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/

 

It gives all new meaning to eye apeel!


It’s my eyes. Yep, them eyes up there in the pic, they’ve got ’em — cataracts!

Turns out my peepers have had them for a long time but now they’re to the point that surgery is needed. Hmmm. Not sure how I feel about that.

On the one hand, it would be nice to be able to see better and, let’s face it, if my vision gets much worse I won’t be able to get contacts to correct it anymore. I mean that thin little disc of plastic can only do so much. And, the only other option is glasses that are thicker than Coke bottles.

On the other hand — cutting into my eyeballs — scary.

What to do?

To add to my dilemma, there are even more decisions to make. For example, which kind of lens implant do I get? I have trouble deciding which book to read. How am I ever going to decide which lens implant I need?

Help!

I know. Let’s take a poll! What do you think I should do?

Okay, here’s the options:

Option 1: Single focus lenses that will allow me to see distance but I’ll still need glasses for reading.

Option 2: Single focus lenses that correct a different problem for each eye. (I’m far-sighted in one and near-sighted in the other.) I tried this route with my first contacts. It worked but was a bit weird to get used to.

Option 3: Multi-focal lenses, what I have now, that correct both vision problems and I may or may not need glasses to read really, really fine print. (Does anybody read that stuff anyway?) I’ve had multi-focal contacts for about three years and love ’em. No problem getting used to them either.

Can’t guarantee I’ll actually do what the poll says I should do. I mean we do still have free will on this planet and, besides,  I hardly ever do what anyone else says.

Anyway, thanks for participating — if you did.

If you didn’t, please do.

I mean, haven’t you ever wanted a chance to shape the future of another human being’s eyeballs?

Gives you the willies doesn’t it?

Me too.