BFD Award
I got this lovely award that came from, Julio, AKA @Darkwulfe on Twitter. His blog is Musings of a Madman. I couldn't bribe...uh...ass-kiss him enough to bestow this honor on me. Instead, he handed me this award without incident. Seriously, though, I enjoy his blog as he seems to be able to take any argument and tear it apart logically. And well...I'm jealous as hell he can do that! I can't look at any issue logically unless it's a how-to manual. Everything is so emotional, and shades of gray on how I see life. So you can understand why Julio fascinates me.
When he passed the award on to me, I was very touched he would choose me. But, much like awards and chain letters, I forgot about it. I feel like total crap that I haven't fulfilled my duty for this new award moniker, the BIG FUCKING DEAL award. As I was told, I must tell you seven things about me you probably didn't know. Since my life is an open book on this blog, this task was difficult. Here goes.
1. I hate dust bunnies.
This isn't just a mere mom's irritation by not being able to keep up with all the cleaning. Oh no, this is worse. Nothing can compare to the horror of sweeping with a broom, or dust mop and seeing that string of gray and who-knows-what on the end of the broom. It will send me into full-fledged gagging. I assure you, the retching from just seeing the dust bunny can be heard from every corner of the house. I can deal with blood, vomit, and shitty diapers, but just don't get me near the dust bunnies. It's not a fear. That would be easier to deal with. Instead, dust bunnies are a great way to make me throw up anything I'd eaten in the 15 minutes prior to seeing the scum at the end of a Swiffer mop. So you can guess who gets that job? Anyone but me!
2. I'm afraid of latex balloons.
My brother seemed to derive great pleasure in popping balloons when I was little. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose in my face, but I'm sure if I asked him, he'd deny everything. Even being around them and listening to anyone squeak them, or manhandle the balloons would cause me to plug my ears. I just knew they would pop. As I got older, it extended to them being blown up as invariably most people don't realize you don't blow them up until they look like this:
There's no reason why the neck of the balloon should be distended. It looks like a pear and a sure guarantee it's going to pop when it touches a hot light source, usually found in restaurants. It took me a long time to stop myself from plugging my ears, but I still recoil waiting for them to pop. If you want to get me a balloon, make it Mylar.
3. I'm intensely curious about how people sound/talk when I can't see them in person.
Being in the online world a lot, I always wonder how people's voices sound. I look at their picture and I think of how that person will sound in real life. I can hear it on the phone, but it's not quite like hearing it in person. I think of what sort of inflection they will have, the character of their voice, and whether they will have an accent. It's an added puzzle piece before meeting a person in real life. I enjoy it.
4. I write erotica.
I write quite a bit of erotica, but it's mainly just stretching myself creatively. It's not your mainstream erotica from what limited knowledge I have of published work. I know it's not the romance novel kind either. One of these days I'll have to put on this blog one of them. It's an "outside the box" sort of stories. I like to write knowing a little about the person I write about. I find that to be very enjoyable because I can tell what that person likes and customize it. I can explore an entire scenario in my mind including the dialog, if any. Most of the time it is while I'm driving two hours across the state. It's a way of being able to tell a story from the aspect of someone who feels, senses, and has an emotional impact. It's not "just sex". It's a work in progress.
5. I never considered myself a true artist until this past year.
I was, as my mom put it, "crafty". From the age of five, I had a needle and a passion. I sewed by hand, then learned to embroider, and then cross-stitch. I knew I had a talent. My mom said I was so much like my paternal grandmother. I should have listened to that voice in my head as a child. Mom made it sound like I was talented, but that it was not something worth pursuing. In her defense, she did not have any talent for sewing or any fiber art. Her creativity was in cooking. She was damn good at it, too. I just didn't think I was the drawing/painting type. I thought that's what an artist was. It wasn't until college that I started to think I was on to something. When I met my neuropsychologist, Dr. Branca, I knew I had a kindred spirit. She is also an artist. I guess it takes an artist to see the potential inside another artist. Finding Nichole, AKA @sillyfozzy on Twitter, has been so exciting! She's also an artist and a huge cheerleader, driving me to explore that artistic side of me.
6. I don't read many books, but I listen to a lot of music.
The only books I read are art-related and provide technique, instruction, and patterns. I feel left out when people quote passages from books, or mention authors I'm unaware of. This drives my oldest sister crazy since she owns a bookstore. Music, on the other hand, is the soundtrack to my life. It changes based on my emotions at that minute, and sometimes I hear certain songs in my head during certain interactions or experiences. It changes daily, and spans a wide range of genres. Anything from Opera to Trance/Progressive is in my playlist. Sorry, Country music fans, I just haven't been able to really find something that speaks to me that is essentially "country". Don't worry, I'll get around to it eventually.
7. I smile A LOT!
When I talk to people, I smile a lot. I'm surprisingly outgoing despite the fact I'm relatively introverted. Yes, I know that's a contradiction in words, but it's true. I can swing both ways and slip into each role easily. People feel at ease when they meet me, and I do smile quite a bit. It's genuine. Nothing's worse than people who give you that fake smile and nod their head. There's a time and a place for that and it's during really bad dates, and those oh-my-God moments when you just pray you can extricate yourself out of a conversation. Better to smile, nod, and then back away...slowly!
Alright, I wanted to pass on this award to seven awesome people, but I think Julio mentioned many of the people I would have chosen. I know there should be seven! Damn it, I'm sorry there's only five! I know this Big Fucking Deal Blog Award should be passed on to seven people who's blogs are a big fucking deal, not five! I promise I'll get it right next time there's a big fucking deal!
So, with that, I shall pass the BFD torch on to:
@crazySAHM I love how she can find humor in the most trying of times!
@allconsoffun A wonderfully sensitive an amazing woman. Start writing again!
@grnladybug I love her poetry! I never read a lot of poetry before reading her blog. I keep coming back for more.
@MajorBedhead A life rebuilding! She asks the same questions of herself that I ask myself.
@cjaxon Her photography blows me away!
When he passed the award on to me, I was very touched he would choose me. But, much like awards and chain letters, I forgot about it. I feel like total crap that I haven't fulfilled my duty for this new award moniker, the BIG FUCKING DEAL award. As I was told, I must tell you seven things about me you probably didn't know. Since my life is an open book on this blog, this task was difficult. Here goes.
1. I hate dust bunnies.
This isn't just a mere mom's irritation by not being able to keep up with all the cleaning. Oh no, this is worse. Nothing can compare to the horror of sweeping with a broom, or dust mop and seeing that string of gray and who-knows-what on the end of the broom. It will send me into full-fledged gagging. I assure you, the retching from just seeing the dust bunny can be heard from every corner of the house. I can deal with blood, vomit, and shitty diapers, but just don't get me near the dust bunnies. It's not a fear. That would be easier to deal with. Instead, dust bunnies are a great way to make me throw up anything I'd eaten in the 15 minutes prior to seeing the scum at the end of a Swiffer mop. So you can guess who gets that job? Anyone but me!
2. I'm afraid of latex balloons.
My brother seemed to derive great pleasure in popping balloons when I was little. I'm not sure if he did it on purpose in my face, but I'm sure if I asked him, he'd deny everything. Even being around them and listening to anyone squeak them, or manhandle the balloons would cause me to plug my ears. I just knew they would pop. As I got older, it extended to them being blown up as invariably most people don't realize you don't blow them up until they look like this:
There's no reason why the neck of the balloon should be distended. It looks like a pear and a sure guarantee it's going to pop when it touches a hot light source, usually found in restaurants. It took me a long time to stop myself from plugging my ears, but I still recoil waiting for them to pop. If you want to get me a balloon, make it Mylar.
3. I'm intensely curious about how people sound/talk when I can't see them in person.
Being in the online world a lot, I always wonder how people's voices sound. I look at their picture and I think of how that person will sound in real life. I can hear it on the phone, but it's not quite like hearing it in person. I think of what sort of inflection they will have, the character of their voice, and whether they will have an accent. It's an added puzzle piece before meeting a person in real life. I enjoy it.
4. I write erotica.
I write quite a bit of erotica, but it's mainly just stretching myself creatively. It's not your mainstream erotica from what limited knowledge I have of published work. I know it's not the romance novel kind either. One of these days I'll have to put on this blog one of them. It's an "outside the box" sort of stories. I like to write knowing a little about the person I write about. I find that to be very enjoyable because I can tell what that person likes and customize it. I can explore an entire scenario in my mind including the dialog, if any. Most of the time it is while I'm driving two hours across the state. It's a way of being able to tell a story from the aspect of someone who feels, senses, and has an emotional impact. It's not "just sex". It's a work in progress.
5. I never considered myself a true artist until this past year.
I was, as my mom put it, "crafty". From the age of five, I had a needle and a passion. I sewed by hand, then learned to embroider, and then cross-stitch. I knew I had a talent. My mom said I was so much like my paternal grandmother. I should have listened to that voice in my head as a child. Mom made it sound like I was talented, but that it was not something worth pursuing. In her defense, she did not have any talent for sewing or any fiber art. Her creativity was in cooking. She was damn good at it, too. I just didn't think I was the drawing/painting type. I thought that's what an artist was. It wasn't until college that I started to think I was on to something. When I met my neuropsychologist, Dr. Branca, I knew I had a kindred spirit. She is also an artist. I guess it takes an artist to see the potential inside another artist. Finding Nichole, AKA @sillyfozzy on Twitter, has been so exciting! She's also an artist and a huge cheerleader, driving me to explore that artistic side of me.
6. I don't read many books, but I listen to a lot of music.
The only books I read are art-related and provide technique, instruction, and patterns. I feel left out when people quote passages from books, or mention authors I'm unaware of. This drives my oldest sister crazy since she owns a bookstore. Music, on the other hand, is the soundtrack to my life. It changes based on my emotions at that minute, and sometimes I hear certain songs in my head during certain interactions or experiences. It changes daily, and spans a wide range of genres. Anything from Opera to Trance/Progressive is in my playlist. Sorry, Country music fans, I just haven't been able to really find something that speaks to me that is essentially "country". Don't worry, I'll get around to it eventually.
7. I smile A LOT!
When I talk to people, I smile a lot. I'm surprisingly outgoing despite the fact I'm relatively introverted. Yes, I know that's a contradiction in words, but it's true. I can swing both ways and slip into each role easily. People feel at ease when they meet me, and I do smile quite a bit. It's genuine. Nothing's worse than people who give you that fake smile and nod their head. There's a time and a place for that and it's during really bad dates, and those oh-my-God moments when you just pray you can extricate yourself out of a conversation. Better to smile, nod, and then back away...slowly!
Alright, I wanted to pass on this award to seven awesome people, but I think Julio mentioned many of the people I would have chosen. I know there should be seven! Damn it, I'm sorry there's only five! I know this Big Fucking Deal Blog Award should be passed on to seven people who's blogs are a big fucking deal, not five! I promise I'll get it right next time there's a big fucking deal!
So, with that, I shall pass the BFD torch on to:
@crazySAHM I love how she can find humor in the most trying of times!
@allconsoffun A wonderfully sensitive an amazing woman. Start writing again!
@grnladybug I love her poetry! I never read a lot of poetry before reading her blog. I keep coming back for more.
@MajorBedhead A life rebuilding! She asks the same questions of herself that I ask myself.
@cjaxon Her photography blows me away!
Posted by kitterztoo at 5/10/2010 4:18 AM 
Categories: Facets of Me, Twitter
Tags: blog big fucking deal BFD award twitter facts 2010
Categories: Facets of Me, Twitter
Tags: blog big fucking deal BFD award twitter facts 2010
So no bringing you latex balloons at BlogHer?
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I had the same issue with my creative side. My mom wasn't and so I never thought to pursue it until just recently. I am so glad I did and that you did too!
And I hope you never run into a balloon carrying dust bunny.
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