Bloginated for a Nommie.
January 23, 2006It appears that I am a finalist in the 2006 Bloggies for Best Writing of a Weblog. I am honored and thrilled to be in such excellent company.
If you’re coming here from the awards site, you’re probably all, “What the hell is a Finslippy and why should I care?” Well, I’m not sure I like your attitude, new reader. And I see you giving me that look.
Wait, let’s start again. Hello! I’ve never explained what Finslippy means, nor do I intend to. I am an enigma. (Also it’s not an interesting story.) I encourage you to look at my About page, where everything else is made clear.
Above and beyond the Bloggies, many exciting things are happening all of a sudden, and the end result is that I am fighting an unremitting need to throw up. But in a good way!
More later.
EDITED TO ADD: I see now that using "exciting" and "throwing up" in the same sentence has led many to the conclusion that I'm pregnant. This isn't the case. However, I know from past experience that you probably still think I'm pregnant. People! If I had been pregnant all the times you thought I was we would have infants stacked up like firewood around here...
Reader Comments (69)
And, I'm sorry about Henry being traumatized about the burning onions. It's amazing the things I remember from childhood that so affected me. I'm always thinking when I'm with my niece, "Hmmm...is she going to need therapy because I said that?" Hee!
This is total vindication for the crap you put up with in that other blog contest last year.
Found you AGAIN. (Originally through VeryMom)
I hope you realize your Finslippy Following will expect meticulous blogging throughout the way.
I do have to say, this blog was actually the inspiration for Surrender, Dorothy. It was, I remember precisely, the entry about how we should all criticize new mothers regardless of what they do, then you listed some helpful suggestions. I had just had the little angel two months earlier and was at the end of my rope what with all the assvice and useless criticism from people whose memories were erased by aliens when their kids left the house for college.
So, there you have it. You were my original inspiration, and still constantly inspire me.
And we all think you are pregnant because you tapered. No one else will admit it. There, I said it. Well, at least that was my theory, and I admit, I've been waiting for the pregnancy announcement! Partly because I then wanted to ask you all sorts of questions about having two children.
I went to vote and it said I needed to contact some business office due to late fees...good lord, I had flashbacks to my college years.
Let us all hope that Alice wins, and that the voters behave themselves.
Mostly though, I'm looking forward to the "I'm NOT Pregnant, People!" post.