Katrina Perkins bestowed me with the One Lovely Blog Nomination the other day and I’m just now getting around to thanking her for it. I tell you what, I’m gonna be late for my own funeral, which . . come to think of it, might not be the worst idea I’ve ever had.
Ms. Perkins is an actress of the working variety. She’s not aspiring, she’s doing in the knee deep and come hither sexy sense of the entanglement. So go honey and gin up her joint and check out her latest roust. She is a lovely bit of mayhem happening strong.
Now, while I gratefully accept the nomination for Lovely Blog, I’m kinda scatty wire on the rules thang. Rules and me haven’t gotten along since I was old enough to break ‘em. But since it’s KP shouting out, I will not amscray.
The first part of this deal? Well, I told you all about the sugar being served up in big and lovin’ spoonfuls over at Katrina Perkins place. As for the next part of this bi’ness, I gotta share my own 411, which is the thorny part–BIG pun intended. Okay, in a band aid rip . . .
1- Cayman Thorn is STILL not my real name.
2- I am the owner of a cool black cat named Mr. Speaker.
3- My daughter is my best friend.
4- My “Vegetarian Summer” results were amazing. I lost the five stubborn pounds I had been wearing for most of the past two years; didn’t crave the smokes and will continue to incorporate my vegetarian selections into my diet cause I love ‘em.
5-My favorite celebrity kibosh was with Tom Hanks. We talked baseball and vintage baseball cards. It wasn’t an interview, just a really cool chat.
6- I believe in angels.
7- Back in the day I celebrated my divorce with a trip to Vegas during which I had a one night stand. I used my real name, she used Celine. Just kidding . . . she went by the name Cher . . .
Bonus “About Me” thing (I told you I was no good with rules)- So, I follow up the believing in angels thing with my one night stand confession. Yep, if ya know me? This makes sense.
Now for the lovely part of this show. The people who pretty up this sad sack joint.
Break It Down Pete- Giants fans and Americans of all ages. . unite.
Adventures of a Dog Mom- If you love dogs, grab a leash and get here.
Steven Jeffries- Ditch the four letter habit and hit this guy up. MUCH better.
Eternal Solitude of the Restless Mind- Get to Brazil, like right now! Go….
The Wish Factor- She loves chocolate AND she’s an Iron Woman.
The Petal Pusher- She loved me from the get. Photo shop here.
Khamillion- Tell her to get back on her blog-saddle, please.
Simone Benedict- And her too. Seriously.
Sara no “h”- Alright, one more. Honestly. Give her shit about it. She’ll laugh.
TedBook- I’ve got a feeling he’s a Democrat. Don’t hold it against him.
The Hook- He just wrote a book. And it has nothing to do with Captain Hook. Or George Bush, or the Kardashians, or . . . yanno what? Just check him out.
4am Writer- Remember that song Rob Thomas wrote about 3 am? She trumped that by a country mile. Writers gather here.
Rowland Jones- We’re related. I’m the good looking one. Okay, we’re really not related, but I’m still the good looking one. Just don’t tell him I said that. Please.
Guapola- Speaking of good looking, this Idol contestant gives loves out in every post. Punch him back some love, and make it count.
Susie Lindau- Unwrap an adventure. I call her Colorado cause I always attach a moniker to someone I dig. Take my advice, and you’ll dig her too, even at 5,000 feet high.
It seems the operator of this blog- Cayman Thorn- was remiss in his nomination process. While he abided by the rules of the nomination process, he left out one of the big players on this blog-bar . . .Fantasy Furnace. If I have offended anyone- Fantasy Furnace- with this omission, I sincerely apologize. Hopefully, my New York visa has not been revoked as a result of this unfortunate incident.
That’s it. I have officially accepted the nomination for One Lovely Blog, and I have nominated fifteen other people in light of it. Now, if only our Presidential conventions worked this way. That would be some cool shit, for the cable cabals anyways.
In licking this envelope closed, I send this one out to MY lovely. Cayman might rule this roost, but I’m in charge of the last dance, thank you very much.
Peace and love, kids. And go Lovely.