Awards ceremony.

I love blogging because people give you awards.  The horrible thing is that I never seem to follow up on the awards.  So nobody gives me awards anymore.  [Cue music: You don’t bring me flowers, you don’t sing me love songs, you hardly talk to me anymore when I come through the door at the end of the day……]

I got this one from Laura once.  Hi Laura!  I actually think I got it from someone else too. 

 
With this award I was supposed to tell you 7 things about myself.  I’m pretty sure I’ve already overshared.  I can’t think of 7 new or exciting things.  I'm tall.  I'm bossy.  I like to cook and eat and brag about my children.  Um, I swear a lot.  See, nothing new.  Too much pressure!!

She also gave me another award and I was realllly excited about it, trying to come up with the perfect blog post to accompany such a prestigious award.  I actually kind of begged to receive this award.  How embarrassing is that?  Again, I totally failed.  It’s been sitting in my drafts for a shameful amount of time.



With this award comes the daunting task of naming 5 characters who I’d like to, uh, get down with.  Can I just do the shortcut where I say if Colin Firth has ever played a character, then I choose that guy?  Mark Darcy, Mr. Darcy, the guy he plays in Love Actually, the dad in What A Girl Wants.  See, I’m almost all the way there.  Nice!  Hmm, I need one more character.  Let’s just say Daniel Cleaver and call it a day.

These awards have been weighing heavily on my mind and I’m glad I’ve finally somewhat addressed them.

I’m kind of lame.  Don’t anybody give me any more awards.  I can’t handle the pressure.