It's New Year's Eve otherwise known as the seventh day of Christmas - so what better day to officially and publicly accept the BEST award of the year (in my humble and most modest opinion); The best BLOG of 2012 THE YEAR award (I may have accidentally added the prefix 'best'.)
I'm supposed to list seven things about me - but those of you that already know at least seven things about me probably also already know that (much like Times Square at the stroke of midnight) I'm about to drop the ball on that one!
Instead I figured I'd roll with the 'seven' theme and have my 3 year old - whose voice is more angelic than the Holy Spirit himself (boasts his tone deaf Momma) - sing the run down of the 12 days of Christmas starting with the Seventh Day of Christmas....
What was I thinking?
After two days of rehearsals and watching like a million different versions on You Tube and jelly bribery and staying up late to film, then going through hours of movie takes in a last ditch desperate attempt to glean a partially successful song sequence, I give up.
Here are some farting elves instead:
We had every version of The 12 days of Christmas known to man playing back-to-back on You Tube earlier today, in our hopeless quest to teach S-boy the words. The chipmunks finished their squeaky rendition, and a load of hamsters and talking cats and dogs followed. Neither of these clips were conducive to teaching our three year old the words. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse we stumbled across these farting elves.
The hubs grappled for the pause button, and I just about choked I was laughing so hard at Mrs Clause and her 'flapper' fart. OMG! The kids didn't bat an eyelid - except at the end, when our littlest boy yelled "House gone!" holding both his palms upwards and rising his eyebrows questioningly.
Back to the best BLOG OF 2012 THE YEAR award.
I have to share the back story on this...
Not less than five months ago I washed my hands with these blogger awards.
I'd received one for the first time toward the end of June and boy was I stoked. I was over the moon and basking in my husband's pride. I thought I'd made it BIG time - finally this was the break I'd been waiting for..... then I read the 'rules'.
When I realized that the award was a creation of someone not too dissimilar to myself and it had been passed on time and time again to many bloggers, (...you mean to tell me this isn't an 'official' award? I haven't been invited to present at Blog Her conference, or received a publishing contract with Huffington Post? What do you mean I have (the power vested in me) to pass it on to other bloggers?) I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me.
And yes, I also felt like a total idiot. I had to admit to the hubs that we wouldn't be jetting off to any fancy writer's award ceremony so he could stop dusting off our suitcases and bung them back into the shed.
In the following two months I got a number of these so called 'awards' and while I was grateful for being acknowledged by my new-found blogger friends with these small internet tokens of appreciation, it was hard to get over the bitterness of my disappointment.
When Little Miss D arrived I tried to stay present on the blog, even though life with a newborn and my boys (1 and 2 at the time) was crazy hectic, but I couldn't keep up with the back-log of awards. I didn't want to reject any of them. That happened to me the first time I awarded my favorite bloggers, and I won't beat about this bush anymore. That stunk.
I guess I wasn't high ranking enough, or popular enough or whatever.
I also didn't want to ignore any of them by not responding. Again this had happened to me a number of times and that pretty much blowed the same as being rejected.
So I did the only thing I always do in a crisis. I blogged about it. I admitted all - in what I thought was a light-hearted and funny manner. I didn't pass the awards on individually, instead I left them up for grabs.
No one grabbed one.
I was utterly rejected on a massive scale - but at least it was over with in the one fell swoop. I licked my blogger wounds and moved on.
My main readers were my FB friends, and hardly any of them are hard-core bloggers, so they didn't need a stupid award anyhow.......
In steps Miss Stephanie Sprenger.
Okay so she didn't
I'd just figured out how to make a Facebook page and received my first 'like' from someone who wasn't a Facebook friend of mine or my hubs.
How very exciting! Of course I shouted the hubs over to the computer desk to show him somebody out there, that was under no social network obligation, had 'liked' me.
Like he really gives a rat's ass! But he dutifully came over anyway and kissed me on the forehead.
Mommy For Real had liked me.
Of course I started stalking her straight away and I was even more excited. She was a story-teller, just like me!
She wasn't doing give-aways, or promotions or other bloggie bumf I don't yet understand. She was writing real honest to god stories and she made me laugh out loud from day one! I was hooked.
I added her to my blog roll on my sidebar no messing - that's where I add all the blogs I read so I never miss a new posting!
And then I went and published Taking care of bloggy business!
The following interaction took place;
Now it might just be me that obsesses about how well my blogs and comments and replies and tweets go over, so when I received Mommy, for real.'s comment at 20:46 I felt my palms go sweaty.
Oh shit. I hadn't just offended my only non-obligatory 'like' had I?
I obsessed over my response for the next 49 minutes (give or take).
She didn't respond until the NEXT DAY. For 16 hours and 44 minutes I thought I'd lost my new blog friend by my reckless slagging off of those most sacred bloggie awards.
I was sooo relieved when she responded with an emoticon. It wasn't a smiley face, but it was STILL A FACE.
Thank fuck for that!
Fast Forward to this week. No one has given me a bloggie award since - and I don't blame them! Either the blog has gone down hill (likely story) or my bloggie friends actually read my blog and pay attention.
In walks Miss Stephanie Sprenger.... again.
And in spite of all, that magnanimous lady only goes and bestows me with the BEST AWARD (of 2012) EVER!
She graciously gave me an out - said I didn't have to fulfill the blogger duty of formal acceptance and passing it on - but I just couldn't do it. I'm SO damn proud of this latest award and so grateful that it has been thrust upon me in such a manner.
I want you all to go and check her out now. Now.. NOW I tell yer! Her stories are truly great. Of all the bloggers I know, I'm convinced her writing will be the first I see in print. She's already been published in The Power of Moms a couple of weeks back. And I'm just waiting for the day her name will be bandied around on The View or Ellen. She's that good.
I can't say enough wonderful things about her so I implore you to go and visit her blog and say 'hi' from me. You won't be disappointed.
Did I tell you she can sing too?
It's totally unfair that she can write so beautifully AND sing that way too. Bitch.
I'm still not done yet.
She said I don't have to pass this on to another blogger, but I want to. See, there's only one other blogger that I love quite as much as Stephanie and I desperately don't want to miss this opportunity of letting her know it.
So here goes....
(By the power vested in me..) the 'BLOG OF 2012 THE YEAR' award (AKA The BEST BLOG OF 2012) goes to the incredibly warm and witty and funny Michele Marriott (aka Shelly Bean from follow me home...)
I love Michele's casual and easy and hilarious writing style. I wait in anticipation for her blog to pop to the top of my blog roll, and I'm sometimes left waiting for a week or more... but when she delivers boy does she deliver. Michele NEVER disappoints.
There 'aint nothing like a Shelly Bean comment - and I've seen that said on many a comment thread. She's everywhere spreading love and laughter and she has an uncanny knack of making you feel really special. Without a Shelly Bean comment you've got to wonder if something's up... (no pressure Michele)
She always leaves me thinking the world would be a better place if there were more *Double Ms in it. (*Double M is a nickname appointed by another fellow blogger Slu Rider and I just love it.)
So that's it from Go Momma for 2012! I realize I've left you no time to pay it forward Michele - but that 'aint no thing but a chicken wing! Please just accept this award for your sidebar. It'll look blooming gorgeous up there.
Now all my bloggy business is taken care of, all that's left to do is to wish every single one of you a Happy New Year!