To Comment or Not to Comment…That is the question

Most people think of March as Award season, but for me, it must be April. After all, we are just hitting the half way mark and I’m getting another shout out. However, this one might surprise some.
PouringMyArtOut has bestowed on me the Best Commenter Award.

Now, when one first reads the Title of the Award, you think “Wow, someone really enjoys what I have to say. They think I make the greatest comments!”

But nooooo. This Dodisharkicorn (??) is awarded to your top 5 commenters. Basically the top 5 people who make comments on your blog via your stats.

Then I got to thinking. How did I get such a wonderful award. God knows I hate talking. Then again, I hate reading and I hate writing yet here I am writing a blog, reading other’s blogs and apparently talking to them too. Oh no, another sign that I’m “maturing”.

STOP! the MADNESS!   I don’t want to grow up!

Then again, I’m pretty sure most of my comments are pretty smart ass in nature or going for a laugh. My Achilles heel. Always wanting a laugh. And with Mr Pouringmyartout it is easy to do this. He is a fellow smarty pants and let’s face it, a little off his rocker. Don’t believe me? Check him out.

But, being the good sport I am, I’m going to accept his award, accept the fact that I think he suckers me in by engaging in dialog with me trying to outwit me.  😀

So let’s just cut the sarcasm, and head into the homework (why must all these “awards” come with sooooo much homework?) Don’t they realize people wouldn’t panic if they got “nominated” if it didn’t involve so much work?

But I digress…. So here are the rules, which I cut and pasted so I hope he had them right… LOL

  • Accept Dodisharkicorn award and display it proudly in your widget sidebar.   (not going in the side bar, but I will paste on this page and award page)
  • Find your Top Five Commenters on your Stats page and present them with the award.  If they really comment that frequently, you shouldn’t need to tag them because they’ll see it anyway.  It’s just polite to link to their blog, though. (I know some folks who are quivering in fear right now)
  • Answer the following questions and pass them on to your Top Five Commenters. (who made up these questions? what are their qualifications?)

The Questions

  1. What is your third favorite color? The question assumes I like more than one. Hmm. Depending on my mood my top three are blue, black & orange (orange since I spent 22 years of my life looking at it everyday)
  2. Would you rather be:  a Jedi, a Pokemon Master or a Wizard/Witch?  Choose ONE. One of my nephew’s head would explode if he had to decide between Star Wars and Pokeman… Hmm, I’d do the whole Wizard/Witch route. Way more fun being in Harry Potter world
  3. Who is your favorite Doctor? Dr Pepper
  4. Can you whistle? Only if I’m not chewing Crackers….Don’t believe me, try it
  5. Would you name your child Sirius Albus? Nope, not even Laughing Dumbledore
  6. What is the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything? Laugh at your Everyday Life…. Doesn’t always make it better, but it helps you make it through it
  7. Do you own a lawnmower? Use too, but hard to mow dirt
  8. Do you think Legolas is a (very pretty) pansy? Is this that Elfy guy in Lord of the Rings??? I’m not that big of a nerd (although I did painstakingly listen to all the books and watch the films….why??………So I could say I did)
  9. What’s the trashiest thing you’ve read in the last year?  Should we cover it for Trashy Tuesday? Waste Management on the back of the truck I was following

Whew, ok, I survived part one of the homework.

Now for part two. Who do I torture?? Hmmm.  I’ve already picked on my top commenters in the past so I won’t torture them again. But I will torture I mean pass along the award to those 5 that commented last…..  😀

My #1 commenter good for a few barbs a week is Pouringmyartout who initially tortured me bestowed on my this fine award. But he has gotten too much press out of this whole thing already and we can’t have his head sweel anymore than it already is.   😀

Those I’m torturing (if you decide to take the challenge )– blame him… LOL…..

Since this is all in fun, and passing on links for you to check out…Up to you if you want to play. My feelings don’t get hurt. ALthough the Dodisharkicorn might haunt you in your sleep and personally, I wasn’t going to risk it.

Award season is closed for the rest of the month. If I get anymore, I’ll put them in the spare bedroom until I can unbox them. I love the shout outs. But the homework is killing me and my typing fingers hurt. So all the patting myself on the back must be put on hold. Need to rest my arm.

Tomorrow we will tackle…..Hmmm….. not sure yet. But tune in, I’m sure it will be good!

~~~~till we laugh again~~~~

Don’t Laugh at the Girl on the Orange Bike – Part II

The Orange Torture Machine

Earlier this month I shared that I was hitting the sidewalks with my Orange bike (Don’t Laugh at the Girl on the Orange Bike). Well, it’s been nine days and I’m still alive and better yet, I’m still pedaling.

Ok, to be honest, I’m pedaling every other day. But hey, it has still been 6 times more than I have the last 9 years. So that is a win.

I have even adventured further than 100 yards from my starting location. Amazing, I know. Yep, I have now managed to not pass out for about 3 miles. I haven’t really measured it with a tape measure, but I’m pretty sure I’m close. And yes, I can even do the whole thing with out stopping now. Unless you count when my water bottle dropped out my pocket and I had to pick it up. (And no, I didn’t do it on purpose just to breathe).

And in case you are wondering, the seat still freaking hurts. Does the butt ever get use to this torture device? I may keep pedaling but I also keep shifting. Or maybe those body parts just become numb over time. Who knows.

So the ride starts off easy enough. I have a path I take in the housing development behind my store. I zig zag through the streets taking in all the foreclosure signs and wonder if anyone will move in before Labor Day (not really, but I do look at the signs). Then I weave past the park and see the birdies eating all the Cheerios that the kids in strollers through out while mom was walking them in their strollers (awe, those were the days – when we all had personal chauffeurs) .

As I pass the park, I’m excited to realize I’m half way there and it’s all down hill. Not really down hill cause it actually is pretty straight then up a small hill. As I approach this one section I see some folks standing outside a garage and pointing at me. Is it me or the Orange Machine? How dare they make fun of me! Then I realize they are just waiving to the lady behind me. Darn neighborly love.

Any how, I turn the bend out of the subdivision and realize the while the stretch back isn’t far it has two big problems. A) I’m truly at the farthest point from my final destination (straight shot back) and this is not the place to pass out.  And B) I now have to go up hill.  Shoot me know….

So like we do when we pedal up hills, we think by pushing on our upper leg with our hand it will help the pedals turn. (AHH HAA Moment – that’s where that bruise came from).  I dodge the cars pulling into the gas station, avoid the mom’s dropping their kids off at day care (I picture them telling their kids as they point at me that this is why they must not drink so much soda).  Then through the McDonald’s parking lot (DON”T LOOK TAMMY) and over a few speed bumps (why I don’t go around them? I like the roller coaster ride effect I guess). Finally pulling up to the back door of my desitination.

I stand there huffing and puffing a few minutes on my jelly legs trying not to look like that person on Biggest Loser who always falls down on the treadmill.

And believe it our not… I feel great because I survived another trip!  Maybe fresh air brain washes us. Not sure.

I’ll update you again in a few weeks. If I stop writing one day, check the newspaper or news for a girl passed out on the grass laying next to an Orange bike – It might be me.

~~~~till we laugh again~~~