Honored. Speechless. Humbled. Those three words can be used to best describe my thoughts and feelings after seeing my nomination for the “Very Inspiring Blogger”award from the amazing lady over at My Perfect Breakdown. When I saw ‘waiting for baby bird’ listed as one of the blogs that inspires her, I couldn’t believe it! My blog is inspirational to someone else? How exciting!
I know that for some, receiving blogger awards can be misconstrued, depending on your personal views, as either something wonderful (who doesn’t like awards?) or as an annoyance (a chain letter that involves work). I personally find this award wonderful and I’m truly honored and rendered speechless that someone else would find my ramblings and story inspiring. Also, I love being able to nominate and showcase fellow bloggers who have supported, encouraged, and inspired me through out my journey in life. So thank you My Perfect Breakdown for this amazing nomination and opportunity. You are truly a wonderful person with such an upbeat and positive outlook on life. You always seem to put a smile on my face with your supporting and encouraging comments and your posts always remind me to stay positive in the midst of life’s storms. So, thank you for the smiles you bring and this award you have given.
But how does one accept this award? Do I put on a fancy dress and stroll down the red carpet? Do I attend a luncheon where I will be awarded my trophy and required to give an acceptance speech? Nope! In order to accept this award, I must first give seven facts about myself and then nominate 15 other bloggers who have inspired me. In an effort to spice up this post, I was going to give you seven random and quirky facts that even my best friend doesn’t know, but then realized you might not even know the “general” facts; therefore, I will save the quirky ones for another blog post. So without further ado, let’s get this acceptance speech rollin’, shall we? Drum roll please…
1. I love organizing (I inherited this from my Mommers). You will not find a “junk drawer” in my house because everything is organized and in its perfect place. This is almost borderline OCD. Furthermore, my label maker is my best friend and I derive much satisfaction after using it. therefore, if it can be labled, then it . With that being said, all of the file folders in my office are labeled, the spices in the spice cabinet have been labeled, the containers in the pantry are also sportin their own name tag, every single storage bin contains a labeled list of the contents inside, and I have even labeled my label maker. Just kidding on the last one, but I probably would if I knew no one would make fun of me.
2. I must have chips (preferably Wavy Lays Hickory BBQ) smashed inside my sandwiches. In addition, if my sandwich does not poop out Mayonnaise when I take a bite, then there isn’t enough and so I must add more.
3. I shamefully drink at least one McDonald’s Diet Coke a day. I haven’t figured out what they lace it with, but whatever it is, I am highly addicted. You can sell all of my prized possessions and even make me eat dog food for a month, but PLEASE do not take away my daily Diet Cokes.
4. In the last three years I have developed ADHD, but only when watching movies. I am not joking! I can’t sit still long enough to get passed the first credits.
5. I married my 6th grade boyfriend. Our love story is like that straight out of a sappy, lovey dovey Hallmark movie if I do say so myself. While living in Florida during my younger and much cuter years, I met my future hubs in the fifth grade and immediately thought he was dorky. He waved his hands to classical music after lunch, wore turtle necks almost every day, and kept his hair swooped to the side. But by the sixth grade, cupid hit me with his arrow and his solid colored turtle necks and dorky personality made him the boy of my dreams. We never had a chance to become high school or college sweet hearts because after my eighth grade year, my Daddyo and Mommers moved me and my brother to Illinois in order to be closer to family. However despite the miles between us, we still kept in touch occasionally by chatting on Yahoo Messenger (old school) or sending the occasional letter (seriously old school). As years passed, I always thought he was cute. I always thought he was sweet and I always knew he would make an amazing husband to a very lucky lady; I just never thought that lucky lady would be me.On August 17th, 2006, after only six short months of long distance dating in college, my sixth grade boyfriend and I said our “I Do’s” on the beautiful sandy beaches of the U.S. Virgin Islands. Sappy? Yep!
6. I hate doing simple chores around the house. For example, I despise filling the ice trays or making the bed. But I love scrubbing the bath tub, cleaning the toilet, mopping the floors, and folding the laundry. I know, I’m weird.
7. I care too much about what others think of me. I have to constantly remind myself that I do not need the approval of man, but only the approval of God. His opinion of me is what matters most and He will always think of me as nothing short of amazing. That’s not being prideful, that’s just what His word says. Don’t believe me? I give you proof 🙂
God takes great delight in me and He sings over me.
“The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.