Today has been a day full of surprises! The day began with the whining of a puppy at 6:20 AM. I arose from my cozy, warm bed ten minutes before my alarm. Then it hit me: I slept through the entire night for the first time in three weeks! Not only that, but I managed about eight hours of sleep, only interrupted once when my husband decided to play MMA and club me in the shoulder at 2:25 AM. (He murmured an apology and I forgave him post haste.)
The day got better when I perused my WP reader whilst Princess Red Chief was tap-tap-tapping away in dance class, and I found that Alice had bestowed upon me a beatific award reserved only for the awesomest of Awesomesauce. I get not one…
But two blog blings!
And I get to answer a few questions, which I will do later.
Then, after drying my beauty queen tears, I continued my perusal and found today’s Daily Post. Haven’t read it? Well, go do so. I will wait….
Is someone having a hard time following directions here? Do as you’re told….
Okay! Welcome back. (Good pup, here’s a peanut butter treat.)
In case you didn’t read carefully, or follow the links, or do as I said, I put in my own Open Letter Ad-Libs contest. If you haven’t joined it yet, you are missing out. I have put a deadline in there for the contest. (It ends October 31, 2013. Hop to it, ghouls and freaks.) Daily Post admitted my meager contest into their repertoire and now I am semi-famous! (It isn’t Freshly Pressed, but it is almost close to near the same idea.)
Then, because sometimes I am genuinely silly, I attracted a new follower who inducted me right to his blog roll without any ass-kissing on my part, or careful consideration on his. (Did you catch that, Monsieur Le Clown Magnifique™? I didn’t have to get a tattoo of him anywhere on my person in order to be inducted into his club.)
So my day has been a rosy posy. What about yours? Also, did you sign up for the contest? Stop being a pansy and do it already, okay? Everyone else is….
NOW FOR THE QUESTIONS ASSOCIATED WITH AFOREMENTIONED AWARD
How do you define your awesomesauceness?
How do you define the wind?
Are there some who call you “Tim?”
Only this one time. It was Christmas Eve and I was saying the prayer over dinner. Apparently, I waxed rather lengthy in my grace-saying. When I said “Amen,” my dad responded with “Geez, Tiny Tim, and God bless us, everyone!” That was the only time. Oh, and whenever I was on crutches, my dad would call me “Tiny Tim,” as well.
What is your favorite movie and why?
Dodgeball. If you have to ask, you clearly haven’t seen the movie. No body makes me bleed my own blood.
Why doesn’t Le Clown visit the Matticus Kingdom very often?
One word, DJ: Cats. You stepped in that just like I stepped in a huge pile of mastiff poop this morning. (There were definitely cat bones in it. He is a very, very good pup.)
Does Baby C ever wonder why there is no Baby D (like Baby A and Baby B have each other)?
I think by the time Baby C realizes where Babies A, B and C came from, and how they got there, Baby C will thank heaven there is not a Baby D. All of us like to pretend our parents did the nasty only enough times to create us and our siblings. Even my parents refuse to admit that they did the nasty when I was conceived. It is sort of like a game of hot potato with blame instead of a tuber. I think it may be why my parents fight so much.
How have your movements been recently?
Like kelp in the kelp forests of the deep, deep blue, fathomless sea. (I avoided a poop joke intentionally just there.)
How many projects can Queen Creative juggle at any given time?
Eleventy billion and three. But the only project worth actually doing is my contest (which she did, and is winning, currently).
To any who wish to take the Awesomesauce Award, be my guest. You can’t take the Sparklepony, though. It is only meant to be given by Alice and Sparky.