Wednesday, February 26, 2014

CB is a blog stalker and I won an award. In that order.

So I didn't post on Monday because I was trying not to have a breakdown at work over my computer and phone just deciding not to function. On top of which, I think maybe I'm at the point that my mom calls "over-extended" and so I was having a few mini-meltdowns over the weekend right on into the week. It was filled with fun moments for all, but I'm happy to say that I'm getting back on track and - most importantly - back to blogging! And don't worry - it was nothing more serious than "maybe you need a nap?" and "have you checked the calendar?...." (always good advice).

Also, CB was away for a week and he basically keeps me on my blogging toes because he knows more about what's going on over here than I do. Last night, this conversation happened:

CB: "Did you respond to that Liebster Award you got on your blog?"
Me: "Um, what?"
CB: "Someone who reads your blog nominated you for a Liebster Award. And you have to fill out questions about yourself and stuff. I thought maybe you didn't see it because you usually respond to comments, but her's was 11th and so maybe you didn't have a chance."
Me: "Um, are you my blog stalker? You seem to know a lot about my blogging habits."
CB: "I pay attention."

And so, thanks to Annie over at her blog Hey Annie May, I will provide you all with even more information about myself that you probably don't care to know? Let's blame CB.


So, being nominated for the Liebster Award means that I'm supposed to answer 11 questions from Annie, who nominated me, and then typically you choose 11 bloggers to then do the same thing, yadda yadda. However, as we all know, I'm totally a rule-breaker and so I'm going to simply answer Annie's questions and then leave it to you, my dear readers, to nominate the bloggers you think should get some exposure.  I have some really devoted and funny readers who happen to blog themselves, and picking just 11 of you wouldn't be fair. Plus, I've gotten this award before so I figured I'd spice it up the second time around. 

Let's get to it.

What's your favorite time of year and why?
Well, typically I'd say winter, but since I don't want you all throwing e-snowballs at me, I'm going to simply say this: I love cold weather. I also happen to love the kind of weather where you have to wear a sweater or sweatshirt BUT you don't need to wear a coat of any kind and it's sunny and you're outside and it's blissful. I believe that season used to be known as "fall" - however, fall in New York is basically really hot until it is really cold, with maybe a weekend of everyone being like "Oooh, I think it's fall!" and then being wrong when it's in the 30s on Monday. 

Anyway, that's my favorite time of year. 

Why did you start blogging?
Because Courtney told me to and I missed the class in school where they taught free will. And if you think I'm joking, you need to go back a few years into this blog and read the truth that is my friendship with Court.

What's the best holiday you've ever had and why?
And by "holiday", you mean "vacation", right? I'm totally bi-lingual. Honestly, the best vacation so far has been when CB and I traveled back to Michigan for a week last summer and we climbed sand dunes and listened to Foreigner at the Cherry Festival (best) and then CB fell to his knees and begged me to spend the rest of my life with him. Or at least that's how I remember it? 

What's your favorite food?
It's unfair and very bossy to make me just pick one. Is "all carbs" a food? If so, then "all carbs." If not, then "all carbs." 

If you could only take one thing on a desert island what would you take?
Though I realize I risk great mockery for this answer, I'd take CB. Because he's super easy to talk to, scratches my head when I'm sleepy, and we high-five over the same things. Basically all the skills you need someone to have when stranded on a desert island. 

What's your job?
Book editor. 

If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?
Boom, BALI. Which comes in handy because that's where we're going in a few months! Wish granted. 

What do you like to do in your spare time?
Lots of stuff, but most of it consists of me being in my pajamas, if at all possible. 

What's your earliest memory?
It's a weird one but one of my earliest memories is actually a dream, which maybe isn't a memory? But from the time I was really little, every time I would get a fever (and to this day it still happens when I'm feverish) I would dream that I was in a shopping cart and my mom was pushing me in the cart down the bread aisle of a supermarket, over and over and over again. It's super-weird and we don't know where it comes from, but the memory of having this dream early on (like, kindergarten?) is my actual first memory. Which I realize is super-strange. 

What's your pet peeve?
People who say "hot water heater." It's a water heater, people!!! No need for the "hot!" 
Whew. Thank God I got that off my chest. Thanks, Annie. 

What is your favorite blog?
Honestly, I gotta go with the obvious answer and say "The Bloggess." She makes me laugh consistently each week, which, as a blogger myself, I realize is no easy task. 

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Thanks, again, Annie! 


  1. Love your answers, love your blog. I live in Chicago, but I'm a Michigan girl as well :) Way bottom left hand side of "the mitten" which is Exit 1. :) Found you through Lauren Filing Jointly through The Bloggess. Three of my faves. Keep it up! Also, I thought of you last week while grocery shopping. My underwear were falling down. But I think it's because my pants were kinda laying low on my hips since I've lost weight. Ever think that maybe it's the PANTS you're wearing? And NOT the unders? Just wondering! -- Amanda

    1. Thank you! I'm so glad you found my blog, too, and a fellow Michigander is always welcomed :-)
      You know, that's possible, but just this morning I've pulled up my underpants, like, 100 times. It's definitely the underpants in today's case. But I'll keep an eye on my ACTUAL pants, too - you might be onto something!