The ever-wonderful Kerflop invited me to join the 30 Tiny Moments Flickr Pool. Thirty days of your daily moments. Won’t you join us?
I am chuckling to myself over that title as once of my favourite quotes is, “It’s not about you”. Hence, it is all about me(me).
In boring blog news:
- They are going to drag out the results of the Canadian Blog Awards over the next seven days. So? I am singing to myself. Have patience, have patience…
- A few of you told me you wanted me to edit photos for you…and I have not received them. Tomorrow is Friday…
*After I hit “publish” on this post, my site DISAPPEARED FOR TWO HOURS.
I MAY HAVE PEED A LITTLE.
*Ahem*
Next up: Meme
The last time I did a meme (too lazy to look for the link) I had some people comment that they were not sure what a meme was. Basically is something that someone tags you with (or you tag yourself with) and everybody gets to learn more about you. Or me, as we are on my site.
I have done my share of memes since I started blogging (many of which you can find on my About Me page). I generally feel I am a bit memed-out. I think I have shared way too much enough about myself already. Then there is the tagging part of the meme. I never know who likes to be tagged and who does not. The people pleaser in me does not want to make people uncomfortable. She also does not want to make anyone who is not tagged feel left out. Sigh.
I am still dealing with my nasty cold over here. I will not whine and complain too much, seeing as how I am not a man and therefore do not have a Man Cold.
But if you are wondering? I am coughing, sneezing, and going through my body weight in tissues every hour or so. I have that awful tickly-nose feeling and am amazed at the rate at which my body produces mucous. I will spare you a photo of my tissue pile. And of my face smothered in Vaseline to prevent my nose from turning all red and flaky.
Watery eyes, a red nose and a Vaseline-glistening face. Hottest Mommy Blogger? Ha! My chances are not good for that one.
Hello, everyone. Miss Emily here, reporting for duty.
I may have only started stringing two words together, but I am quite adept with my typing skills. What? You don’t believe me? It is true!
I can also testify that pigs fly and that monkeys have flown out of my brother’s butt. I should mention the twelve prancing unicorns that live in our backyard. There are also special fairies that do all sorts of stuff around here! There is the Cleaning Fairy, the Cooking Fairy, and even the Laundry Fairy.
I live in a truly magical land.
I have often referred to myself as a Type A personality. I even took an online quiz a while back and confirmed my status as the anal-retentive uber-organized and responsible Type A.
Shocking. Us Type A’s do not need a quiz to tell us what we already know. We are organized. We like lists. We are likely the eldest child. We also like to take quizzes to confirm things that we already know. Because apparently we need random quizzes to give us confirmation.
*Ahem*
