I feel kinda like Sally Field
You like me! You really like me!
On June 7th and again on June 13th two different bloggers nominated me for the “Inspiring Blog Award”. Apparently having your butt fall off does have its advantages, even though they are seldom very obvious. Thank you both, I’m very pleased to know my falling off a$$ has inspired you. Or perhaps it was my very favorable review of the psycho spinning instructor. It’s always good to have an inspiring psychosis, I always say. Right after I was nominated I fell into a Black Hole and didn’t get to write for two weeks. I waited to post on this because I wanted to be sure to give proper attention to these two bloggers who, seriously, really made me feel special with their very nice words and nomination.
As with anything, there are Rules.
1) Nominate fellow bloggers for this award and state why
2) Give seven personal revelations about myself that would not ordinarily appear on my blog
3) publicly thank my nominator(s)
The blogs I follow most often (and I’d like to follow more but my time is limited now) are, in no particular order other than the order they are currently open in my browser:
http://runninginmommyland.com/ A mom of twins who completed her first marathon this past Spring, I am inspired by a mom who manages to fit in parenting twins and training for a marathon, something I could not accomplish until my guys were 16 years old. She openly and lovingly shares her struggles and her joys; I love reading her posts and remembering the times of my children’s youth.
http://kittybloger.wordpress.com/author/quetal2/ I guess in the strictest sense someone posting cute and funny pics of cats and kittens isn’t incredibly inspiring like training for marathons – but she makes my day! I don’t know where she finds these pics and vids but they are always good for a smile in the morning.
http://inspiringandhealthyrunninginlondon.wordpress.com Here’s inspiring: She runs for Team in Training. AWE.SOME. And lives in London. Which means she types with an English accent. I try to read her blog with an English accent but mine is deplorable. My southern accent isn’t much better.
http://annewoodman.wordpress.com/ Whom I believe I’ve nominated before, if so sorry for the duplication, but I love her blogs, love her style and love interacting with her. I think if we lived next door to each other we’d be talking over the fence every day.
The nominators, and two ladies whom I follow regularly, are (in order of date nominating me)
http://rebuildingholly.wordpress.com/ Another writer I’ve been following almost since I started blogging, altho I’m not sure how she found me, I think if we met over drinks we’d immediately be friends and within 15 minutes laughing at inside jokes.
http://middleagedwomanontherun.com/ This lady I do know personally and she’s quite a go-getter. Joining the Women Run/Walk Memphis program last year, she took off like a shot, almost immediately started planning a race to benefit the Ronald McDonald House for St. Jude and is now planning to do her first marathon for St. Jude in December. WHOA. Sometimes after I read her I need nap. She’s on FIRE.
Seven things that do not ordinarily appear in my blog (who are we kidding? Everything ends up in my blog. I’ll just fake some stuff.)
1. My real name. Hermione Bloodstone Smythe-Hawke
2. I lie. But I’ve always liked the sound of Hermione Bloodstone Smythe-Hawke which I would pronounce with a long “I” in Smythe.
3. If I were Hermione Bloodstone Smythe-Hawk I would have long, curling, wild red hair which would always be coming loose from its pinnings.
4. If I were HBSH I would run wild through the moors, climbing trees and catching fish with my bare hands, charming the local smithy’s son who was really a prince who was placed with the smithy for his safety during an uprising.
5. If I were HBSH my mother would ruefully reprimand me every time I came home with scratched knees and a torn dress.
6. If I were HBSH I would live in England and have an English accent and I would not know I had an accent. I would foolishly think I spoke normally and everyone else had the accent.
7. Whenever I sit at my desk I end up kicking off my shoes. Sometimes I have 3-4 pair of shoes under my desk before I carry them back upstairs. Today I got up to go to the kitchen and wondered why my shoes felt funny. This is why: