And the Winner is…….Me

Well, 1 Funky Woman picked me out of the eleventy million blogs she reads everyday for a Stylish Blogger Award and for that I thank her. There are a few rules in accepting the crown, no tattoos like Sheldon so I can be a winner.

a) Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
b) Share 7 things about yourself
c) Award 15 recently discovered bloggers
d) Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award

No problem, I can share 7 things, the problem is that I have a tendency to over share. Sometimes I think I’m just saying it in my head, not out loud. Sheesh.

1. We did not own a television set until I was 12 years old. My parents thought it would turn our minds to sh*t. Okay they were right, it has. My dad Buzz, tried to restrict us to 1 hour a day, by putting a lock on the end. Little did he know Brother Marky Mark picked the lock and forced us to watch John Wayne movies every afternoon. He suspected something was up though since he felt the top of the TV every night but never caught us in the act.

2. Not having a TV forced me to read, when tested in high school they discovered I could read over 1500 words per minute. Shocking to all of us, but maybe explaining why I can speak 1500 words per minute. This only benefited me in reading Fabio like gothic novels and oddly enough Shakespeare. It also translated into reading a book a day until I had Sheldon. Now all I have time for is US Weekly Magazine while having a pedicure.

3. As many of you may not know, I am an avid horse back rider. When I was 17 years old I was the Junior Jumper State Champion and ranked 20th Nationally. Sold same said horse to the Japanese Equestrian team and he went to the 1984 Olympics. Maybe it was all the whips, chains and leather that appealed to me.

4. Again, my parents were all about improving our minds and not letting us waste ourselves. They forced all of us to take Latin and Typing in high school. It ended badly with missing my Latin final to sunbathe and typing 65 words per minute in my apology letter to my teacher.

5. When I was 16 years old my mother tried to run me over with her VW bug. In her mind she barely bumped me, it couldn’t have possibly been that this was the year all 7 of us were teenagers at the same time and she was on the brink. I’m sure I was the perfect, hardly any worries child, ah yeah.

6. As a child bride I actually grew 2 inches taller after I wed the Big Tuna. Thus recapping my youth as the tallest freaking girl in the Tri State area.

7. Finally, why blog? People have always said I’m the funniest person they ever met. But I started this in the Spring 2010 as a way to honor and remember my mom who had died a few months before. In addition to a world class cook, she made me and my family everything we are today. Every time I blog, it’s a way to keep her with me everyday. Miss you mom.

So here is the recipe that ties this little blog together so no one starves to death. I’m giving a quick recipe for sauce.

Hollandaise Sauce
3 egg yolks
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Dash salt
Dash cayenne pepper
½ cup butter, melted

Combine eggs, lemon juice, salt and pepper and pulse gently in a blender. Turn blender on high and SLOWLY add hot melted butter. You can use for eggs benedict, broccoli or asparagus. An easy way to impress people into thinking you can actually cook.

Gosh, I’ve read so many of your blogs and comments and feel like we’re all BFF’s so no one hate me for not making the list but here is my list of 15 bloggers.

Mrs. 4444 of Half Past Kissing Time

Sandra at Absolutely Narcissism

I’m so Fancy

Modern Mom at How to Survive Life in The Suburbs

Java at Never Growing Old

Missy at Is It Just Me

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded

Blue skies and yellow dogs

My Big Secret Blog

Teens and a Toddler

The Meanest Mom

Dbs at think.stew

Tickets for Two

View from a Shoe

Not Blessed Mom

I would encourage all of you to visit and comment all the lovely ladies, and Dbs at think.stew. I’m sure he’s lovely too and pass it on peeps.