So. During the past *mumble six mumble* months, several people bestowed blogging awards on me. I thanked them properly at the time. Except for one #Janfail, in which I improperly saved another award which Hart Johnson gave me, I even snuggled my prizes upon occasion. They provided me with a warm and goodly glow.
But I didn’t thank the givers here, nor continue their accompanying memes.
Today’s post will address half the deficiency, then throw in an extra Tarty twist.
To:
- Hart Johnson, for being my sister Tart, for your unflagging energy which allows you to write blog posts every day, work fulltime and still achieve an impressive wordcount…
- Medeia Sharif, for being one of the readingest people I know, as well as a dedicated teacher, blogger and writer…
- Roz Morris, for your unending supply of writing tips, wonderful blog redesign, and for gorgeous hair — which alone would make you an honorary Tart, if you wished to be one…
- And The Botanist, for your Canadian citizenship and your unflinching pride in your lack of hair, as manifested in your blog’s name: The Bald Patch…
To each and every one of you who saw fit to cheer me on in what might well have been a dark writing day, please rise and receive your own award.
The requirements are thus:
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Please simply accept this as my thanks for including me in your community of writerly friends.
Well, no wonder it took 6 months for this post…look at the beauty of your “Citrusy Blogger” award badge. Now, that is some talent!
You are a much better person than I am. In a recent post, I basically told my award givers, “thanks, but no thanks…” Awards stress me out — is that wrong?
Amanda, it’s neither right nor wrong. It’s how you feel.
If I were to be perfectly consistent, like my abolition of #WW and #FF, I would hand out this “award” to everyone who owns a blog who’s ever: put me in their blogroll, quoted me, commented here, or been otherwise encouraging. Like yourself, for instance. 🙂 But I’ve been overthinking things lately and I had this little photoshop experiment and I decided to go for it. Just don’t count on it coming around again. 😉 I reserve the right to be inconsistent like all human beings.
As for the memes that accompany awards, they can either be a shackle or a gift, depending upon their demands. So if they don’t suit you, I say shuck them without a second thought. Guilt should be a four letter word, and not the one that stands for something delightful.
Jan, I am honoured, and my hair is doubly so. Do I want to be a tart? You bet. Keep tarting.
I would love to give blogger awards to all the lovely bloggers who have supported my blogs and been so kind! Unfortunately, I totally stink at creating awards, so I do the next best thing–I visit and comment (and use the word blog in as many ways as possible, because let’s face it–blog is a funny word.)
There, Jan, I have bestowed upon you my bloggery award! ;-D
Lovely post,
Teresa
Roz, then consider yourself so-dubbed. 😉 Also, thank you for the RT on FB!
Teresa, I think the visiting and commenting isn’t so “next”. In fact, I think it’s quite wonderful. Danka, sweets, and ditto. I am at the library at present, trying to get some offline work done. (Ha!) Will be by your place later.
Silly Jan! Gilt IS a four-letter word. Oh wait, darn homonyms.
🙂 Sometimes you have to be wary of that kind, too. Especially if it turns your ring finger green.
Awww, I blush. 🙂
I love the award. For some reason I can see it on my Blackberry but not on my computer. I’ll switch connections and see if I can save it and put it on my blog. Now my blog will have citrus-y goodness.
Jan-thank you so much! I feel very honored to be recipient of a specially made award! It isn’t THERE just at the mo, but I suspect it is my computer, so I will come back in a bit and grab it!
Medeia and Hart, sorry! I’m glad you said something. I did a reload and if there are still problems, see the mea culpa post above. Mwaaa, ladies! Thanks for being a big part of my blogging journey.
I didn’t see the image first time around either. It’s there now and it all suddenly makes sense.
I am deeply honoured, Jan. A custom-made award like this is a rare treat. Mmmm…zesty
🙂 You are welcome. And next time, please feel free to say something or e-mail me! I feel like I accidentally gave you guys an empty gift box.