Periodically, things happen that catch you by surprise, even though you know it could happen and maybe even has happened in the past, still you find yourself surprised. Such is the case here. For those who read and don’t write, a blog in particular, the sense of being nominated for an award probably has about the same significance as a hang nail (maybe less), however for those of us in the blogosphere it is nice to be noticed, thought of, called out for, or some other adjective to say we like you, we really like you.
When one is nominated there are certain responsibilities that come along with the corresponding honor bestowed on you.
Here they are in no particular order:
Thanking your Nominator
Telling the readership bizarre or embarrassing truths about yourself that later will come back to haunt you, the number of these truths has varied greatly and probably has more to do with some, random, thought up number the initiator of the award decided would be just painful enough to keep the faker’s out of the running.
And finally Nominating a number of deserving bloggers whom you have had the pleasure of making acquaintance with, or at least read their blog on a somewhat regular basis. Again the number of nominees seems to be arbitrary depending on some unknown fact or whim handed down from the initiator.
First let me say thank you to Jenn with 2 NNs @ http://thatsajennstory.com/ I know you know how thankful I am but I want everyone else to know as well. Please take a moment to peruse her witty and at times unusual take on things ordinary and hippified. In the BTW department she is a published writer and I would not at all be surprised to see further literary works considered for all of us to enjoy in the future.
Things unusual about me, Hmmm, well I am a man… that is unusual and I cry at all the tear jerker hallmark moments.
I am maybe a little too sensitive sometimes and over think things too much, (I know I sound more like a girl).
I am boring, and I am OK with that!
I can turn a three word sentence into a paragraph while sleeping.
If I could live anywhere in the world it would be Romania, again.
Until the age of eighteen I was allergic to Poison Ivy, now about the only thing I am not allergic to is my reflection.
Self deprecating humor is my forte, mostly because it’s the safest kind of humor and it seems the easiest kind to come up with. Don’t get me wrong I try other kinds of humor, apparently I am the only one amused by it.
Well that’s more than enough about me, now on to the important things, My Nominees! (In no particular order)
Enjoy and comment and if by chance you like them, it would be best if you didn’t tell them I sent you.