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/

 

Work Commute (aka: A Mini Rant)


I really shouldn’t complain because I can work at home a many as four days a week if I choose to. Instead I work at home, on average, two days a week. The other three days a week, I have a one hour (give or take a few minutes) commute to work and then, of course, another hour back home.

I have a love hate relationship with my commute.

On the one hand, I get to listen to great music and I get a Sausage Egg McMuffin, too. (Don’t knock it ’til you try it.)

On the other hand, there’s traffic.

I’ve never gotten along very well with traffic. I suppose I’m just too impatient. I don’t curse much except when I’m driving and then can make a sailor blush.

I could drive my 30 plus miles on the interstate but, as a general rule, prefer the scenic route. It’s about a mile longer, but doesn’t take any more time at all. And, there aren’t four lanes of one and a half ton flying objects to make me crazy.

There are, however, a few things about my route that bother me just a tad. For example, it’s pretty much a two-lane road all the way and the places where I can pass a slow-moving vehicle are few and far between.

Ever been behind a pickup pulling a landscaping trailer full of mulch that’s going 40 miles an hour in a 55 mile an hour zone and you’re late for work? It’s not pretty. I mean what goes on in my car, not what’s on the trailer. Though, that view does leave a lot to be desired.

Then there are the folks that plan to make a left turn and start slowing down about two miles before they get to their turnoff. And they don’t give a signal. They just start slowly slowing down until you begin to wonder if they’ve fallen asleep.

Oh well, it could be a lot worse and, besides, I get to enjoy the scenery a lot more at 55 miles an hour than I would at 70 or 80 miles and hour. All I really have to keep an eye out for are the state troopers and the sheriff and the skunks. Dead skunk is just not a pleasant way to start your day.

So, what’s your commute like? What pushes your tick-off button when you’re on the road?

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?