Smile! The Alternative is Everyone Thinks You're a Bitch!

Isn't that how that saying goes? Something like that, anyway.

So blogbuddy extraordinaire, the Slingster, got hisself a right Shiny New Thing in the way of a You Make Me Smile award. Absolutely fitting because I think I speak for all of us (I've always wanted to say that, and have it be true) when I say he makes everyone smile. A Lot. Sometimes LOL like teenagers, even. He's a friggin' cheer-bringer, can I get a hell-yeah?


Anyway, Sling has made me smile extra today, because he saw fit to bestow this smiley award on yours truly. Shiny New Things make anyone happy, but what made me smile more than anything was the awesome compliment he bestowed along with it:

More Cowbell makes me smile because she calls 'em like she sees 'em. From home repair, to the not-so-subtle bigotry that somehow still exists in this world, if you fuck up, you can bet yer ass you'll get called on the carpet.

Hell yeah, calling it like I sees it, that's about the best thing you could say. Well, that and "My, your ass is really small," but let's face it, that ain't happening. The other part of his compliment was a bit more disturbing, as it let me know that others are, in fact, finding perverse pleasure in my home repair saga. Yeah, laugh it up guys, very funny. What am I, a home improvement clown, here for your entertainment? Fine, give me a month - it might seem funny then.


So, now I need to bestow said Shiny New Thing on 3 more cheer-bringers.

Crap, that's always the downside of these things -- first you're all happy, and you feel all special, but then the other shoe falls, and you realize, "Crap, now I have to pick people". And you have to do that thing everyone does where you talk about how you'd like to pick everyone you read (which, basically, is true, because if you didn't like reading their shit, you wouldn't be reading their shit.) and how will you ever choose (which, basically, is true, because it's like choosing between Mexican food and Indian food ... both kick ass in different ways.)

OK, so, narrow down to 3 bloggers who make me smile.

Evilganome, also known by his street name, Evil-G -- 'cause he's so street -- is funny and surprisingly functional. Whether furiously knitting a fancyass fisherman sweater, threatening to blow up a sports stadium, or cyberly holding my purse, he brings a deliciously demented smile to my day, balanced out by the occasional Deep Thoughts post. Love this guy. Plus, I'm pretty sure he's going to knit me that scarf for reals now.

RG actually deserves a "You Crack My Ass UP" award, but whatever, close enough. I've got to find out what sign he is or something, because I have a special affinity for his particular brand of humor. It's kind of irresistible. The man is twisted with a finely honed sarcastic wit. Always a plus. Plus he's hot. Always a plus. Love your ass, you skinny bitch.

Red7Eric always makes me smile. He often makes me say, "hell yeah!" too. (not in that way, you freaks, it's a totally non-sexual crush, sheesh.) He's always got some interesting shit to say, and he'll throw in funny bits that make me laugh in the middle of it. I guess it's all part of his Big Gay Life. Hi, he's a cheer-bringer.

JP - fuckit, I'm going for 4, because I'm rebellious like that, and let's face it, JP makes everybody laugh. In that enchantingly bitter way. All the damn time. Plus, he makes Fran unsmile, and that's just priceless.


Love my boys. Not to leave the gals out, though. I have a confession. I'm a slacker. It's true. I know you think I'm over here busy with furnaces and meetings and offspring, which is true, but I still find time to blog, and I have been a blogslacker. For instance, Gina memed me some time back, that whole middle name thing, and I still haven't gotten around to that. I can't get past the first letter. The first thing that came to mind was "B ... boobs! My breasts are only big when I'm fat, which is a fucked up trade off." So yeah, I kind of stalled there.

The other blogslacker thing is that some time back, Melody the Crazed Sewer (also cracking my ass up with that name) awarded me the Rockin' Girl Blogger award, which is awesome, because every girl likes to be a rockin' girl, right? Implies you're not a lameass girl, right? Melody is rockin' because the girl sews like a friggin' supernatural being. I mean, she seriously intimidates me, as I got nothing in the way of craft genes. Plus, she's cute, and wears the hell out of her cute clothes that she makes herself.

Anyway, Rockin' Girl Bloggers: the first who came to mind were Whim and Monica, but they've both already got that award, because hello, they're rockin' girl bloggers.

First, I'm saying to hell with the Ex finding me through the linkage thing, and give it to the Radical Bohemian, because she is the most rockin' girl blogger I know. And I should know, I've got the stretchmarks. (just don't mention me over at her site, ha! I comment over there as kolomp.) This chick seriously rocks - I'm so friggin' proud of her, and that's only partly because I'm her mother. She takes a stand, educates herself, and gives back. And talk about calling it like she sees it? Understatement. I admire the hell out of her. Plus, she might take care of me in my old age.

Elizabeth, I dub thee a Rockin' Girl Blogger. Check out her site - she's another calls-it-like-she-sees-it blogger. I appreciate her varied experiences, and like reading about things from her vantage point.

The Hat. Need I explain more? I didn't think so. Hello, she rocks. Period. Again, I think I speak for everyone when I say we all have a totally non-sexual crush on her.


Whew! Now for that meme: B ...