A Versatile Blogger Award !?!


I logged into my blog a day or so ago and discovered much to my surprise that another, obviously discerning, blogger had nominated me for a versatile blogger award.

Now, I didn’t have a clue what this is all about. Never heard of it. Not sure I want to be a recipient of any kind of award in the first place.

But … thought I should check it out — just in case it involves a trophy, or a plaque, or maybe even money.

No such luck. Here’s the deal:

Rules of accepting versatile blogger nomination:

  1. Thank the person who nominated me (Below)
  2. Include a link to his/her blog (Also below)
  3. Nominate fifteen blogs I enjoy and follow (Belower)
  4. Inform said bloggers about their nominations (That took awhile!)
  5. Share seven things about me (Belowest)

So, thank you Ellen Peterson, wherever you are. You’re a peach!
(http://ellepeterson.wordpress.com/)

The fifteen blogs I’ve nominated:

Preacherswifeintheknow

broadside

Running Naked with Scissors

Diary of a Mad College Girl

Naked Envelope

Air Cooled Underware

Golden Oldie Ads

I Am Not Defined

Humbled Pie

Second Lunch

Heather Christina Schmidt

From Nonsense to Momsense

Rob Slaven Photography

Katie is a Teacher

In My Opinion

Seven things (you never wanted to know) about me:

  1. I was a hippie. (Sort of.)
  2. My guilty pleasure is reading chick-lit, especially British chick-lit. (Do not tell anyone about this.)
  3. I’m claustrophobic and afraid of heights. (Yes, tall buildings are a problem.)
  4. I believe in angels.
  5.  I married a guy with the same last name as mine. Both start with a Mc and when I got divorced, I petitioned the court to let me take my name back. You see, I put two little lines under the “c” and he doesn’t. (Yes, that’s important.)
  6. I didn’t learn how to ride a bike until I was 16 years old. (Not my fault I wasn’t gifted with balance and coordination.)
  7. I like Star Trek Next Generation better than the original Star Trek. (Sorry, Capt. Kirk.)

Well now, all done.

So, should I be having visions of pyramids and somebody named Ponzi?

Hmmm.

To learn more about the Versatile Blogger Award, go to — http://versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com/

 

What’s for dinner?


I should be fixing myself something for dinner right now but it’s one of those nights when I just can’t figure out what I want. You know what I mean?

Nothing strikes me as the least bit appetizing and, besides, my cat Emily is sitting between me and the keyboard purring up a storm. I don’t want to upset her apple cart but I am beginning to get hungry. I guess I could nudge her off the desk and slyly mosey on into the kitchen but not much gets past Emmie and I still don’t know what I want to eat.

Well, that’s not completely true. I want a big bowl of mac and cheese and some scramble fried potatoes and about a gallon of ice cream.

Can’t have it.

Sigh.

When my daughter was small, and was a very picky eater by the way, she loved mac and cheese and green beans. Sort of an odd combination in my book. Anyway, she wouldn’t eat much else for about a year. One day she decided she didn’t like green beans and then it was mac and cheese and applesauce. That lasted for about a year too. After that, it was mac and cheese and broccoli. (Her taste buds were maturing.)

She went through a spaghetti phase too so I cooked that about three times a week for a year or so. One night she wanted spaghetti and I’d run out of canned tomatoes so I ended up sauteing some sliced mushrooms with butter and garlic salt and poured them over the spaghetti. She took one look and said, “What is this? Where is the red stuff? I’m not eating this.”

So, I made her sit there while I ate. I must have made a really good show of loving that stuff because she finally started eating and even wanted seconds. Mushroom spaghetti became a staple at our house and we both still love it.

Mushroom Spaghetti:

1 lb. of Sliced Mushrooms
8 oz. of Spaghetti
2-4 Tbsp. of Butter
Garlic Salt

Heat 4 cups water until boiling. Add spaghetti and cook until tender (but not too soft). In the meantime, melt butter in a saute pan then add mushrooms. Add garlic salt to suit your taste. Saute over medium-high heat until they look like they’re supposed to.* Stir to keep from burning. When done, add spaghetti to mushrooms and mix thoroughly. Serve with french bread and steamed broccoli. Serves one adult and one slightly starved 7-year-old.

Enjoy!

*Supposed to means no longer white or hard. You know, it means just the way you like them.

Gosh, I’m hungry now.

So what exactly are the willies?


I wonder, do we use “the willies” instead of just coming right out and saying something makes us queasy? Why would “the willies” be more acceptable than queasy? What does “the willies” mean exactly?

To find out, we do what every good old girl with an Internet connection does — we Google it!

Here’s what we found:

The definition from Wiki is about the record album so let’s take a peek at the def from Dictionary.com:

wil·lies

[wil-eez]  Noun ( used with a plural verb ) Informal. nervousness or fright; jitters; creeps (usually preceded by the ): That horror movie gave me the willies.

Origin:
1895–1900, Americanism ;  origin obscure; compare -s3

Well. I guess that pretty much sums it up!

But the big question is — what gives you the willies?