Chrissey over at Unabridged Sass was kind enough to nominate me for the One Lovely Blog Award! I’m super honored and excited to participate; thank you Chrissey for thinking of me and this silly little blog of mine.
I absolutely love Chrissey’s blog, it’s a glorious mix of all the things a lifestyle blog should be without all the BS that so many lifestyle blogs lean towards. She’s honest, she’s witty and, probably most importantly she delivers the appropriate amount of sass.
So go check her out, like right now, I’ll wait. Do you need the link again? Go, I’ll be here when you get back.
Here are the rules:
- Thank the person that nominated you and leave a link to their blog
- Post about the award
- Share 7 facts about yourself
- Nominate at most 15 people
- Tell your nominees the good news!
Seven things about me:
1. I learned to straighten my hair on accident.
In 7th grade, I was curling my bangs*, with my mother’s lime green curling iron from the 1970s. I pulled the rod downward on accident and the piece of hair came out straight. It was magic and I spent hours experimenting.
2. I’m obsessed with my cat.
I talk to him all the time and treat him like my baby. He’s a perfect little flop and I love him more than most people.
3. Boyfriend and I say “peekaboo” when we pass gas.
It started with a video of a bird saying peekaboo. I don’t remember why. But it’s been two years of this.
4. I have an overactive imagination.
It’s what makes me both a good writer and completely unable to watch horror movies.
5. I have no modesty when it comes to bowel movements and stomach stuff.
I spent most of my Peace Corps service stomach-sick which made me take a lot of desperate actions I’m not proud of**, so I don’t hesitate to tell people I need to poop or I’m going off to poop now.
6. I’m an introvert.
But not necessarily that shy, those aren’t the same. I actually like other humans and I spend my day talking in front of young humans, but I need alone time to survive.
7. I collected spoons from different states as a kid.
I don’t remember how it started but I had 44 spoons by late middle school because my family traveled a lot. I think they’re in a box in my parents house now, but they’ll probably end up on my wall at some point.
And now to spread the love, I’d like to nominate:
Best of luck.
*Oh, middle school Becca, this was such a bad look for you, my friend…
** I’m referring to 100% crapping my pants. Multiple times. And also the one time I couldn’t take another pants-crapping so I found a bucket in the corner of some shed. There weren’t a lot of bathrooms, ok?