I am lucky to have different groups of friends. There are lifelong friends, old work friends, mom's groups friends, church friends, etc . However, there is one particular group of women I call friends even though we have never met. They are my "blog friends."
If I weren't a blogger and heard that term "blog friends", I wouldn't understand and I would probably think it was creepy. But I am a blogger and I get many sweet comments and emails from these women and they make me smile on a daily basis.
Imagine my surprise in the last couple of weeks when I was given an award by one, and tagged to play a game by the other.
My one friend Nancy, from the Breadbox Letters, gave me a Liebster Award. Here is a description of this award.
The Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have fewer than 200 followers. From what I understand, liebster is German for: "sweetest," "kindest," "nicest," "dearest," "beloved," "valued," "endearing," and "welcoming."
*Blush* Thank you, Nancy!
My other friend Billie Jo, from Afternoon Coffee and Evening Tea, tagged me today to play a game.
With both of these, the idea of sharing random thoughts about myself was part of the fun and games. I am totally scaling back on all the "rules" but was able to come up with 5 pieces of information that are totally useless to you, but I will share anyway.
Here I go:
1.) I have nice feet. I love my feet because I have high arches, which makes them pretty. I would show you a picture of them, but I fear you may not agree.
2.)My favorite snacks are Cheez-Its and Pringles. However, if I'm feeling particularly energetic, I will make myself a plate of Ritz crackers with cream cheese and an olive on top.
3.) I must wear shoes while blow-drying my hair.
4.) One of my biggest pet peeves is when people say, "I could care less" instead of "I couldn't care less." The first way is wrong if your point is to get across to people you don't care at all. If you "could" care less, you obviously care somewhat. Right?
5.) In 8th grade our class had a field trip to Great Adventure. While waiting in line forever at the Old Fashion Car ride, I fainted. The first aid people came to my rescue, strapped me onto a gurney, loaded me onto a golf cart- with siren, and took me to the First Aid Center. It was majorly embarrassing. (my good friend Rose rode with me and I will be forever grateful to her.)
Now, if I were playing the right way, I would "tag" others to play, but my mind is so tired after writing those riveting facts, that I'm going to call it quits.
I hope you all had a nice weekend.