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One Lovely Blog Award

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A big thank you to Jocelyn at shewhohears/aspiritualwanderersperspective for the nomination.  “Joss” is a woman who has struggled with homelessness and addiction.  She is open and honest when she writes about her struggles and her determination to make a better world for herself.  It is heartbreaking but also inspiring.  If you don’t already follow her, give her a read.

The Rules:

1.  Display the award on a post.

2.  Thank the person who nominated you.

3.  Share 7-15 facts about yourself.

4.  Nominate 9-15 bloggers for the award.

 

Facts About Me:

1.  I was diagnosed with an almost perfect eidetic memory.  (Had I honed it, I might could be working for…I don’t know…somebody who gives a shit?)

2.  My ring finger is longer than my index finger on both hands, which supposedly means that I am charming, pragmatic, incredibly compassionate, an excellent problem solver and I would make a great engineer, soldier or CEO.
It says if you are none of those, it may be time to re-evaluate.  (What the fuck does that mean?  Chop off the tips of my fingers?)

3.  The older I get, the better my eyesight gets.  (Now, if everything else begins to regenerate, you may have to start calling me Benjameena Button.)

4.  I had natural childbirth with all four of my children.  I never screamed once but I was screamed at and admonished for asking for a sip of water.  (If I could do it all over, I would say “bring me some drugs and while you’re at it….tell that piece of shit asshole to get the fuck out of here.”)

5.  People have looked at me and said “you don’t have a mean bone in your body, do you?”  (True…but if you betray me or fuck with one of my children, I will tell you to be afraid.  Be VERY afraid.)

6.  I have been told that I would be an excellent investigative reporter or an undercover police officer.  (I can go from my sweet Southern Belle “I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers” to a badass who will say “I will drop you where you fucking stand.”)

7.  I had Scarlet Fever when I was a child, which went untreated and consequently damaged my heart.  I now suffer from SVT.  (Hey.  After having being damaged and broken so many times, if my poor little heart can still beat 220 times a minute, I know I’m not dead.)

8.  I love to walk through The Home Depot and Lowes’.  I also love it when some little snot-nosed guy asks where my husband is, if I have a question.  (“See this chainsaw, Jack?  I know how to crank it and I know how to use it.  If you ask me that again, I am going to cut off all the protruding parts of your body and that includes that itty bitty thing in your pants.”)

9.  I love potted meat, although I don’t eat it anymore.  It was one of the few “meats” that my grandparents could afford.  (For those of you who don’t know what it is, I think it’s made from frog hairs, fish eyes, chicken beaks and discarded penis foreskin.  Yum.)

10.  When I was born, the doctor told my mama and daddy that they had a ten pound baby boy.  (Since I’m a girl, could it be possible that when the circumcision was being performed, the scalpel slipped?  Hey. Maybe my little dingy ended up in a can of potted meat.)


My Nominees:

I nominate anybody who would like to participate.

37 thoughts on “One Lovely Blog Award

  1. Yay! Congrats! Love your facts. The very fact that you can make me smile as I currently am enveloped in darkness, says something extraordinary about you, in itself! Tomorrow Sunday, I hope to have one happy post aswell as one or two dark posts. Yes, that is how effed up I am! LOL. Big hugs and a big congrats on nominations, much deserved. 💙

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    • Thanks! (I had to go back and look at #5.)
      I just didn’t let anybody mess with my children. They used to say “obviously you don’t know who my mom is.” LOL
      And…after the shit the Loser pulled…he found out in a hot minute that after forty years of his tyranny…I finally pushed the fuck back. I no longer “shut up” as he once said.

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        • Yes. He was “supposed” to have boys because that’s what he had been taught by his mama. Hmm. Had three girls. It was my fault because I was too skinny…and I was too skinny because I didn’t know how to cook….but the best was….
          I was begging him to ask the nurse if I could (after almost 28 hours of labor) have a sip of water.
          He threw his book across the room and said “just shut up and have the fucking kid.”

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            • My children were all relatively small. I was as health as a horse…just thin. If you call yelling at me support….well, yeah. I guess he did. When the second one was born, he left that morning, went out drinking with one of his buddies and never came back until the next afternoon when it was time for us to leave the hospital. He was a real prize.

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                  • It was more of keeping the family together I take it ? I’m so very sorry. Seems he believed himself superior and women were only for breeding. I wonder was he ever around with the kids ?

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                    • He definitely thought he was superior…and no…he wasn’t around for them except to ignore them or yell at them. Now that’s he’s retired and trying to impress his tramp, he’s pretending to care about them…and they’re eating it up.

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                    • Oh no…he’s not doing penance…I am.
                      He still has the love and respect of his friends and family…and my children…he’s retired…shacking up with the WTC…made sure that he and that WTC are #1….his life is GREAT!

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