Which may be just what she needs for Blogger of Note. What’s that? She’s not on Blogger anymore? Oops. Sorry. My bad.
Part of the awards rules is that she had to answer three random facts about herself before passing it along to seven other lucky contestants.
|Of course, he could look like this|
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Cows-and the Men Who Love Them
1. (May I use Arabic numbers? They are Arabic numbers, right?)
|Guy must be really religious|
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I am not black
3. I’m from Connecticut, live in Pennsylvania, traveled to over thirty countries (including New Jersey), and would love to move to North Carolina (for the barbecued everything). Plus, I go to a Presbyterian church, even though I’m a Catholic. Which means I feel guilty about everything.
Hey, wait a minute. Did I just sneak in a fourth random fact? Hmm, I think I did. Aw, hell, what’s the worst that could happen? I get sued? By whom?
Yep, that’s what I thought. Doesn’t exist.
Now, to the blogs I dig. I know what you’re thinking. You want me to recognize you, but, at the same time, dread having to do the required work. I get it.
If it will ease your minds, please don’t feel you need to do anything. The coolest aspect of this is that I get to recognize those of you whom (who?) I feel write the most entertaining blogs in the blogosphere (for the record, ‘blogosphere’ is a word I do not dig).
So, I’m going to change the rules. Once again, what’s the worst that could happen? I get sued? Didn’t think so.
I think I’ll use French numbers for a change:
Le 1. According To Jewels. Really, Jewels, you don’t have to do a thing. Mainly because you’ve already answered the bell, so to speak. I just wanted you to know that I like what I read.
Le 2. Wrestling With Retirement. Eva’s blog is just a delight. She offers up vocabulary lessons, tours of Maine eateries, tells wicked cool jokes, and posts a series of stories about a skank named Felicia. Good stuff, good stuff.
Le 3. Laughing My Abs Off. What can I say which hasn’t already been said? Farts, boobs, and erectile dysfunction (oops, sorry, that’s in my blog), you could do a lot worse than read Sherilin’s blog. Like have erectile dysfunction. Which is bad. Especially if you’re a woman.
Le 4. Lemons Don't Make Lemonade. Sex in China. As if you need any more of an incentive.
Le 5. Life By Chocolate always makes me smile. And not just because Robyn is one talented, funny, clever writer. Okay, that’s why.
Le 6. If you visit Jenny from the Pearson Report (her last name is Pearson. You may have figured this out on your own), she may send you something for Canadian Thanksgiving. It’s a little known fact that one of their traditions is to throw maple candy Stanley Cups at a moose dressed like Wayne Gretsky (NOTE: Not true. Probably).
Le 7. Last, but not least is the Dirty Cowgirl. One of my newer friends, she hails from England and has a knack for the English language (which, I think, would go without saying). For instance, did you know “knackered” means “drunk?” (or is that “pissed?”). For a great read which will have you pissing your pants (In America, “piss” means “urinating”), check out Left Alone With a Full Moon.
|Also not Asian. |
Not a lot of pictures of white guys
in front of computers