Merci Beaucoup!

Roll out the red carpet...this chica has won some awards!! 

Thanks for bearing with me oh-kind-and-generous-award givers, I am still trying to figure out how to make the little awards appear on my blog and I know it has taken me many moons (no, NOT New Moons, you crazy T-lite people) to officially thank you for nominating me. I know I am the most technologically UNSAVVY blogger ever, but I really do appreciate the kudos. Oh and I am finally mastering the art of scheduling my posts. Now I can write a few at a time and then BAM! shoot them to (all 30 of) your Google Readers randomly throughout the day. 

Sorry, tangent. 

So yes, I have been deemed worthy in the blogosphere by two very fantabulous bloggers, Shannon and Lindsay.  Fellow Phillies fan (yummm Jayson Werth) and ridiculously awesome DIY-er, Shannon, threw me my very first blog award...

How lovely! Hopefully the blog overhaul will actually make this little blog lovely enough to start looking at outside of your Reader. No crazy "rules" with this award, other than the fact that I have to pass it on, so here you go...

Kelly @ Dare to be Domestic (the orange blog header is most definitely LOVELY...swooon!)

Jacqueline @ l y m i b  (A fellow GRIT from the best state in all the land, North Carolina)

Susan @ Susan in the South (Another lovely selection...impeccable style here!)

Ashley @ I Love you more than Carrots (Certainly my most favorite blog title EVER)

As for my second nomination, I'd like to thank Lindsay , another new-ish blogger to the sphere (just like yours truly!). Drum roll please....

Holy Moly, I'm fabulous AND sugary!! Just out of curiosity, I had to google image Sugar Doll just to see what one might look like. Here is the creepy result:

Yikes?! I'm pretty sure that thing comes alive at night and bakes batches and batches of poisonous sugar cookies and then feeds them to the Bratz dolls...

But, alas, I digress. I am very excited that a fellow blogger thinks I am cool enough for an award and I will proceed with sticking to the sugary rules that come along with the nomination.  And now, 10 interesting facts about myself (hold on to your seats!).

1. My first pets were two cats named Beavis and Oreo. Beavis passed away when I was in college and Oreo is still kickin it. I/We got them when I was 10. 
   
2. I used to have a "thing" about open doors. I couldn't stay in a room if the main door leading into it was open. 
   
3. Ham disgusts me. I can't even stand the smell of it. If ham has touched any part of what I am eating, you can forget about it. 
   
4. I have really terrible vision (my contacts are -6.75 if that means anything to you) and my eyes get SUPER red and dried out all the time. I often worry that people will think I am on drugs thanks to my bloodshot eyes.
   
5. I have incredible patience (my mom taught me this invaluable life skill) and can deal with just about anything you throw my way.
6. My feet are almost always icecubes.
7. I am a really terrible cook. I can make some random and awesome dishes, but when it comes to day-t0-day meal preparation I have a giant FAIL stamped to my forehead. Thankfully I live with a culinary genius-by-comparison.
8. One day, when I'm old enough (ha!) I want a cute little Pomchi to carry around with me wherever I go (a cross between a Pomeranian and a Chihuahua). Something like this, this, or this. I know it isn't the most brutal of dogs, but something has to even out the lab Brian plans to purchase one day.
9. When I was about 6, I broke my right arm in a terrible biking accident (i.e. I skidded in the sand and fell over like a little wimpy girl). The weird bone that sticks out on my elbow on the inside of my arm basically stuck itself out and did all kinds of weird stuff. I don't remember much of the experience other than when the doctor tried to pop things back in place with his bare hands and while I was not under anesthesia. Jerk. I was in a cast for a long time. I vividly remember getting the cast off (they used a SAW!!!) and then looking at my freakishly atrophied twig arm. It was kind of like this (remember, I was SIX, that chick is just nasty). 
10. Thanks to aforementioned terrible biking accident, I am now quite close to actual ambidextrousness. I play the guitar left handed, I play basketball left handed, I cut food with the knife in my left hand (faux pas!), and I have decent left-handwriting. Not sure why all of these things decided to make the switch to the left side, but I must have started to morph into some sort of guitar-playing basketball-shooting superstar at the tender age of six. 

As for passing on this sugary blog puppy, I think I will do it randomly and when you all least expect it. So stay tuned to the foreseeable future...