Friday 13th March – In Which It Turns Out That I Am Quite Lucky

Firstly. I have won a blogging award from my lovely bloggy friend Welsh Girl.  It looks like this:

Here is the explanation:

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

I feel very blessed.  Thank you very, very much.

I have to think of eight people to send it to now.  I do not think I can manage eight right now.  Eight is too hard, mainly because lots of the people  I would choose have already been chosen by my other blogging friends.  It is a small, but wonderfully formed world in which I move.

I am therefore just going to choose two people for my award giving.

Firstly Ali over at Callapippertree.  Ali wrote me a dedicated blog post recently in which she selflessly broke into an Australian supermarket and filmed an entire biscuit aisle just to show me how many biscuits the Australians have.  Let me tell you, there are a lot of biscuits in Oz. A lot.  This selfless dedication to me and my rabid interest in biscuits is worth the award all by itself.  Then there’s the fact that she’s a damn fine blogger and I love reading her posts.

Secondly to Cassandra over at Jacob Wrestling.  She is lovely, she is funny.  She blogs a lot when she is drunk, which is always excellent value for money.  She reads excellent books and she likes to shop.  Tick, tick, tick.  She has thrown all her toys out of the pram and filled it with TNT today, but that’s cool.  We like that in a blogger, danger and consumer therapy all in one heady dose.  Hurrah.

Now I have to fulfil a meme that Cassandra set me yesterday.  I have to come up with five reasons why my life is grand and I am happy with my lot.  It may be tricky but I’ll give it a go.

Actually I am a very lucky woman. I do not work. I have help with my children. There is some money somewhere which allows me to go to the theatre, buy books and eat out regularly. I get to eat cake a lot.  If you ask me what the perfect life is like it is pretty much like the one I have already except there is more sleep, lots more money and better weather. Not bad though eh?

My children, irritating though they may be, are actually really funny, very cool and clever.  They are also rather gorgeous.  They do not look like bulldogs licking piss off thistles.  They can be wildly charming.  They have wicked senses of humour and are capable of talking to people in an interesting and reasonably intelligent way when they want to.  I am proud to take them out in public most of the time.

I have a wonderful husband who indulges me and my crazy ways.  He allows me to blog, to have an active and independent social life and loves me because I am me. He never tries to change me or make me better. He is unfailingly supportive and he also thinks I am sexy just the way I am.  He is convinced I am going to be wildly successful and responsible for the upswing in our fortunes which will make us independently wealthy. Unfortunately he does not know how this is going to happen, but I like his faith.

I am much better at things than I ever thought I would be, which is fantastic.  It turns out that I can cook and not just basic things, but really cook, when I want to. I can also sew (wow!). I am not bad at gardening. I can write and am an excellent reader.  My parenting skills are haphazard but they work for me so far and I have not yet killed anyone through my incompetence, which I was almost certain would have happened by now. I am crap at maths, but that’s o.k. It’s a strength at the moment because it’s stopping me from worrying about not having any money.  It’s easy when you never have any money and you’re not sure how much you haven’t got.

It turns out that I can function on between three and five hours sleep a night. I don’t think this is great, but it is necessary and it is something I’m trying to code as positive being as how things on the sleep front are not exactly improving at the moment.  I get a lot of reading done and am becoming a genius at Pathwords on Facebook. 

That’s it really.  I will think of people to nominate later. Join in in the meantime if you want. I must go now. I am just cremating some garlic bread.

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