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I Got This Instead Of A Golden Statuette

The day I was Freshly Pressed, the gifted author of The Book of Alice – an utterly charming blog about parenting by the mother of an adorable toddler named Alice – bestowed upon The Paltry Meanderings of a Taller Than Average Woman , the highly-coveted 7×7 Link Blog Award. After gushing and blushing appropriately, I came to realize that I was now expected to do something. What, you ask? Hire Brad Goreski (screw Rachel Zoe and the toothpick she rode in on) to select the perfect couture gown for me to wear to the awards ceremony? No. Write a sanctimonious acceptance speech in which I take credit for killing Osama bin Laden and inventing paper clips? Uh-uh. Polish my golden statuette? Nope. Apparently, I don’t get a shiny trophy to set on my fireplace mantle – which is a good thing because then I’d have to go out and buy a fireplace. With a mantle. This blogging thing is getting expensive. But I do have to do something. Twenty-one somethings to be exact:

1) Reveal seven things about myself that you don’t already know (a.k.a. PART ONE);

2) Link seven of my posts to the following categories: Most Surprisingly Successful, Most Underrated, Most Popular, Most Beautiful, Most Helpful, Most Controversial and Most Pride-Worthy (a.k.a. PART TWO); and

3) Bestow this tremendous award – and responsibility – upon seven other bloggers and share with you why I believe they are so deserving (a.k.a. PART THREE).

Now, PART ONE is simple. I know thousands of things about myself. Billions, really, since I’m not a Creationist. PART TWO was a little trickier until yesterday. See, the day I won this award, I only had five blog posts – and one of them barely counts because it’s just a photo, followed by an excuse for not having written a real post. Now I have a few more and that should make my responses a little more interesting. PART THREE was also a challenge because I hadn’t had the opportunity to read many blogs yet – and I’m not one to run around, handing out 7×7 colored stars willy-nilly to random people just ’cause they’ve got a catchy blog name and know about RSS feeds (which I don’t!)

PART ONE

This first part has got to be my favorite. Why? Because I’m going to pretend that I’m completing the “20 Things You Don’t Know About Me” questionnaire that’s published every week in US Magazine, but I’m going to stop at number seven. Not really, but I’m going to keep the other thirteen in my jewelry box until the tabloids come a callin’.

1) My first crush was William Shatner. I was five. I can prove it and that makes me cooler than all the hipsters out there who have suddenly discovered my man, Bill, in the last few years. Yeah, I’m talking to you, Seth MacFarlane.

My Personal Scrapbook Circa 1974 - My Love For Shatner Was Loud And Proud (Image Courtesy of Cristy Lewis)

2) Though I’m sure my cats all know my actual name, I think they call me “Food Lady” when I’m not listening. But they spell it “Fud Ladee.” At least that’s how they write it on my birthday cards.

3) When I was in high school, I’d planned to have seven children. As it turns out, I have no kids, but I’m very fond of dwarves and little people. Also, I’d consider renting someone’s child on occasion in exchange for blood or a spare kidney, should the need arise.

4) I saw Stephen King tonight at the movie theater. This is the second time we’ve passed through one another’s orbits. The other time was at Barnes & Noble. I thought about talking to him that night, but what would I say? “I’m batshit terrified of clowns and it’s all your fault.” Like he’s never heard that before.

Pennywise The Clown - The Reason I Didn't Sleep A Wink In 1986. Thanks, Stephen King! (Image courtesy of reelgoddess.com)

5) I’m the direct descendant of the second and third people (and first married couple, ever) to be put to death for witchcraft in America. So don’t piss me off  ’cause that magic shit might be genetic.

6) If I was filthy rich, I’d pay someone to ride a horse up and down the cobblestone street in front of the fabulous London townhome I’d own every night until I fell asleep. The sound of horses’ hooves on stone is like rain to me. Oh, and the rider would be naked except for a thong and a sombrero. That last part’s just for kicks.

7) My husband and I sleep under a red, plaid blanket emblazoned with the Hogwarts coat of arms every night. It’s soft, it protects our pretty comforter and the cats like to knead it. I like Harry Potter. There, I’ve said it. I’ve read all the books and own all the movies. I identify with Hermoine Granger. Butter beer is amazing (especially served up with a butterscotch garnish) and one of our cats looks a lot like Mrs. Norris. Wanna fight about it?

Hogwarts Coat Of Arms - Protecting The Lewis Family From Bedbugs and Sharp Cat Claws Nightly (Image courtesy of Wikipedia)

PART TWO

Oscar Wilde - The Godfather of Wit

Most Surprisingly Successful: Why I Hate Witty People  I’d have to say that this is my most surprisingly successful post because it was catapulted from absolute obscurity to the front page of Freshly Pressed without warning. In fact, I wasn’t really sure what Freshly Pressed was, how one made its pages or if I even wanted to be there. For the record, I’m no longer confused about the latter; it was an awesome ride and I definitely would love to be there again. People keep finding this post and identifying with it in one way or another (apparently, there are an awful lot of unpopular witty people out there) – and that is just Wilde. Ha ha. I did it. I inserted a pun and there’s nothing you can do about.

Most Underrated:  In Search of  “The Holy White Man”  This post was actually doing pretty well until I was Freshly Pressed, and then Why I Hate Witty People kinda stole its thunder. I’m wondering if people think that this is some spiritual piece about my search for Jesus. It’s not. In fact, Jesus is ruled out early on. And, for the record, I’m not searching for him. I’m agnostic. But there may be a Holy White Man out there – a “being” to whom my friend’s aunt used to pray and call by this incredibly racist name – and I’ve got some theories about who this dude could be. And it’s not Chuck Norris. Ever since he endorsed Newt Gingrich, he’s become a pussy in my book.

Not "The Holy White Man" I Was Blogging About

Most Popular: Based on the sheer number of hits and “likes,” Why I Hate Witty People remains, without a doubt, the most popular post on my blog so far. That said, my page Copyright Stuff has garnered a surprising amount of interest. People, it’s just basic copyright language. It says that you don’t get to steal my stuff and, if you do, I get your first child’s kidney.  Why so interested? You planning on stealing my stuff? Has your firstborn been annoying the heck out of you and only has one kidney? Erm, that’s murder, you know. Bloggy don’t play that!

Fine! Uncle Danny Is Way Cuter Than Me (Image courtesy of Cristy Lewis)

Most Beautiful: I suppose if I was a really arrogant little twat, I’d say my About Me page is the most beautiful – because it features a photo of…well, me. But, honestly, people, the photo of me with my recently-deceased Uncle Danny in Farewell, My Favorite Redneck is much cuter, so check that out instead. Oh, yeah, I guess it’s also my most beautiful post because it is my heartfelt tribute to my favorite redneck, Daniel Drymon, whom I’ve known and adored since birth. If you want to see a sliver of who I am and where I come from, this is the best set of window blinds to peek through. It’s also an opportunity to discover what a groovy guy my uncle was…even if none of the stuffed dead animals in his living room agree with that notion.

Most Helpful: Considering the number of sauce addicts who have admitted their problem in the Comments section alone of my post, Hittin’ The Sauce Hard, I’ve got to assume that I’m helping my readers with this one. Admitting you have a problem is the most important step, right? Writing this post helped me come out of the pantry as well. Now that people know about my little problem, they’re going to ask that bottles be removed from tables at restaurants and they’ll raise an eyebrow the next time I order a filet mignon. I suspect I will also receive a number of spoons for Christmas next year. Didn’t get that last reference? Then read the post, silly. In the meantime, I’ve got to run to the store. I hear there’s a BOGO on A1 Steak Sauce at Publix!

A1 Steak Sauce - An Addiction To This Could Cost You A Kidney, But That's What Kids Are For
Clearly, God didn't like the tall guy, Robert Wadlow, much. He died at the age of 22.

Most Controversial: Without a doubt, 5 Reasons Why God Loves Short People Best seems to strike readers in the very marrow of their bones. It can’t be helped that some people’s bones are longer than others. Dozens of shrimpy, little half-pints have taken the time to comment on why they disagree with my belief that the Christian God loves them in the same way he loves the Jews – they’re His chosen people. They’re His favorites. Likewise, lots of lovely, lanky tall people with their ankles exposed to the elements also commented that they agreed heartily with this proposition, though most seem happily inclined to remain the minions of short people, forever handing the squatty ones jars of mustard off the shelves they can’t reach. Actually, I seemed to have garnered a number of both tall and undertall readers with the post – and I’m grateful. Like I said earlier, I’m quite fond of dwarves and little people.

Most Pride-Worthy: Ever created something so heinous, so awful, so painfully bad that you know it will never bring joy to another human being (Kathy Hilton – now’s your time to speak up!)? Back in college, I did such a thing when I wrote – against my will, I might add – the sonnet, “How Ironic,” about my dead dog, Daisy. In my post, The World’s Worst Sonnet About A Dead Dog Ever , I discovered that I now understand, though still loathe, iambic pentameter, and that I can make people happy by sharing with them the most God-awful sonnet ever written. Ever. Anywhere. Think Ishtar. Think Gigli. It’s the literary equivalent of Lindsay Lohan lying drunk in a ditch. It’s Tara Reid with her boob hanging out of her dress. It’s Megan Fox’s man thumbs. You can’t look away. Why does this make me so proud? Because by dissecting my sonnet – much like a science class frog pinned to a slab of black wax – I’ve been able to determine exactly what makes it so bad, make a few people giggle in the process, and dissuade others from embarking on such an endeavor.  Thus, my excruciating poem has now brought joy to others in it’s own ugly little way. Sniff. Makes a momma proud.

Megan Fox's Man Thumb - Much Like My Sonnet, "How Ironic," You Just Can't Look Away (Image courtesy of Glamour.com)

PART THREE

Rick Perry "One, Two, Orange."

Can I just point out, here and now, that I am officially more qualified to become President than Rick Perry? Okay, moving on…

Here are the seven bloggers whom I have determined, solely on the basis of talent, favoritism, political-leanings, ability to trill the letter R and other important criteria that have slipped my mind, are worthy of the 7×7 Link Blog Award. These blogs are not listed in any specific order – other than the amount I was paid by everyone who made the list. Not in advance. These bloggers don’t even know they’ve won this award yet. I’ll send them their bills later.

The chain letter of blog accolades, the 7×7 Link Blog Award was created by someone, sometime after the year 2000-ish (probably) to honor those who apparently blog. I personally think it should be renamed the 7x7x7 Blog Award or the 7×3 Blog Award or the 7 Cubed Blog Award or the 21 Things You Now Have To Do Blog Award, but regardless, you seven bloggers are now: IT!

Stacie Chadwick - My New "Blogging Bestie" and the Gemini Girl In A Random World (Image courtesy of Stacie Chadwick)

1) Gemini Girl In A Random World : This sharp and witty blog is the creation of Stacie Chadwick, my new Blogging Bestie. In it, she posts about life as a mother of three, the wife of a man who is learning the art of non-verbal communication, and being the groovy Gemini that she is. I like it because, in addition to being HIGH-STERICAL (she lives in Denver and that was pun number 2) and extremely well-written, this dual-natured Gemini Girl regularly takes me down memory lane to visit the likes of skating rinks, the original Wonder Woman (Lynda Carter lives on, my friend), Charlie’s Angels (again, the original), and Melrose Place. Andrew Shue, sigh. Also, her blog made my husband laugh. And that ain’t easy, lemme tell you.

2) The Shared Brain of Baggott, Asher and Bode : As I’ve already admitted previously, I’m a blogging newbie. Not only did I not blog, I didn’t really read other blogs – except this one. I was turned on to the alternatively hilarious, literary, twisted and compelling voice of author Julianna Baggott (and her alter egos: Bridget Asher and N.E. Bode) by a mutual friend and became immediately hooked. Though I’ve never met her personally, I’m convinced she lives in a Willy Wonka-esque factory manned by Oompa Loompas who are all incredibly prolific writers. No one can write this much, this well, raise a veritable army of children, and teach – creative writing, no less – at Florida State University (Go, ‘Noles!). Read this blog. More importantly, pre-order Baggott’s new post-apocalyptic novel, Pure – due out next month and bound to be the next Hunger Games.

Trans Man - Wait Til His Sexy 70s Mustache and Beard Comes In

3) The Adventures of Trans Man : This is a brand new blog by an extremely prolific and talented author whom I am proud to say I’ve known for well over twenty years. When I knew him eons ago, he was a woman. Now, he’s not. This is about his journey and it’s a must-read for everyone. Everyone! Yes, you over there reading your Bible. And you, the one with the question about what’s between Chaz Bono’s legs. I’m not even being funny, here. Trans Man knows what you’re thinking, has heard it all before and, now, in his witty, addictive, compelling voice is going there. This is a rare opportunity to actually understand an incredibly brave man who made the decision to be true to himself – so he could be a better person and a better parent. Yep, he’s got kids. And he’s single, ladies…

4) Jumping In Mud Puddles : Looking to reminisce about someone else’s childhood because yours sucked? Join Vickie as she explores, with plentiful humor and jocularity, her idyllic past as a fascinating, but domineering, color-inside-the-lines kind girl who hated her remedial reading group, probably has mercury poisoning from regular exposure to Mercurochrome, and was secretly-tranquilized by her mother – daily – because she was hyperactive. I thank God my mom didn’t know her mom. If she’d known she could drug me legally, I’d have slept my way through elementary school. Try not to pee your pants when you read this because, if you’re like me, your mom never remembered to send you to school with an extra pair of undies either.

5) Bringing You Beirut : This blog chronicles “the adventures of an English girl in Lebanon” and is luxurious in its language and sensuous in its imagery. Blogger India is well-educated and her work as assistant to her calligrapher boyfriend, freelance journalist, translator and babysitter have given birth to some of the most interesting perspectives of a beautiful and exotic country. Until I became familiar with this blog, I never processed the fact that Lebanon has snow – and skiing. Don’t expect an over-processed travel journal, here. These are the real life experiences of someone experiencing all the true flavors of a foreign country – savory, sweet and bitter.

Burning Cars - A Stereotypical Image You Won't Likely See on Bringing You Beirut (Image courtesy of Usatoday.com

6) Kitchen Slattern : This blog is written by a pro. Though she claims to be a mere “housewife, mother and writer who lives in Brooklyn,” I suspect she’s been Freshly Pressed more times than the shirts in my husband’s closet. And he likes to iron. A lot. As a person who finds my corkscrew the most useful tool in my kitchen, I don’t read a lot of food or cooking blogs. C’mon – I eat A1 out of a bowl with my finger. Wine is good if it costs less than 10 bucks and even better if it’s Buy One Get One Free. However, this blogger had me sold the moment I discovered that Martha Stewart makes her “ass ache” and that she recommends being drunk before you tackle cleaning the bathroom. This is funny stuff, folks. She’s my kind of broad.

A Kitchen Tool That Kitchen Slattern And I Can Agree Upon

7) Live Clay : Few bloggers are truly talented in multiple arenas, but Laura Bruzzese is an accomplished artist – both with a brush and a potter’s wheel, a writer and… a creator of funeral urns. If only I’d known about her when my dog died all those years ago. I could have named my sonnet, “Ode on a Canine Urn.” A single mother living in New Mexico, Bruzzese’s experiences raising a teenage daughter, coupled with her artistic eye that always seems to be seeking out the unique and beautiful everywhere she travels (most recently, Haiti) makes for intriguing, substantial posts that both charm and inspire. She’s also developed a method for making her three young nieces WANT to clean. Compete to clean. If there’s only one reason to read this blog (and there’s thousands), that’s it!

That wraps up the 7×7 Link Blog Awards presentation. Ladies and gentlemen, start cracking on that list of 21 Things You Must Now Do. I’m gonna watch It’s a Brad, Brad World and try to forget that this post took me at least twelve hours to write. Congratulations…suckas! No, seriously. Congrats. It’s apparently a really big honor. Truly. Thank you again, The Book of Alice . Erm, I think.


24 thoughts on “You Like Me! You Really Like Me!

  1. I am a decendant of Mercy Lewis and a hereditary member of (LOL) Magna Carta Dames and the DAR. The ‘Ladies’ used to wince at mom’s pedigree, (which reminds me of her champion Poms)! I think we may be related!!!! 😀

    I loved your blog about the ‘Sauce’ and I did read every delicious word! (That was an awesome transition because I was SURE you meant Ek uiskey in that first two paragraphs or so…:D)

    You deserve all the acclaim you can get! Anyone who can make people laugh is most awesome by me!

  2. Thank you so much, you wonderful tall person! I am thrilled to be on your list – you’ve made my day.
    Off to work to write an article about an art exhibition – but in my head I’m going to be writing my graceful acceptance speech instead. Thanks and thanks again.

  3. You had me at cat spelling. You lost me at the clown photo. Literally. I just skipped right down to the bottom and right after I’m done typing this I’m going to shut down my computer, light it on fire, then cry myself to sleep. (It’s 9:30AM.)

      1. Good call. I don’t like twins either. Especially when they want me to come play with them. What? You’ve got a twin. Go play with her. You’re genetically identical which means you should like the same things. Hence, if one of you likes Monopoly, the other one will probably also enjoy that God-forsaken game. Leave me out it. I’m going to play with the only child down the street who needs the company – not people like you who are just…greedy.

  4. Awww, Cristy, thank you so much for putting me on your list. I am honored. I wish I wasn’t at school, so I could actually take time to read this. Damn kids. Teaching would be so much more fun without the kids. Anywho, ((Hugs)) and thank you!!

  5. Wow! Thank you so much, Cristy *curtsy* I feel so honored to be among your 7 choices… really. Now I feel like having lived my life according to what might make an interesting blog post for the past 2 year has ALL BEEN WORTH IT!! I really enjoyed reading your acceptance/pass-along speech, too. That’s so interesting that you’re a descendant of condemned witches. Wow. And I can believe this post took you 12 hrs to write. That said, I can’t really determine the ETA of the fulfillment of my awardee duties. I’d hate to disrupt my blog-so-infrequently-people-tend-to-forget-you pattern, but heck, it’s a new day. Let’s see what happens, and in the mean time, big hugs to you! Great writing, humor and images, bloggie.

  6. I would just like to be the first to congratulate my blogging bestie, Stacie Chadwick (a.k.a. Gemini Girl In A Random World) on getting Freshly Pressed today – and replacing my post, “Why I Hate Witty People” as a Featured Humor Topic Article!!!!! Just yesterday, she was the recipient of the 7×7 Link Blog Award and now she has ascended the ranks to wordpress.com stardom. No one deserves it more. Congratulations, bestie! And if you haven’t checked out her post, How Skate World Changed My Life – do so right this minute! Here’s the link: http://staciechadwick.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/how-skate-world-changed-my-life/

  7. You are altogether too generous to include me in this list of real writers and artists. Though the elusive “Freshly Pressed” has yet to come my way, I will certainly have you to thank if ever it does. (I’m still not convinced about those Crockpot Smokies, though.)

    1. I am truly surprised that you haven’t been pressed because you are hysterical. I love your blog. If this gives you any hope at all, Stacie Chadwick (Gemini Girl in a Random World), who also won (or had forced upon her, let’s face it) the 7×7 award, just got Freshly Pressed for the FIRST TIME today. You’re brilliant and your time will come soon. I’m sure of it!

      Re: the smokies. I wouldn’t eat those things – period. I’m telling you, Italian meatballs are the way to go.

  8. “Billions, really, since I’m not a Creationist. ”

    Ooooh snap! It took me a moment, but when it clicked, I appreciated that. 😀

    And um, WHERE did you get that Hogwarts blanket? Not that I would like…. come to your house in darkest night and steal it if you didn’t tell me, but ….it’s probably just easier if you told me.

    Additionally: I’m pretty sure I hate you for being so awesome. Then again, you DO make up for a large number of not-so-awesome blogs out there, so that sort of counteracts the hate. Okay, fine. You win. Have a cookie.

    1. I’m so glad someone got and appreciated the Creationist thing. That makes me happy!

      Re: the blanket. Funny story, really. My husband, Matt, and I were both super sick with the flu a few years back, but on Christmas Eve, we forced ourselves to visit the mall to buy one another gifts while totally high on Nyquil. Fortunately, for Matt, I’d already bought most of his gifts – I’m a planner. Matt, who actually IS a land-use planner hadn’t bought me anything at all and ended up at Hot Topic. In his cold medicine stupor, he bought me this blanket (best gift, ever!) and a hoodie that is imprinted with a skeleton. Though I now love it – and it took a few wears to feel that way – I can’t help but notice that “normal-looking” people pull their children away from me if we cross pathways on the sidewalk. I think it scares them. That’s alright, really. If you can’t make people laugh, might as well terrify them.

      Thanks so much for liking my blog. Though I suspect the Hogwarts blanket is hard to find all these years later (yes, we’ve been sleeping under it for quite awhile…wanna fight about it?), I hope you’re able to find one. I also hope you’ll be back. I’m weird all the time and if that’s appealing to you, so will be my future blogs. Thanks again for stopping by and good luck finding the blanket. If you try to steal mine, I have three, highly-trained cats who can’t spell very well, but have long claws who will kick your ass. Just sayin’.

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