The Versatile Blogger Award

An award? For me? That never happens!

If you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, I have been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by the lovely Kaitlin over at Here’s to Twenty Something. Check out her blog — she posts about the important things like dating, working, mental health, fashion — really anything and everything — about living life as a twenty-something. She’s super cool and reading her posts feels like receiving one big virtual hug. Thanks Kaitlin!

It’s taken me way too long to finally publish this post, but I’m here now!

The rules are as follows:

Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Nominate at least 15 bloggers of your choice.
Link the nominees and inform them about their nomination.
Share 7 facts about yourself.

I figured this was the perfect opportunity to share more stuff about myself because what else is a blog for except to reveal to strangers what you often can’t even reveal to your closest friends. (Just kidding – but like not at all.)

So, without further ado, I suppose I should get to this fact-sharing.

Now, I should warn you. I’m horrible at this. By the time I publish this post I can guarantee that I will have spent hours, maybe even days, struggling to come up with something to share. I’ve never been one for talking about myself. (Yeah, right, I have a blog — so that obviously means I’m super self-involved.)

But when it comes to games like 2 Truths and A Lie (the rules are simple — you share two truths and one lie about yourself, and everyone in the circle has to guess which is the lie) and other ice-breaker games of that nature, I freeze up. Half the time I end up telling one truth and two lies or all lies or all truths. I just embarrass myself.

In fact, can that be my first fact? I’m gonna go for it.

Fact One: I despise ice breaker games.

And honestly, are there really any people in this world that like them? Here’s a good thing about graduating from college, kids — there’s a good chance you never have to be subjected to these horrible games again. You can peacefully continue repressing that memory from your freshman orientation being forced to participate in a round of platonic speed dating, where you could only come up with 30 seconds of small talk about yourself and spend the rest of the one minute, 30 seconds in awkward silence with that guy that plays hockey and shaves his arm hair.

Fact Two: I enjoy singing.

I always have. It all started with my mom. She sang (and still does sing) at church. When I was at school masses (hurrah for Catholic school memories), I used to sing louder than anyone else. Then, one day, my teacher complimented my singing voice in front of the whole class. At first I felt flattered and proud, and then when I saw some boy snickering out of the corner of my eye, I was instantly deflated. I didn’t sing at church anymore. I never joined a choir until I was a junior in high school, and it soon became my favorite thing in the world. I should have been singing the whole time. Granted, I’ll never be belting it on Broadway or anything, but I will toot my own horn a bit and say I’m pretty damn good.

Fact Three: I’m not a big fan of the beach.

I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those old people who fly south for the winter, kicking it in Florida during the coldest months of the year, because I just don’t like the beach. Those classic tropical vacations that everyone seems to love so much, sound like my worst nightmare. First off, I hate seagulls (birds of any kind can just fuck off, in my opinion). Second, I become a lobster after just half an hour in the sun unless I constantly reapply my SPF 75+++. Third, sand somehow manages to get into every crevice — crevices I didn’t even know I had. Fourth, I can’t wear oversized sweaters and leggings, my go-to outfit. Instead, take me to to the mountains. Let me roam around in a puffy coat and defrost my nose in front of a fire at the end of the day with a good cup of hot coffee. That’s the life.

Fact Four: I’ve only been to four countries besides the USA.

Canada, Italy, Ireland, United Kingdom (England, Scotland, & Wales — I never got to Northern Ireland, though). I’d like to get my butt to some more places, of course. If you haven’t seen my travel bucket list, check it out (shameless plug). Finally, I’ve reached a point financially where I can start thinking about going someplace new. There have been rudimentary talks about Iceland. Hopefully I didn’t just jinx it.

Fact Five: I really really REALLY want a dog.

The Westminster Dog Show is my favorite television program. I want a big dog too — one to protect me, one to wrap my arms around and give big bear hugs to. My dream dog — A Bernese Mountain Dog. I mean, look at that face.


Fact Six: My biggest pet peeve is shh-ing.

Shushing? How to do you even really spell that vile act? It’s horrible either way. The sound is so jarring to me — nails-on-a-chalkboard-esque. If someone dares utter “Shh” to me, I will drop any previously good feelings I ever had or would have had about them. I mean, the condescension of it! Telling me outright to “Shut up” would be less rude in my opinion. Use your words!

Fact Seven: I once dressed up in a full bear suit for a play.

I’ve saved the weirdest for last, I guess. If you’ve ever read the play Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry, maybe you’ll understand what I’m talking about. I was assistant director for the show, and we needed an extra person to play the bear (there’s a scene with a bear attack – it’s hard to explain). I got into the bear costume during intermission and got to walk among the audience members anonymously. I even sat down to watch the play until it was my turn to go onstage, for which I simply got up and left. People were so confused. It was one of my proudest moments. It’s why I miss theater.

It had a scary face.

Now that I’ve rambled on about myself for far too long, it comes the time to I nominate my fellow bloggers! I’m going to break the rules here because I’m so new to WordPress and don’t follow a whole bunch of bloggers yet. So I’m going to limit myself to 3, but I think they’re all swell. Whether they participate in this is up to them, but regardless, you should check them out and spread some love to them like it’s a disease:

The Shameful Sheep


That Weird Brown Girl

Go Go! Spread love!

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