Getting to know you

Last week I was lucky enough to be nominated for a few snazztastic blog awards. Thank you very, very much PageMarkerUK, WriterAficionado, and HotChocolateandBooks!

If you have a chance, please take a moment and visit their spots – there is some mighty cool stuff a-brewing around there parts. Ch-ch-check it!

So after I blushed a brilliant red and sputtered about like a tea pot filled past its brim, I got to thinking about what are some of the strange and wonderful things I could share about myself (that I haven’t already bared outright through Rant and Roll.)

In order to make sure I don’t have people running for the hills, I’ll space out the reveals over the course of a few posts.

Ms. PageMarker was kind enough to pass on the Kreative Blogger Award nom. Acceptance requires me to tell you seven tantalizing and tyrannical facts about me. Or was it exciting? I have a hard time keeping those straight.

Let’s jump right in:

1.)    I can’t whistle. I had pretty insane jaw surgery when I was fifteen to fix my bite and I’ve never been able to pretend to be a bird or let hot dudes know that I think they’re smoking since.

Bird. Birdin.

2.)    At night, I walk into doors and walls. This happens far too often for my own good. In my mind I’m incredibly stealthy because I think that I know the lay of the land inside and out, until of course I rip open the bridge of my nose on the thermostat. Then I’m just incredibly, irrationally angry.

3.)    Two of my favourite authors are Henning Mankell and Haruki Murakami. They, in my humble opinion, are master storytellers.

A good long read. Wind up bird chronicle is still my fave though.

4.)     My top five places to visit in the world are (in no particular order): Sweden, Japan, Vietnam, Costa Rica, and Iceland.

5.)    If I ever get the chance to go to Baskin Robbins, (which sadly are highly endangered species in the Great White North) I’ll taste a new flavour, but I’ll always, always, order mint chocolate chip. In a sugar cone.

6.)    I met Mr. M when I was eighteen, got engaged at twenty-two, married at twenty-three. If you had told me when I was sixteen that this would be the course of events, I probably would have told you to stop smoking the hard stuff. But now I wouldn’t change anything for double the world, or more.

A moment that lives in my heart.

7.)    I get creeped out by some pretty weird stuff: soup skin, cloves stuck into an orange at christmas, really graphic medical drawings of lungs in science textbooks, bamboo shoots cut too close to the ground, the thought of eating a blackboard eraser, the sound of paper towel coming out of an old dispenser – THESE ALL GIVE ME THE HEEBIE JEEBIES.

Urg. I’ve crippled myself just typing that out.

Anywho, as those classic Warner Bros cartoons were wont to tell us:

I hereby nominate the following radsters for this award. I am very intrigued and excited to see what they may share with us all.

Dangerously Daydreaming

Hopeful Typist

Well Fed Flat Broke

Sprocket Monkey


Fantasy Scribbles


So to finish off, of this blustery, sunny, brilliant Spring morning, as David Bowie once said –