When I met my husband, something like twelve-and-a-half years go, I was not interested in dating him. At all. He was a friend of my roommate’s boyfriend. My roommate and I were on barely-speaking terms. And I had just found out that the guy I was dating had both a live-in girlfriend AND a wedding planned for the following spring.
I’m not kidding.
So, when the roommate’s boyfriend told me I had to meet his friend Mike, because “he’s black, just like you!”, I was unimpressed. I politely declined. Then less politely. Then told him to fuck right off and stay out of my personal business.
Now, one of the reasons the roommate and I were not on speaking terms was her profound inability to actually hear what I was saying to her at any given time. She would nod and smile, commit to doing as I asked, and then go ahead and do whatever she had planned to do, anyway. Which, in this case, was to have her boyfriend get Mike drunk and sneak him into our place while I was sleeping. And hope that he would be the one to bear the brunt of my icy fury upon waking.
I am so grateful.
Things should not have worked out for Mike and me. We were both crazy-busy with work and school. My life was a mess. He was still living with his parents. It should not have worked out. But, thinking back, here are two things (among others, heh heh) that made him irresistible to me:
1) He has a nametag from a tech conference that lists his official title as Minister of Propaganda. (Does it GET sexier? No, my friends, it does not.)
2) He can juggle. Not flaming torches, or anything. (I mean, not as far I as know.) But balls, oranges, and – as it turns out – small children. Seriously, the man can juggle.
Versatility, baby. My man’s got it. A diverse skill set that manifests in his daily action, and influences and inspires others. And, evidently, so do I.
The stellar bloggers behind If I Were Brave and Frugal Science have awarded me The Versatile Blogger award. Woot! (While I’m working on my touchdown-style celebration gyrations, please click over and read their stuff. They are both very, very good writers.) Did you see how awesome they are!?!? Thank you both, so much!
Here is my snazzy award. (Yay, me!) Along with 15 other fantastic bloggers to whom I’m passing along the goodness:
- The Short and the Long of It
- Critters and Crayons
- Our Little Yogis
- The Ramblings
- Intentionally Living
- Belle of the Carnival’s Blog
- This n That That n This
- The Kitchens Garden
- Diary of an Angry Fat Woman
- The Outlaw Mom
- Small Wonders and Other Thoughts
- Icy Exhale
- Urban Homebody
- Momma Be Thy Name
And here are 7 things you may not have known about me:
- I can’t drive a car.
- I slept with the light on until I was well into my twenties (and sometimes, I still do).
- My first job away from home was as a housekeeper in a mountain chalet resort.
- It took me seven years to finish my undergraduate degree. Yup. It really did.
- I have freckles.
- At one time, I could wear 13 earrings at the same time.
- I was a moderate-to-heavy smoker for 12 years, and then quit cold-turkey 12 years ago. It sucked.
If you see your link here, it’s because I not only thoroughly enjoy your blog, but I also entreat you to pass the honour along to another 15 awesome bloggers in the names of Good Writing and Social Media Networking. It is a HUGE smile to know you’re read and enjoyed by a host of gifted, witty, funny, thought-provoking bloggers. Pay it forward y’all!
Thank you to everyone who reads my stuff and comments, sends virtual hugs and long-distance shoulder pats, chats with friends about my insanity, messages me inspiration, and otherwise makes me feel like what I’m doing here is worthwhile. If I’ve missed your blog, it’s only because the award “rules” limit me to 15 links. You guys are awesome.
ED. I completely forgot to list the Award Rules. If you are a recipient, you need to put together a post that meets the following criteria: Link back to the person awarding you, with thanks. Pay it forward to 15 newly discovered bloggers. List 7 random things about yourself. Done and DONE!