to share it with others. You gals rock, and I dig it, more than you will ever know. Seriously, Thank You.
The way the award works is I have to share seven things about myself, and then spread the love as I pass along some of the blogs I’ve been digging lately. Sharing personal information doesn’t bother me a bit (I have no idea why because it should), but telling you about some blogs I love, well that’s hard. I don’t want to leave anybody out, but I also need to keep my word count down since I am so bad at writing short posts. So in order to narrow the playing field, I’m sharing some of the bloggers who make me laugh, a lot. I love a snarky and playful sense of humor and these ladies have it, in spades.
- Peas and Crayons: any female who talks about her balls this much gets a thumbs up in my book.
- Kiss My Broccoli: her posts are filled with witty little comments which more than occasionally make me laugh out loud. *drops mic*
- Gastronomical Sovereignty: I only recently discovered Kristy but she might be the only person I know who swears more than me. Two thumbs up in my book.
- Friday Love Song: much to my dismay, this lovely lady disappeared from the blog world for a while. She was lost, but now she’s found. She’s back and better than ever before.
- PaleOMG: this woman is about as real as they come, and I don’t even eat Paleo. She makes me laugh, and her ADD is as bad as mine. My diagnosis, of course, because I’m qualified to do that.
I read a ton of blogs and there are so many others I adore: the exercise blogs, the food blogs, the figure competition women who are bad ass, and especially those CSA mama’s, but this list reflects the ones who keep me laughing all the live long day (once I finish working on the railroad).
Enough about them, onto my favorite topic, me (I kid). As a part of receiving this lovely award, I gotta give up the dirt, so here’s some new intel (seven things to be exact) all about me:
1) I was a gymnast for fourteen years. My parents enrolled me when I was a wee little tot of four years so I would learn how to fall, since I was always climbing and hanging from things. My mom figured if she couldn’t stop me, she’d at least teach me how to land. I was actually a pretty good gymnast too and even came in second on the floor exercise in New York state one year.
Inevitably the wear and tear of such a physically challenging sport (I spent twenty plus hours a week in the gym, along with being a kid and going to school) took its toil on me and really my body. I dislocated my left knee on three different occasions and sprained both ankles more times than I can count, and a bout of mono (the kissing disease) eventually brought me down. I called it quits and never looked back. Although, I do have a soft spot in my heart for gymnasts and watch it every chance I get, and if you ask nicely enough, I will perform my beam routine, with exciting little gestures where the flips used to be.
2) I talk in my sleep and not just a little bit. I’ll have entire conversations, at least according to the Hubby, who is forever trying to catch my sleep moments on film. His favorite was the time I sat up in bed, left an entire answering machine message for my friend, laid back down and promptly returned to a sound sleep. Most recently though, I rolled over and cried out, “Microwave. Moist potato. Devil, devil. Thighs.” I’m not sure where I was going with this one, but I had microwaved a sweet potato only days before and read a story about microwaved chicken, which completely grossed me out. Who knew I was this traumatized by nuked chicken.
3) There’s no real nice way to say this, so I’m just gonna say it. I am a complete and utter Shoe Whore. Seriously, I love shoes and own more pairs than I will share, but it’s safe to say I have at least ten to twenty tucked under my desk at work. That’s work, home is another story altogether. I name my shoes, and I think toe cleavage is hot. Crocs are a horror show and should be banned for all eternity or at the very least, relegated to the garden.
4) Despite my penchant for wearing ultra high heels, or maybe because of it, I’m clumsy. It has nothing to do with coordination either because I could never have been a decent gymnast if I wasn’t coordinated, rather I don’t pay attention. At all. I trip all the time, I fall up stairs weekly, I burn myself on the oven, and corners and walls are my enemy. If there is something in range of my thighs or shins, I will inevitable walk right into it and be left with an ugly welt, bruise, or both.
5) I’m not a fan of being interrupted. I know, nobody is, but if I’m trying to work, it really messes with my mojo. For this reason, I prefer to work alone. It’s better for all parties involved.
6) I’m considered Hypermobile, which basically means I can contort my body in ways beyond the norm. I can touch my thumb to my inner wrist, lift my leg up to my head, and “pop” my hip bones in and out-of-place at will. When I stand, my knees are always overextended and when I point my toes in a seated position, they touch the floor, literally. I was only recently diagnosed (officially now; this isn’t just me) a couple of years ago, but this certainly explains why I was a good gymnast. It’s also why anything that involves running or jumping isn’t ideal for me because apparently, I’m more likely to dislocate something. Oh well, I guess if my current career doesn’t pan out, I could always join the circus.
7) I’m a thrill seeker, so long as it’s planned because I don’t do spontaneous well. When it’s structured, I love scary movies (especially when I’m home alone), roller coasters and would happily jump out of a plane with nothing but a parachute and an instructor (it’s on my bucket list), although I’m deathly afraid of bugs. I’m also highly irrational, but you knew that already.
There you have: seven new tidbits about little ol’ me, and I am little (only 5’2) and we’ll call that one a freebie.
Tell me something new about you. Any strange medical diagnosis? Were you an athlete in your youth? What’s you take on shoes? Do you know who Imelda Marcos is? If so, we can be BFF’s.