Dear Friends and Readers,
This Monday’s been pretty good so far, aside from enduring a summer cold, a baby with a summer cold, a husband with a summer cold, and the two older kids home for Easter vacation. Oh, who am I kidding? This day started out bad and ain’t gonna get any better any time soon. Amidst the dismal, sneeze-filled fog of my day, a bright spot arrived via Twitter in the form of a VBA nomination by @mcampbellnicely. Check out Matt’s blog Begin Again for fiction with feeling. Thanks for the nomination, Matt! I see you have quite a few of the blogs that I would nominate myself. Folks, don’t be surprised if you see the same blogs nominated multiple times. There’s a reason we keep going back to the same ones time and again. Below are my nominations for the versatile Blogger Award. If you’re on this list and you’d prefer not to participate then please just take this nomination as a compliment, my personal vote of confidence.
Seven Things About Me:
1) If something is unlikely to happen, then it will most likely happen to me. I can’t tell you how many times a doctor has told me, “Well, it’s rare, but it happens.” Most recently, I had a blood clot travel from my jugular to my lung. It’s rare to get a blood clot from no discernible cause in the internal jugular in the first place, but it happens. After six months on blood thinners, I went back for another scan wherein they found a mass of tissue between my breastbone and my heart. Again, it’s rare, but it happens. Oh, and when these things do happen, they are typically found in the elderly, not in a thirty year old woman. Apparently, I’m a rare type of person. One who can dodge bullets no less, or so I’m told.
2) Upper respiratory afflictions have always been a common thing for me. I nearly failed fifth grade. Out sick for three weeks with bronchitis and double pneumonia, the first week I spent in the hospital. The second and third weeks, I was allowed to go home with an iv in my wrist and a nurse to check on me daily. Because the iv was inserted in my dominant hand, my grandmother made me learn to write with my left so that I could complete my schoolwork daily. When she was informed that I would fail due to excessive absences regardless of the reason and doctor’s excuse, she fought the system. And won.
3) I got my first haircut when I was in third grade. I’d moved in (temporarily, as it turned out) with my mom and step-dad. Previously, my grandmother would not allow me to cut it. While I lived with my grandparents, my hair was so long, I had to gather it and pull it to the front over one shoulder to avoid sitting on it. When I was finally allowed to cut it, I did, and I decided to get a perm as well. The results were traumatizing. I had a white-girl fro. Pictures of that time do not exist. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.
4) Hate is a strong emotion. I don’t hate many people. Having said that, there is one person I can honestly say I hate. You know that one person who boils your blood every time you see them? You know who I’m talking about, right? Your nemesis. You don’t have one? I do. In our early teens, we were best friends. The last time I saw her was while I worked for Wal-Mart. She’d been caught shop-lifting and someone had informed the manager (my boss) that I knew her. As much as I hated her before that, I was further embarrassed to be associated with someone like her. My hatred for her grew, and has not diminished.
5) Speaking of Wal-Mart, I worked for them for six years. For three of those years, I was a customer service manager. I’d been promoted at the Bunkie store, then again at the one in Opelousas. I held various positions within the company, but CSM was my favorite. If it weren’t for the screwy hours and working holidays, I’d happily go back to it.
6) In the last ten years, I have ruined three pots while boiling eggs. Once, I’d put a pot of eggs on the stove to boil and forgot about them. I drew myself a nice hot bath. While I was soaking, relaxing the day away, I heard the eggs explode in the pot. Dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, I rushed to the kitchen and managed to keep from burning the house down. Just.
7) My husband and I got married in his aunt’s house by the local judge, who was also a friend of my soon-to-be mother-in-law. I wasn’t nervous. I’d thought I would be, but I was just happy. The morning of the ceremony is a chaotic blur, but in a moment that is ingrained in my memory, everyone was in place. My mom was there with my siblings and a cousin. Several people from his side were there. My dad was at my side, and my fiance stood next to the judge. When our eyes met, everyone else disappeared. As my dad walked me to the man who would become my husband, I cried. I wasn’t scared, or nervous. I was just so happy at that moment, there was no room for anything else. That was almost eight years ago.
Not much excitement going on, but there you have it. Thanks again to Matt Campbell Nicely for the nomination!
Once again, to my nominees, if you do not wish to participate, or already have, please just take this as a compliment, my own personal vote of confidence.