The Mistress of Mayhem, Di Jones has nominated me for a Liebster Award. If you’ve never heard of the award, it is presented to bloggers who have a curious fascination with beer caps. Okay, that’s not entirely correct.
Anyways, Di Jones did me good with this nomination and I am shouting back a ‘lil love her way as a result.
And I will do so in just a moment. Right after I house clean the last couple days ‘o news. Don’t worry, this won’t take long . . .
New Pope is a Pup– Jorge Mario Bergoglio is 76 years old. That’s young enough to get carded in his business. Seriously, it’s nice to see a Latin American take power without the United States talking sanctions. Although . . . I would’ve gone with Tony LaRussa. A Cardinal for 16 years with 3 World Series appearances and 2 titles. Not to mention, he witnessed un miraculo in 2004 when the Red Sox won it all.
Heat win 19th straight- El Diablo owns the NBA, Pope Francis.
Okay, that’s all the news that mattered to me over the last few days. Hey, I’m the reason cable news was invented, what can I say?
Now I can get to Di Jones. And just so’s you know? She’s someone worth getting to, in a hurry. Di was born in Liverpool, a city known for mop topped blokes of some repute. She lends her talents to that lineage with a remedy that pleads on the where you came from and where you’re going romance of our workaday world.
If you’ve been busy throwing dice against the wall and hoping for a double smack, then try out this Chick Lit Lovely, because she has the ideas down. Hot and smoochy. Go see for yourself.
As per the acceptance of this award, I gotta volunteer 11 random facts about myself, answer a few questions posed by the presenter and then recommend others for nomination.
11 Random Facts about me:
1- Cayman ain’t ‘ma name
2- I was born in Fort Apache, the Bronx
3- I once interviewed Kelly McGillis
4- I never kill bugs, unless my life is hanging in the balance
5- Lifelong claustrophobic who is slowly winning back my space
6- Cooking is my passion
7- Vera Farmiga has a HUGE crush on me (Okay, that’s a lie. I just wanted to read those words . . . )
8- Ann Curry was once confused for my wife. (Future Post)
9- No. I’m not rich or famous
10- I wish I was rich, but not famous
11- I never slept with Kelly McGillis. Or Tom Cruise. If I had, I would be rich AND famous
Now for those questions posed by said presenter . . .
If you could choose to be any animal, which would you choose and why? I would be a Bengal tiger. Men would fear me, women would take countless pictures of me.
Which book have you read more than any other, and why? Life of Pi because it nourishes.
If you could choose one person to totally erase from history, who would it be and why? This guy
Tell us about the project you are currently working on and one that you are planning to start. It’s a story about the choices me make and the ripples they create. Next up? Hmm, I have several possibilities.
If you won 30 million dollars in the lottery, what would you do? I would buy a new pair of pants. To replace the pair I ruined when I pissed myself upon learning I won 30 million dollars.
What part of your body do you like the most and which do you like the least? I’m comfortable with all parts. No thanks to beer.
What is the thing you are most scared of? Guy Fieri’s success.
If you could swap lives with one person for a day, who would you choose? Mr. Vera Farmiga.
What is the one thing that you cannot do without? Love
What is the one thing you are most proud of? One year off the smokes on April 22nd.
If you could choose anywhere in the world to live, where would it be and why? I would choose to live in peace. And yes, I believe it’s an actual place.
As per the nominating part of this show . . .
I’m taking my lead from Di Jones on this by nominating a single blogger for the Liebster. This nomination strays from the dictates of said award, but come on, when does Cayman Thorn toe the line on anything.
I am not following the rules, or the wishes of the nominated blogger, in this instance. Khamillion marches to the beat of her own drum when it comes to blogging. I blame her for keeping me here when I was ready to move on from blogging.
Khamillion keeps me grounded to the here of now that we blog our sphere of thoughts off of. She’s no nonsense, fashionable and real as all get out. And I want her to post that Liebster badge on her blog, if only ’cause it would be a simpatico pledge the two of us could amble on in the tangential melody of a technological neighborhood.
I love ya Di for the nomination, and the crushed ice humor and the thoughts you word into high heeled being. And I love ya K, for that salsa grab we bent virtual elbows to back in the day and the college football education you lent me and the mad idea that a gal from Alabama and a Bronx born boy can share Gibran in that same sweet way.
And . . . I love the lot of you, and that means to say all my WordPress peeps. For reading me, for commenting, for keeping on. You guys are the orange juice of my day- that healthy shot of a good smiling way. You rock my mood into a disco kinda place.
‘Cause when you’re dancing, it means you’re doing something right.