Readership Award

Yes, it’s from the same wonderful girl as the ABC award. NotQuiteAlice has passed to me another award for which I am so very thankful for. She really knows how to make a person feel good. So thank you, NotQuiteAlice, you’re a doll!

The Rules:

1. Display the logo on your page. 
2. Finish the sentence: “A great reader is…”
3. Nominate 14 readers they appreciate.
4. Inform the readers with either comments or pingbacks.

Readership Award

Readership Award

A great reader is one who at least makes the attempt to read & comprehend your posts and can let you know by commenting or liking the post. I think likes are just as acceptable because I sometimes have no clue what I can say to the blogger about the topic and I still want them to know I read it and support what they are saying. So when I like your posts, know I read every word because I am not the greatest commenter. I’m like sub-par really. Really sub-par. Shut up.

My picks:

1. The Hook

2. Cranky Giraffe

3. Jet

4. WhiskeyintheAM

5. FrontRangeScribbles

6. Good2begone

7. John Zande

OK that’s not 14, but y’all can deal. Love you bunches.

ABC Award

I really have no clue what this award is about, but if fluff need be added to my blog, then why the fuck not?

ABC award thingy from Stuph/TwinDaddy.

 

“The ABC Award is a bit different from other awards in that the only rule is that you come up with something relevant to you for each letter of the alphabet.”

Well now I have a clue since I went to the Twin Daddy post and I gained a spiffy little graphic, too. Cuz that’s really what this shit’s all about. Collecting graphics and touting out that you’re teh’shitz.

abc-award

So thank you, Not Quite Alice. You’re sweet and always know when I need more fluff (and to talk about myself). xx

A: Amazeballz. I never use it, but I like the word.
B: Branded. I consider my tattoos to be a bit of a branding from the times I chose to get them.
C: Conniption fit. Love it.
D: Damned. The only reason I am here is because I was damned to be. Bipolar was just thrown in for fun.
E: Engine. I don’t know how they work and I often type engine when I mean injun. Why would I use such terrible slang? Because I think it’s cute. Don’t harp on me, assholes.
F: Fuck. ’nuff said.
G: Graffiti. It can be pretty.
H: Harp. Instrument and slang terminology.
I: Improbable Cause. No reason.
J: Joked. “I joked you!” kids are so darn cute.
K: Killing me softly. Good song.
L: Lying liars piss me off.
M: Music makes me happy. Or whatever emotion I am going for.
N: No. Nope. No way. No how. The answer is NO.
O: The book of ‘O’. Long story. Walden Bookstore Circa 2001.
P: Pedestrian. Sounds so raunchy to me.
Q: Quirky. Runaway Bride, “I’m weird”, “No, you’re quirky.”
R: Redundant.
S: Shank. “I’ll shank a bitch!” was my catchphrase in college. I’m quirky.
T: Tongue-tied.
U: Udon noodles.
V: Victory is mine.
W: http://www.combatbabe.com
X: Xylophones suck.
Y: You suck, too.
Z: Zero, sucka!

Nominees (don’t feel obligated):

Austin of MovieWriterNYU

Rarasaur

Merbear of KnockedOverByAFeather

This is hard so I nominate all who want to be nominated. Those on my short list, do not feel so inclined if awards make you itchy or anything. Love you all. Thanks again!

 

 

Diffident

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By context she obviously means definitely. I just love when people mess up words and make a word that’s a little odd and a little fun to say. Stop. Stop… STOP! I know I said people need to spell things correctly and that it irks me when they don’t, but please don’t fail to realize at one point I told you I was a big contradiction. OK the air is clear. Where was I…

Yes. So when I read this I see a mash-up of different & evidently. Now I am not quite sure how we can use those two words mashed-up in a sentence. That will be trial and error.

Alice and I had lunch today and it was awesome. We went to my little sushi place and it was empty. It felt like we owned the place. And although it’s my place, I don’t go there as often as I used to and every time without fail the lady remembers me. I say the lady because it’s be a couple of years since I knew her name.

So we lunched there today and talked about everything. It was awesome and I was proud at myself for not being as negative on her choices as I usually can be. I did say how I felt, just with less venom for Dipshidiot.

I went a little far on here about how I felt for Alice. OK I went extreme. I feel she didn’t deserve the majority of what I said. I feel that my hatred for Dipshidiot leaked onto Alice so the real shitty shit that shouldn’t have been expressed on a public platform. I forget everything I said, but honestly as much as she makes some crazy choices, I have made my fair share and have plenty more to make.

I really do love her and that’s probably why when I get disappointed because she’s not living up to the potential I see in her I am really harsh. Sometimes looking back I wonder if in a previous life I weren’t a drill sergeant or something.

I laugh more with Alice than I have with any other friend. No lie. She is seriously funny and quick-witted. She is tougher than I have seen in most of my friends, even in her vulnerability you can see her strength.

I do have the inclination to go redact and erase, but those words are a part of me. They were what I felt at the time and I need to stop erasing parts of me that I don’t like or I feel ashamed of. I have never been able to keep a journal and that is why. The girl in the journal doesn’t match the girl I show to everyone else. I am done living like that.

With Miss Flighty, I do still feel that way about her. I cut her off when she texted me to confront me on a post I made on FB shortly after we had The High Life conversation. I made a simple sentence about how people need to think before they speak. What she said was senseless and flippant. She told me that real friends “check each other” . I am so far out of the loop, my mom knew what she meant and had to tell me what it meant.

I don’t “check” (confront) people who say stupid shit because then it becomes a bigger situation than need be. They end up trying to explain what they meant which is usually them just twisting shit around to make you think it was your fault for how you heard the information. That’s bullshit. So I expressed a one line frustration on FB and let it go.

She keeps at me texting me all this shit about being a punk and being childish and I’ll be honest, I was playing dumb because I didn’t want to hear her shit. She said something that tipped me off and made a light bulb flicker in my head. What she said I remember being real insulting, but I forget what it actually was so I texted back about now I knew how she really felt and that she need not call me because this was no longer a working number for her. She blew.

Cursing and saying all this ugly shit so I deleted the thread. I deleted and blocked her on FB. I deleted every photo of her and her daughter. And then I deleted her number. Poof! Just like that.

I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t curse once. Not even a damn. You know I am done when I don’t use my pretty colorful language on you.

Diffident (dif•fi•dent);

1. Modest or shy because of a lack of self-confidence.

Evidently it’s already a word. That’s some bullshit. No wonder I liked it though. I did the same thing in high school. Sitting under the bleachers with a couple of friends using rocks to write on the sidewalk (don’t act like you haven’t ever done that) and I was trying to write Deftones but I stopped at ‘deft’ because my hand got tired (I was lazy  — this is Florida, the land of humid heat — it was 78 degrees today fyi) and so I decided that was going to be our word. I look it up later only to realize it is a word. I am incapable of making up words. I blame school.

Daily Promtin’ Like A Baller & Confessions

Michelle asked me (and possibly you, too):

Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

I am the extremely lucky owner of the HTC Radar (4G–importance of that, I have yet to know.) through T-Mobile. Sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I wish I were a cat so I could really claw your eyes out and piss in your shoe. Oh, wait.. this is about the phone. Scratch that.

I can become attached to my material items. I don’t really have many so I think that’s a small part of it. The other part would be that I love technology. Do not confuse that with being very knowledgeable about it.

If I am at a social part in my life, I can grow to hate my phone. I’m a loser loner, baby, so why don’t you kill leave me (alone). There has to be some psychological reason why I get overwhelmed with too much attention. It’s like stage fright to the 10th power (if I remember how math works). I was like this since I was small so it’s not like it doesn’t come natural. I always went to my friends’ houses. Only on occasion did I have friends at my house. Except Miss Flighty, we were more at my house when we weren’t getting into trouble.

On my phone now,  it’s a Windows phone and I love it. The only thing that pisses me off is that it lags closing apps and I think that was made that way purposefully so you can hit the windows touch button so you can swipe between many apps. I rarely use that feature. I close and jump around. I swear my battery thanks me for it. Or I thank my battery for lasting longer. I can do 3 full days between charging. Yes, that is because I am not texting like a kid on crack anymore and I rarely make or receive phone calls. My phone is a portable computer.

I love that it’s Windows because of the layout. It fucking rocks. The home screen is (why is cutomizable not a word? [insert synonym to the nonexistent word]) with which “tiles” you want readily available. It’s also infinite scroll so you aren’t limited like android and iPhone do with only so many screens available. Plus, the tiles can be big or small and makes it an easier read. For the tiles you don’t want on the main screen are in an alphabetic list on the secondary screen. If you have a child who you let play with your phone, that’s awesome. So they only have access to things you don’t want deleted. Also, if you need to hand over your phone for a snoop to use (I am a snoop so this is no offense to snoops) you can have only things you don’t mind being seen on the main screen. Windows phone doesn’t show there is a secondary screen like how android and iPhone can show at the bottom or top of the phone how many screens and which you’re on.

I am such a Windows fanatic, I should work for the damn company. Oh that reminds me, I have to share something with you that I find so hilarious!!!

Brought to me by Dooce.com: This fantastical website: The Creative Confessional:

How I felt during the Editing process in Film School:

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

Why my tattoos do not contain lettering:

I am an ass, I know.-CB

I am an ass, I know.-CB

Recent Studies:

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Anti-Apple = Hipster? / Ignorant Public:

Just saying.-CB

Just saying.-CB

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

 

Where Awards Usually Come to Die

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Tyroper was very kind to pass on to me this golden award. I have one just like it in silver. I think it’s a trend to mix silver and gold jewelry, but I could be behind since I don’t usually wear jewelry. Thank you, Ty. I am glad you like what you read here. I know awards usually stop here when it comes with me. I am horribly lazy at collecting gems to give the award away to. I also fell into the belief of thinking of them as chain letters. Well, I have figured out for myself in the last 30 seconds of composing this that it’s a load of crock  crock of shit (I was tired when this post began) made up by horribly lazy people like myself who do not want to take the time to appreciate and be appreciated. If you want to be professional, you can relate this as to being at one of those mega conventions and your booth only has 250 favors to pass out and network. WordPress makes blogging a social network. They are tricky like that. It’s old school to be a Dooce. And harder than ever since platforms like this. I write on a whim. I am serious in saying that I am horribly lazy. There are people who research and rewrite and edit and stew over their posts before making them live. Freaky shit, I know. But if you can do that, you can pass around an award to make someone else’s day a little brighter and to let them see you care further than, “yo this shit you just posted here, this shit is tight yo.” Or [insert clicking like button here]. Lazy freaks. Long story short, the award is not dying here today.

Here are the rules of the award:
1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

7 things you need* to know

  1. I dig fruity baby food. Especially banana. 
  2. Most everything I complain about with other people I have been guilty of myself.
  3. I talk more shit about the people I love than I do of the people I loathe. Case in point: Alice. If you keep up with me you’ll notice once the friendship took a momentary pause that I thought was a forever pause, I stopped talking about her. Exception: My mother. You don’t talk shit about the people who brought you into this world and can easily take you out. Exception to the exception: My father.
  4. I need to learn how to break big goals into smaller goals so I stop the cycle of thinking it’s impossible and giving up.
  5. I can recognize a lot of things I need to do and because of this I think I don’t need therapy, but question if that means the exact opposite.
  6. I am terrible at planning. I don’t like to feel locked in and if I fail, I would disappoint others which would cause me further disappointment.
  7. I have never been married and I am not sure if I ever want to be. Some will take this as me having a negative opinion on marriage. That’s not the case. Some may take this as me having a fear of commitment. It’s not a fear more than it is I have had more than a few serious relationships, I barely make it to 2 years how the hell could I do until death do you part? I don’t believe in divorce for myself. It happens, but if I marry that man better know he is stuck for life. Unless he does something catastrophic then my ass will be at the court quicker than you can say flies on shit.

15 Blog Nominees

1. AliceAtWonderland
2. NotQuiteAlice
3. CrankyGiraffe
4. TishMoon
5. Jet @ SustainablySinlgeParenting
6. WhiskeyInTheAM
7. ExileFromHysteria
8. Rarasaur
9. J.E Lattimer
10. FrontRangeScribbles
11. MerBear74
12. Rohan7things
13. Jaschmehl
14. TeenyBikini
15. ABoldPerch

This is in no way an attempt to show favoritism and I want it known that I love you all. You are all inspiring, but it didn’t say infinite and one of my things I need to learn is to accept being limited so this kind of works for me. One small step to most, one huge leap for me.

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*need is very relative here and can be replaced with, “Could have lived the rest of your life very happily without knowing anything on this list.” But that’s just too much to type. Plus, need is persuasive. It pays to persuade. (Not really unless you’re in the biz. Biz example: hooking.) 

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