We interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast with an annoying beep, which you must imagine.
Here at Confessions of a Tumbleweed, I have given myself the mission of blogging about specific and sometimes facty things about the trucking life.
I try to avoid blogging about blogging or boring you to death by griping or rambling too much about nothing. (I could you know.)
I read a lot of blogs and I love the fact that I get to glimpse into the lives of other people, in other parts of the world with different lives than me.
When I read a newspaper (remember those) the first section I always read is the Lifestyle section. And not just for the comics. I love the human interest pieces that tell a story of a life different than my own or give me perspective on an issue in a new light.
The internet is like one, giant, never-ending Lifestyle section.
Also, I'm really bad a compliments.
So what am I talking about?
Recently, two bloggers that I read, Ladybug and Vinny C, have bestowed on me the compliment of an award.
These two people illustrate the diversity that I love about the blog world:
Ladybug is an artist, naturalist, and philosopher in Washington state. Once she took a chance and knocked on the door of a Goat Chalet House in Canada and found a Swiss chainsaw artist living in a home with 1,000 faces.
Vinny C lives is a journalist in Trinidad & Tobago (yes, I had to look it up) who gets to go to the beach for work, draws the occasional top-heavy stick figure cartoon, and knows more about Japan than is probably healthy.
Each award comes with various and sundry obligations and things and stuff, but because I am:
A: a rebel, and
2: adverse to the feeling of the mass forward/chain mail-ness of it all. (As anyone who has ever e-mailed me one knows.)
I accept these compliments in the spirit in which they are given without following the rules. And I just want to say right here and right now that it means a SUPER lot to me that such cool and diverse people not only read what I write, comment wittily on it, but give me compliments too.
Thank you. For reals.
I'm so excited it made me frolic. |
I think you deserve any and all awards available to be draped lavishly around your accolades, or something complimentary that doesn't sound vaguely inappropriate. I also think this is a lovely way to acknowledge, accept, and appreciate the honor without doing the chain letterish part. :) congrats!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robyn!
DeleteI didn't even realize I had accolades. I hope I'm not showing them too much. ;)
I wonder why they would want to stop men from working? :)
ReplyDeleteHey you! I thought maybe whoever made that sight just really hated Australian rock bands.
DeleteYou mean you can not follow the rules? Nobody tells me these things! Of course, you're welcome.
ReplyDeleteI'm a rebel like that. You ought to see me with a mattress tag!
Deletecongrats on your well deserved awards! :)
ReplyDeleteok...thanks for the break, now...back to work...
(oh, 'men at work', couldn't help myself to remember the song...the one that the yankees made their 7th inning stretch song...YMCA!)
Thank you!
DeleteDidn't the Yankees win the Superbowl this year?
nah. i think it was the pittsburgh penguins. :)
DeleteCongradulations on the award, well deserved I must say!
ReplyDeleteHey thanks! And I know you are saying that without any coercion from me. (the check's in the mail, btw)
DeleteHEY! I didn't make the "rules", so I don't care if you follow them or NOT - but I DO care that you've finally acknowledged this "award"! So well deserved, I might add. Besides, it's your little streak of devilment and independent thinking that is part of what makes your blog so great. The rest of it is.... well, pure YOU!
ReplyDeleteMEN at work? Kinda' goes opposite of what you wrote about as a Super Freak, doesn't it? Now I'm totally confused....
Sorry it took so long. I'm much better at insults than compliments!
DeleteI'm so glad that Al Gore invented the internet. There's so much good out there to be found and explored and shared. Although, it does interfere with getting any real work done sometimes. (I'm looking at you end-of-the-month bookkeeping!)