Apparently, I have been nominated for 3 Blogger's Choice Awards. Yay me! I'm moving up in the world! Who knew that after the sneaky hate spiral yesterday that all I needed was to be nominated for some sort of an award to make me feel better? Voting is a hassle though, so I am a little bit worried about the results. I am up to 8 whole votes in each of the categories but 1 of those 8 votes is mine & 1 is from my husband. So that means that I am solely responsible for 1/4 of my current votes. I do not have any idea what if any prize is involved in this contest, and as much as I think it would be cool to win, it would be even cooler to not suck and be embarrassed. Unlike the "Top Mommy Blog" thing that is a vote every day kind of deal, this is (from what I can tell) a one and done thing. However, to vote, you have to go here: http://bloggerschoiceawards.co
Now, see I really kind of wish that I hadn't known about these nominations because now there is all of this pressure to be funny about parenting and to look "hot" while doing it. I am not even sure that is possible. I haven't shaved my legs in a week....can you be "hot" with prickly legs??! Should I go put on some make-up? Maybe I'll at least comb my hair or something. And really, my kids have not done anything "blog-worthy" in the past 2 days. They have done some funny things, but nothing to make an entire post out of. I feel like when I used to get hiccups in Sunday School and the teacher made me stand in front of the class and commanded me to hiccup. I couldn't do it. I feel the same way now -- like I am incapable of being funny.
The husband says that it is because I am trying to force a post. Usually when I write a post it is because I have something funny to tell and it just happens. I rattle it of like I am talking to my friends. And now that I WANT to be funny, I cannot make it happen. He's probably right. (He usually is, but don't tell him.) So this is not really a post as it is a "How To Vote" tutorial. Seriously, go and vote. All you need is an email address and I REALLY don't want to be near the bottom of the list. And who knows, maybe by tomorrow my kids will have peed on something or flashed a neighbor or volunteered me to be their room mom and I'll have something funny to write about.