Everyone’s A Winner!

“Every day offers us the gift of being a special occasion,

if we can simply learn that

as well as giving

it is blessed to receive with grace and a grateful heart.”

[Sarah Ban Breathnach]

The intrepid cosmic tripster of Strange Trip Times graciously re-awarded me “The Versatile Blogger award” (againagainagain) here.

Unfortunately, I find myself once again in the situation of having to bend the rules to this award. Usually, I would be charged with telling you seven random secrets about myself, thanking the awarder (and linking back to them in this post) and in turn passing the award on to 15 – 20 worthy nominees.

Like I said in the third versatile blogger acceptance post, I really wouldn’t know who to nominate (but am always open to suggestions – speak up people!) and feel I’m already boring you with all the little bits of random that is me.

So, instead of this ongoing ramblings, I thought I turn the lime light from me on to my awarder and take a bit more words than usual to thank him adequately.

Apart from being a writer, who I cherish grately for his relentless honesty regarding himself and others, the intrepid cosmic tripster is also a pretty spectacular artist.

But please, don’t trust me on this, judge for yourself:

Photomanipulation by Strangetripsstudios via Strange Trip Times on WordPress

Photomanipulation II by Strangetripsstudios via Strange Trip Times on WordPress

3D Art by Strangetripsstudios via Strange Trip Times on WordPress

If you care to check out these (and other) artworks of him for yourself, which I highly recommend you do, you may do so here.

(sidenote: The reason I refrained from linking the artwork directly to the respective artist is, that I have found linking to mess up the dimensions of the picture.)

Being recognised by people / writers / artists, I admire, is a humbling and exhilarating experience for me and I am truly grateful to each and every awarder. To all of you and to the intrepid cosmic tripper in particular:

“Thank You!”

Not enough with me being recognised for my versatility by so many of you,

 Paprika of Good Humored was kind enough to nominate me for “7×7 Link Award” here.

Actually she didn’t specifically nominate me at first, but just everybody on her blogroll (which is still pretty cool, because her blog roll is rather compact, thus just being on her blog roll is an award in itself – or at least that’s what I tell myself).

So at first I was kind of hesitant to jump at this nomination, but when she repeated it in her comments, I grabbed that cute, shiny award badge off her writing home and hurried homewards to prepare my ever lengthy acceptance speech.

Rules for excepting the award:

The rules for this award mirror the rules for every other award I have come across with the exception of one cool little twist. Instead of spilling your guts about random little things about you, you get to link back to seven posts of yours (one for each of the categories).

Thanking Paprika is not an easy task, because I owe her much more than this cute little badge. I tried to express this gratitude here, but I actually think we’ve reached a point in our relationship where she knows, how much I treasure her. So to spare me the write and you the read, I’ll leave it at a simple, but heartfelt :

“Thank you!

7×7 Link Collection:

This is an extremely informative (thus helpful) post I wrote on the dangers of teenage pride and overly sweet liquor on christmas eve’. Although the title basically sums it up, you might want to read up on it for a more detailed go-to-recipe in these situations. You never know, when you’ll be a stubborn teenager on christmas eve’, better to be prepared.

I struggled with this one, because I wanted to base it only on the harsh reality of stats and figures. My highest ranking post is one of the acceptance award speeches. However, if you care for one where I’m not secretly singing my own public praises, you’ll be better off with the next popular one according to my stats.

This is an excerpt from my mother’s diary which she kept for me until she passed away in 1984. I don’t think I have to explain, why it is beautiful to me. Even though, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I think you could enjoy my mother’s writing as well. (This was also the last post I published before disappearing for a while).

This is one of my earlier posts and since not a single soul was reading my posts at that time (not even the spammers), it’s a the absolute bottom of my stats. However, I think it deserves better. Not because it’s my best writing (I actually resisted the urge to go back and edit it!), but because it touches on a part of who I am, which is vitally important in understanding where I come from. Obviously, if you are only here for the pictures, don’t bother, it’s not nearly as artistic.

I’m not sure, if this is the best post I’ve ever written, but it’s the only post I’ve ever written about someone I am immensely proud off. This (rather short) post is a tribute to my mother’s father, who passed away a while back and who I still miss terribly. Among other things, he was my moral compass.

When I wrote this, I thought it might make you laugh or even just chuckle. I never expected it to coin this new saying of “living happily ever after under the bridge” (I have Worrywart to thank for this!).

Weirdly enough this didn’t spark the controversy I thought it might. However the topic, of deliberately chosing abortion (over adoption or other possibilies) not once but twice, is rather controversial in my opinion.


I’ve decided to take a different approach to this award (which I copied from Paprika). Since I don’t want to play favorites (more than I am already doing on my two separate blogrolls that is), if you are on my blogroll (the lower long one), that means I love what you are doing, which in term means you are deserving of this award (or both of them actually!)

So if you’d like to stick this shiny new badge to your writing home and you feel you are up for the challenge, by all means go for it! I’d love to read more from each and every one of you!


Worrywart of Worrywarts Guide To Weight Sex And Marriage just kindly bestowed 3 more awards on me here to complete my collection:

Thus all the more love to go around!

Since she didn’t post any rules to the exception I will just assume they are “ruleless“.

Also, because you all seem too shy or too humble or too reluctant  to accept awards without an official nomination, I have composed the following list.

If your name is one here, please by all means grab one of the awards, or two or all of them (like Worrywart said there is no sense in being selfish with blogger love: Take ’em and stick ’em to your blog!).

Because you are awesome and your blogs make me think, smile, laugh, chuckle, cry, feel and just overall feel like a part of an incredible blogging community, I nominate the following bloggers:

(in alphabetical order)

[“Bowl Of Oranges” – Bright Eyes]

A Spark In The Dark

“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it

is like wrapping a present and not giving it”

[William Arthur Ward]

The first award I ever received was at a YMCA day camp on the Cape. It was an honesty award. I was eleven years old. I don’t remember exactly why I received it, but it had something to do with lot’s of drama. The kind of drama that only a prepubescent girl perceives as vital to her own existence.

Over the last couple of weeks you kindly bestowed awards on me without me having to flood the Atlantic beforehand to receive them. I’m grateful for that: For the awards and for unnecessity of prepubescent drama (well mainly because I’m not sure I’d still know how to channel it – completely).

Yesterday, Papa Sakura of Sakura Lights bestowed “The Versatile Blogger Award” on met, yet again. Although I’ve already received it twice (once by Patrice here and once by Quieter Elephant here), it humbled me.

Especially, since his criteria for the nominations were growth and change, which I am both trying to achieve. I’m not sure, I’ve met them yet, but I see it as a vote of confidence on his part that I will receive them in the future. I’m grateful for that. It’s incredibly uplifting having people believe in you. If you know me (or at least have read a couple of post or comments of mine) you know I’ve already found a lengthy and winded way to thank him for this nomination on his award post (if you don’t well go see for yourself!).

Obviously, that doesn’t mean I can’t seize this opportunity to thank him again in my home. I felt the best way to do this was to post my favorite art work of his.

NY State of Mind - Sakura Lights

If you wish to check this wonderful painting out on his blog, which I highly recommend, you may do so here (in case you were wondering, I tried linking this pack to him directly, but it somehow wrecked its dimensions).

Although, I feel extremely grateful towards him for bestowing this wonderful Award on me yet again, I really wasn’t up for another Nomination Post. In all honesty, I don’t have anyone to nominate that I haven’t nominated before (except maybe Quieter Elephant and he already received it – obviously) and I’m pretty sure you’re all still recovering from my last seven random, dirty secrets.

So I decided to design a new Award, which I could bestow on a bunch of people I deem worthy. This proved to bit quite a bit of work. Not only because I couldn’t come up with a name at first (“Because of you” and “Je ne said quoi” – Award just didn’t cut it) and also because Phil had to help me a bit with the design in Paint.net (which I use because I’m to cheap to pay for Photoshop, if I can have something equally as good for free). I finally settled on this:

I guess, it would be more fitting to call this tribute as opposed to award, because that is, what it is.

Every single one of the following writers (I didn’t say “bloggers” now did I?!) has light the way for me on this journey. They are sparks for me (and not just me I’m sure) and this would be a dark, dire and lonely place without them. I don’t know, how to thank them enough for what they have done for me, but I hope to find a proper way some day in the future. Until then, this little jpg – file will have to suffice.

Rules for accepting this award: None. Honestly, this is yours and yours alone. Grab it and stick it on your blog or don’t. Share it with people you deem worthy or don’t. Make your own set of rule when awarding it or don’t. I said it before, this is more a tribute than an award and I can’t attach rules to a tribute (well maybe I can, but I don’t want to).

[However, I should add, that in order to spotlight the nominees the way they deserve, I chose to only nominate three writers this time. This time obviously implying, that I plan on awarding “The Spark Award” again in the future]

List of nominees (in chronological order of appearance):

Patrice was the first writer I met here and she was kind and understanding and genuinely interested in what I had to say. Above all, she thanked me for sharing my story.

Please let me repeat that:

“This wonderful, extraordinary and lovely writer and person thanked me for sharing my story”

She never gave up on me. Even when I stopped blogging for a while, even when I didn’t respond to comments. Even when I disappeared into thin air without a word of explanation. Through all of that, she never gave up on me. I don’t think I will ever find means to thank her for that.

I love the name and the design of her blog, so I’d like to share the facade of her blogging / writing home with you here:

I’ve put together a list of my favorite things about Patrice:

Search for Post: "I love Gandhi, too" - Drawn by her daughter

My favorite Post Not only is this brilliantly written, but it’s honest and deep and it make’s me feel like she just invited me inside her mind, soul or heart. It touches me deeply, when someone finds it in themselves to share such depths with random strangers. I strive to be like that.

But this wasn’t the first time, Patrice invited me in. I went back in time and found our first conversation here, so see for yourself:

If you want to read up on the post, which you should (actually you should read up on all her posts!) you may do so here.

So my dear Patrice, I hope you accept this token of my gratitude knowing it stands for much more than a couple of bits and bites pressed into a jpg-file.

Paprika is one of those writers, of which you can proudly proclaim: “I knew her before.” This wonderful, witty, caring, empathetic, honest and insightful Lady has been struck by lightning recently, – in a good way. This post of hers was “Freshly Pressed” and rightfully so.

Through all the buzz and excitement, she still carved precious time out of her day to read my ramblings and to comment on them. And guess what?! Above all, she makes me feel, like I’m the one she should be grateful to for “being her personal cheerleader” as she put it.

Let me repeat that:

“This rightfully renown writer is grateful to me.”

Paprika has a list of reader’s favorites on her blog (which may be found here), but strangely it didn’t include my overall favorite post and my favorite post regarding my funniest comment (If you want to know what it is, you’ll have to go see for yourself. I promise it will be worth it. Maybe not for the comment, but definitely for the post!)

Once again, I love the design of her writing home: It’s so simple and clean. But don’t trust me on that, judge for yourself:

The first conversation we ever had, was back in September 2011. Nothing can bring two gals together faster than a mutual agreement on their utter attractiveness (is that a word? Well now it is.). Since you weren’t a part of this historic moment, I’ve included it for you here (however this is another posts of hers you really should read up on).

Paprika for all the times you’ve made me laugh, for all the times you’ve made me smile, for all the times you’ve made feel special and for the wonderful that is you, please accept this award, knowing that this place wouldn’t be same without you.

Erik. Erik came to me, when I was but a ghost. He found me in the in-between, when I had stopped posting and before I took it up again (I have Patrice’s nomination for the “Liebster Blog Award” to thank for that).

Something about his comment on my About page touched me deeply and I felt compelled to return. As I am not going to force you to open another tab in your browser and look for the comment, I’ve posted it here (well at least the beginning of it, if you want to read more you may do so here):

One of the things that struck me first about Erik (apart from the sincerity of his words), was the calm and serene beauty of his writing home. Please judge for yourself:

I know, I know, this is rather superficial of me, but it is looks that make the first impression (just because you don’t like this fact, doesn’t make it less true) and this first impression was one of peacefulness and beauty within.

Although, I enjoy all of this modern-day James Joyce‘s posts, I’d have to say, that the Resiliency – Series are my favorite. I’m not sure why, but I love the discontinued feel of continuancy to them (and if you don’t know what I mean you haven’t read them yet – do so now!)

In all his talent, kindness, wit and cutting openness, he still praises my honesty.

Let me repeat that:

“This incredibly talented writer, who shows so much of his soul on random strangers, praises the honesty in my writing.”

My favorite posts of his is “Hannah” as part of the above mentioned resiliency-series. It’s moving, it’s powerful, it’s sad, it’s beautiful. I guess you could say it’s life.

This, in case you were wondering, is the first conversation I had with him on his home turf (on this post of his):

Please, Erik, accept this award knowing, that this can only begin to express the gratitude I feel towards you.

Let me finish this post with two words in the english language that are completely overused and at the same time rarely uttered in earnest:

“Thank You”

[“Tribute (The best song in the world)” – Tenacious D]

Apparently, Versatiler

“A little sincerity is a dangerous thing,

and a great deal of it

is absolutely fatal.”

[Oscar Wilde]

I’m beginning to develop a new talent:

“The talent of accepting recognition by others through awards.”

This is especially notable, because it takes a certain amount of refreshing self-denial to ignore the creeping feeling of being undeserving.

Also, this talent fits nicely into my other multiple talents, that are good for nothing except my own enjoyment and the distraction of others. I firmly believe everybody should have at least one useless talent. I really do.

All of my talents (including the most recent one) apparently make me not just beloved and versatile, but “versatil(er)” (oh be still my beating heart).

Thank you, Quieter Elephant, for bestowing this award on me: How fun and twice as nice!

In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably add, that Quieter Elephant has only started his adventure here a short while ago, so he hasn’t gotten acquainted with all the versatile this place holds yet. Still, I am quite certain in my delusion, that I would have made the cut no matter how many blogs were on his blog roll.

(update: I just checked his acceptance post and as it turns out he knows more people than he thought he did – don’t we all – so yes, I was right in thinking I’d be versatile even within the masses)

The reason I have chosen to post about this (again) and not just quietly and humbly accept the honor is not (just) because I can publicly thank the kind bestower (is that a word? well it is now) and can publicly bask in the warmth of yet another award, but primarily, because I can nominate new people I’ve found through Project 365 (366 – Quieter Elephant was also the one to kindly point out to me, that yes this year’s a leap year. I’ve totally gotten over that by the way. I welcome criticism the same way Lucy Lu does in Kill Bill Volume I, so I want to take this opportunity to encourage you to always speak your mind freely here) and I can share 7 more dirty, random little facts about me.

Every social realm has its own rules (written and unwritten), here are the ones for accepting this award in the blogosphere.

The Rules: 

1. Thank the award-giver and link back to them in your post.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Pass this award along to 15 or 20.

4. Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award.

7 (more) random things about myself

  1. When I read poetry, in my head, I start a dialogue with the poet – To those of you who read comments on my posts, that’s old news, but it’s random enough to share here. I should mention that those dialogues are not always friendly. Most often than not they turn into arguments with them regarding the limitation of their work (which probably says more about my mental state than theirs)
  2. I have had my wedding all planned out since I was fourteen – Yes, I could take you through every detail, but in all honesty, who really cares. Suffice it to say, that one of the smaller problems with my dream wedding is the ice-cream wedding cake for my beach wedding in July. Well that and the minor detail of lacking a groom and date
  3. I loathe brushing my teeth – Before you get all “yuck” and “gross” on me, re-read the fact. I didn’t say I don’t brush my teeth, I said I loathe doing it. In the words of Calvin (no, not the philosopher, the comic character from the awesome strips of “Calvin and Hobbes” by Bill Watterson): “It seems like such a waste of time. They’ll only get dirty again.”
  4. The first time I manipulated my father (consciously) I was four – We all manipulate our parents to some extent, just like they manipulate us. It’s a fact of life! When I was four, I had a tape player and tapes. Most of them were annoying children songs that are revolting for the mind and ears to everyone past the age of eight, but some of them were stories, too. This one tape (and for the life of me I can neither remember name nor narrative) included a line of a little girl saying the following to her father: “Daddy, sometimes when you scold me like that, I’m afraid you don’t love me anymore. Please say you love me Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.” I performed this line perfectly to my Dad after being reprimanded for stealing cookies before dinner time from the cookie jar. I think I even added a trembling lower lip and sad bambie eyes for the dramatic effect.
  5. My first (german) word(s) was illegal credit agreement – Technically, in the English language that’s three words, but since the Germans adore creating long and winding words compiled of several separate words, it’s really just two words in German and the way I pronounced it, it sounded like one (for all those of you dying to know what illegal credit agreement is in German, it’s “sittenwidriger Kreditvertrag” – try saying that fast three times). I kidd you not those were my first German words (no wonder I chose a legal career path!). The back story is, that my father, a lawyer himself, was dealing with a bunch of those around the time I was three-ish. Since my mother had just passed away and he didn’t really know what to do with me, I spent a lot of time in his study listening to him dictate stuff. Well this just happened to be one of the more common terms he’d say out loud (My first ever word by the way was either “duck” or “truck”, my father can’t be pinned down exactly on one of them).
  6. I completely botched my first kiss – I don’t know about you, but no one I ever met (no matter how much they practiced on their hand beforehand), has ever experienced a hollywood type sweet first kiss (at least no one has told me they have). So I guess my story isn’t that unusual. Except maybe in that, that when I say I botched my first kiss, I mean we never actually looked lips. I’m not completely sure how old I was, but I can’t have been older than seven. Remember that pony I always wanted and never got? Well, my father made up for it by sending me to horseback riding camp every possibility he got. One of those camps was a day camp and there was an older boy ( he might have been as old as nine), who took a liking to me. Anyways, during lunch breaks, we would spend romantic dates on the jungle gym close to the stables. This one time, as he was hanging head-down by his knees from the jungle gym, he heroically proclaimed, that he would not get down, until I gave him a kiss. I blushed and froze and said “no, no, no” over and over again in a very hysterical, high-pitched voice. At first he didn’t relent, but after a while the blood-flow to his head probably made his resolve a bit less comfortable, so he scrambled down from the jungle gym and walked away. He never talked to me again and two days later he was walking around with another girl holding hands (I bet she kissed him on the jungle gym, that slut!)
  7. I ran away from home when I was 13 – This is a long and winding tale and should probably be a post on its own, but I’ll try to keep it short here (yeah right?!). My father had an endless strings of girlfriends (most of which I just ignored, some of which I couldn’t stand and none of which I accepted – well until I was sixteen at least). Usually, I had my sly methods of getting rid of them (calling them by different first names and then apologizing and saying it was so hard for me to keep all the names of all the lady-friends of my dad’s separate – stuff like that, the usual). There was only one that threatened me. For the sake of this post let’s call her “Eva” (I actually refered to her as Eva Brown a lot, which totally pissed her off). Not only was Eva a former lingerée model, she was also well-travelled, fluent in many languages and Cambridge educated. Also, she saw through all my little games. Suffice it to say, I hated her guts. Well, when I realized, I wouldn’t win this battle I stole money out of my dads foreign currency drawer in his study, exchanged it at the bank, left a mellow-dramatic fare well letter to my father, tied pots to my backpack I had stuffed with all the necessary essentials (junk food, books, my discman and a Backstreet Boys cd), bought a train ticket to Hamburg, got on the train and left. Obviously there is more to this story and if you want to hear it, I will share it, but this is the essential (well the running away part of it, not the getting there or coming back part obviously).

The nominees

  1. 365Vets – Frankly they are she’s not versatile, so she’d be better off with the “Liebster Blog Award”, but this is the one I have to pass on and I think her sphere, in which she gives families of veterans and veterans themselves a place to speak their truth and be heard is worth the recognition.
  2. Eldon – Think awkward, think weird sitcom, think life and ramblings of a group of random friends. This and more is Eldon.
  3. Hotdogs and Marmalade – Have you ever wondered what life would be with a parent succumbing to Alzheimer’s? Yes, it’s difficult and painful, but it’s also hysterical at times. She tells her own personal experiences with her mother with a loving heart and a twinkle in her eye  – enough said
  4. Law and the Multiverse – I love this blog. Love it. Heart it. Totally. These two guys are geniuses! They explain the concept(s) of common law through Marvel and DC comics. – How cool is that?! And believe me, it’s not just for those interested in legal issues. Seriously, they rock!
  5. What to say about Jorah and her place with the bitter-sweet name Terminally beautiful life? Diaries of a dying girl is what she calls them. I call them a celebration of life. The dark, the light and the in-between. This is raw, guys, raw and honest. Tread there with humility, dignity, respect and a great appreciation for her humor, heart and spirit. She deserves the best you have to offer.
  6. Would you try to better yourself through the course of a year? Acknowledge your weaknesses and flaws and resolve to actually confront them head on. This is what he is doing @ The better man project
  7. This blog speaks for itself: The privileged contrarian
  8. This guy should be on my blogroll and I was very surprised to see I’d forgotten to put him there – I will have to remedy this as soon as I finish this post – The life of fatherless son. I feel it’s very fitting for me to nominate him: Crawling King Snake
  9. Someone else, who should be on my blog roll and apparently never appeared on it (gosh this thing needs an update!) – Life through the eyes of a cosmic wanderer: Strange Trip Times
  10. I sincerely applaud the guts of someone putting himself out there with his own pieces of art, even if he’s as talented as this guy and doesn’t have anything to fear in the process: Sakura Lights
  11. The next lady is a true writer showing us Snippets and Glimpses of her life. Not all of it is light, but all of it is worth it.
  12. Worrywarts! I know she’s already won this, but seriously I could care less – I haven’t awarded her with this yet, so I’m still free to nominate her. Above all – I know you will fall in love with her Guide to Sex, Weight and Marriage the same way I did and selfless as I don’t want you to miss out on this one, it would be a shame.

I know the rules call for twenty and yes, I stopped at a 12. I have this weird notion of only awarding people I deem worthy of awards. So far, and because I don’t want to nominate people again (but YOU want to do yourself a favor and check them out here) I’ve already nominated this will have to do… . Live with it!

Or better yet, tell me about others who do deserve it. Seriously. I want to pass this along to people out there deserving of recognition and I want to find good reads – It’s a win-win situation. Really.

Update: To get your cute little green badge, which you’ve totally earned, go to my first lengthy award speech (linked above) and grab it from there.

[Apparently embedding has been deactivated for this clip, so if you have a soft spot for Rocky deep down inside follow it to YouTube, if not ignore it the same way you would have anyway]

Beloved And Versatile

“People always say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily”

[Zig Ziglar]

The lovely Patrice, who already bestowed the “Liebster Blog Award” on me some days ago, thinks I am not just loveable or beloved, but also versatile.

And because she really believes that and the proper way to show our convictions in the blog world seems to be an award, she nominated me for “The Versatile Blogger Award”.

Obviously I deserve neither of these awards, but that’s beside the point.

The point is, that Patrice thinks I’ve deserved them, which makes me want to do a little dance in my tiny appartement (in the course of which I would probably pull, stretch or tear one of the many ligaments in my body – which is why I have opted for the “dance-inside-my-head-alternative”).

The reason, Patrice’s recognition means so much to me (and I am soaking it up like a wonderful hot bubble bath right now) is because when I first started blogging (not writing, please note the distinction!) I was hoping to find someone like her.

Someone genuine, kind, loving, understanding and soulful, that would listen to me and could relate to what I have to say and maybe guide me a bit here and there when I stumble down my path.

Wonderfully enough, I didn’t just find someone like her (or rather she found me!), but I found the real deal!

Patrice is all the above and more – she’s perfect imperfection and to me she is the thread that keeps my blog world together. – Thank you, Patrice, for the wonderful that you are. Thank you for making me feel like I belong.

There are just a few rules for this award:

1. In a post on your, blog, nominate 15 fellow bloggers for The Versatile Blogger Award.

2. In the same post, Add the Versatile Blogger Award.

3. In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.

4. In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.

5. In the same post, include this set of rules.

6. Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.

7 random things about me

  1. I bake when I am worried My mind is constantly thinking. Not productive stuff, just randomly rambling on inside of me, which is especially annoying, when the stuff it says is negative. So to distract myself from that pesky voice, I bake: The more complicated the recipe the higher my anxiety level. When I bake, I am so concentrated on all the steps and the correct measurements, that the voice inside me finally shuts up. I guess I could try training for a marathon, but let’s face it, baking is a lot less physically draining. Everybody in my appartement building loves this approach of mine. One of my neighbours actually confessed, that he prefers me unhappy to happy, because unhappy get’s him german chocolate cake. Isn’t it great to see how unselfish the world around us is?
  2. I never got that darn pony I wanted for christmas, birthdays or good grades I’m a woman, which means at some point I was a girl (I might still turn into a lady someday, but I’ll let future-Kianys deal with that). I loved horseback riding and I wanted my own pony. I think I asked for it for every possible gift day for about 8 years. The first time I asked for a pony, my father got me a stuffed animal. For my next birthday I was more precise and asked for a pony, that was not a stuffed animal and so my dad got me a little figurine. I guess, if I would have been a bit smarter, I would have asked for a real alive pony that I can ride on and call buttercup and maybe then I would have had a more enjoyable time, but as it was I was a bit slow and thus collected quite a lot of figurines, bead spreads, books, earrings, candles and stuffed pony animals over the years
  3. I killed my first pet hamster Maybe because he wanted to make up for the pony issue (or maybe because I didn’t get a puppy either, or pet tiger – those were my top 3), but I had a lot of the really boring pets growing up: hamster, bunnies, mice – the usual. Honestly, those are no fun for kids – especially the hamster. I mean for starters a hamster’s nocturnal! In any case, I didn’t want to except that my hamster (“Flash” just in case you were wondering) wouldn’t at least run in his little wheel every day for a couple of minutes for my amusement. I spent hours (or maybe just minutes, who knows kids have a different sense of time) getting him out of his little house where he was cuddled up asleep in the hay and putting him in his wheel. He would try to turn around and go back to sleep, but I wasn’t having it. I’d force him to stay in his wheel until he did at least a couple of spins in it, before he was allowed to go back to sleep. One day he escaped and we later found him dead behind the fridge in our kitchen. You see, me sleep depriving and torturing my hamster drove him to the extreme and he chose suicide over life in my proximity. I’m sorry, but this just would not have happened, if I had gotten a pony, puppy or pet tiger in the first place
  4. I’m related to the composer Robert Schumann Okay, it’s not the immediate relation, it’s more of the he-was-my-great-(great ?)-grandfathers-cousin-relation, but it still counts! Just in case you were wondering, musical talent is not genetic. Neither me, nor my cousins show any particular talent in that area. We don’t break glass when singing or anything, but there just isn’t anything special there either.
  5. I have a series of birthmarks on my upper right thigh that kind of looks like the big dipper There really isn’t a back story to this one. They are there and when I was a child I connected them with a felt tip marker and sometimes secretly though that this was a sign of God telling me, that I was chosen for greater things, but seeing as it never happened, I guess I was wrong.
  6. I forged my dad’s signature in 2nd grade I don’t know, maybe to you this is not a big deal. Maybe you always forged your parents signatures on absence slips or bad test results. I didn’t. Not because I was little goody-two-shoe’s, I just couldn’t be bothered. I was (with the exception for math) a streight A student, because I loved school (and yes, I know this is nerdy), I loved to learn. In any case, I got a “C” on my math test (my first C ever) and I was too ashamed to have my dad sign off on it, so I forged his signature. Not 100% sure what gave me away, but I am guessing it was the fact that I used a pen with pink-glittery-ink.
  7. I was a nude art model There is not really a huge back story to this one either. I was in law-school and constantly broke. I was working at the schools library and tutoring on the side, but still it never seemed to to add up at the end of the month, so I took a job at an art school close by as a nude model. They paid me 25 bucks an hour for 3 hours, which was more money than I could make anywhere else (except maybe stripping, but like I said, I am klutzy so that probably wouldn’t have worked out). One thing I got out of this job (in addition to a real cool nude study of myself I received as a gift from one of the artists) is an out most respect for nude art models. You thought training for a marathon’s exhausting? Try holding a pose (any pose!) for 15 minutes without moving one inch!

So now I am supposed to nominate 15 fellow bloggers. Sorry, I can’t! I really don’t read that many blogs and I had trouble nominating 5 for the “Liebster Blog Award” all ready. The following is the best I can do:

  1. I only just came across this extremely talented lady (and it might have been because of a nomination, but I am not sure). You know how you have to distinguish between bloggers and writers? Well she’s definitely the latter. Also because she hasn’t been published yet (which I can’t understand for the life of me) she writes her amazing short stories right here on WordPress for everybody to read. You should give her a try: She is amazing – so B.B. this one’s for you!
  2. Angie is phenomenal and she’s a born winner! She wins everything around, so it just wouldn’t be right not to nominate her for this (it’s somewhat of a rule of nature you see, like gravity). If you like a nostalgia trip to the 80’s, or humour, or just random childhood stories – she’s your girl – Thank you for making me laugh, Angie!
  3. I should have nominated this next blogger for the “Liebster Blog Award” – I really should have and I felt bad, that I didn’t. I love the dog-narration-idea, it’s not just creative, but very nicely applied. So I’ll try to make amends by nominating her for the “Versatile Blogger Award” in hopes that she’ll forgive me. Please, rumpy dog, say you will?!
  4. I really, really, really want to nominate Erik. Simply because he is “he” – if that doesn’t make any sense to you, than you have not read his blog yet (head on over now – you are missing out on a wonderful read and an even better guy!) – I am 99.9% sure he’s already been nominated, but honestly, I don’t care! This is about showing appreciation to people who I find special and this list just wouldn’t be complete without him – Sue me!
  5. Some people receive an award, because they have done something in the past, some people because you expect them to do great things in the future (and some like me are just plain lucky!). This next girl only just started posting. I believe it’s her second post up. However, I find her to be remarkable and I believe she has so much to offer in the future. She had an abortion in a country where those are illegal far away from her family. She’s struggling, but not falling and looking for a connection here. Maybe a see a bit of myself in her when I first started. In any case, I think you should keep an eye out for, just in case! Thank you for your honesty, Sarah

So, that’s all folks – I am sure there are many out there deserving of this reward, that I just haven’t found yet.

If you know anyone, even if you haven’t been nominated her let me know and I’ll check out their blog and if I like I’ll pass on the award. -Seriously!

This is a win-win-win situation:

  • I win because I get to read tons of new great blogs
  • The person you “nominate” wins because they receive this awesome award
  • You win, because if the person you “nominated” is not a complete douche (in which case you should not nominate them in the first place!) they will in turn nominate you

After all, we are all winners, right?!