So, the other night I was CLEARLY way too high on Halloween candy. I signed up to participate in NaBloPoMo. Which, I’ve always thought sounded weirdly dirty. Like oral sex and Teletubbies.
Truthfully, I never DID know what it stood for until I came across it Friday night. For those of you equally confused, it stands for National Blog Posting Month, and it means I’ve made a commitment to posting EVERY DAY this month.
Told ya. Crack Smoker.
So I get this little badge, and a listing on the NaBloPoMo site, with like, 10,000 other bloggers. Which is good, because now that the Blogger’s Choice Award Winners have been named, and I was NOWHERE CLOSE to winning, I should probably take down those three sad little black buttons right up there. —–>
At least I’ll have my new badge to put up in their place.
And speaking of awards, I’m way overdue in thanking some of you for bestowing some awesome ones upon me. (Wow. Could that sentence be any more awkward?) So overdue, in fact, it’s downright embarrassing. All these bloggers are fantastic — if you’re not already reading them, you gotta check ’em out.
Most recently, Jen at Steenky Bee gave me this:
And Mommy the Robot gave me this:
Morningside Mom gave me this:
Shit. This is getting embarrasing. Bad, bad, manners, Mommypie.
I’m an ass.
Okay, now we’re going back quite a few months. *she says, shrinking into the couch*
Auds at Barking Mad gave me this:
She also gave me this, along with the Monkey Toe Momma herself, Donna Reed in Blue Jeans around the same time:
I think that’s it. I know. I totally suck. I have a sick feeling I’ve forgotten someone — if I did, let me know. I’ll give you my address so you can come over and personally bitchslap me.
As part of the deal, I’m supposed to pass these babies on to some of my favorite bloggers. Tonight, however, because I can’t take the crushing guilt, I just wanted to make sure to acknowledge all the awesome bloggers who thought enough of me to give me some bling. I love you ALL! MWAH!
And at some point, I WILL get these up on my sidebar. Check back in six months. This month I’ll be tied up giving Teletubbies BJs.
Or something like that.