Rockin’ Girl Blogging Award

Back in August, April tagged me with this award. I didn’t see it at first; I was in Cozumel. She tipped me off to it last week, so I went to check it out.

In her nomination, April said some things that made me blush and dig my toe in the carpet and grin like a loon. She also speculated that I wear WWND undies. That is so not true. And it isn’t because nobody has made any, either. *mumbles* That would be sacrilegious and disrespectful. I mean, what if I got my period? We would then have to design a special pantyliner worthy of the WWND undie line. So yeah, let’s not even go there.

I’m not exactly sure what this award entails, although I’m flattered as hell to receive it from someone as awesome as April. Heck, she nominated Dear Author, Bam, Smart Bitches, me, and Karen Scott, so from where I stand, this means April thinks I’m one of the coolest, smartest, funniest, and best informed people on the Internet. I would suspect her of secretly wanting to host Tupperware parties, which I would then feel obligated to attend, if I lived in a 50 mile radius. But I don’t, so I most conclude, she likes me, she really likes me!

Then I started thinking, huh, do I rock? Do I really? Today I got a comment from a guy on MySpace who said I’d honored him by adding him as a friend. My initial response was, ok, he’s having me on — sarcasm is his native tongue. Then he followed it up with a personal message that made me think the fellow was sincere. Flattering, right? Reviewers have been asking for ARCs of Grimspace and SciFi chick put me on a list today with David Eddings and Alan Dean Foster. One of her commenters said, “Apparently I need to go look more into Grimspace, seems to have a following already.” At this point it’s more of a conga line, but I’ll take what I can get. So maybe I do rock. A little?

Let’s examine the facts. This morning, I got up and rambled downstairs in my awesomely ugly flowered nightgown. My hair stood on end as I packed lunches for my kids. I chafed them into eating breakfast and feeding the animals. I chased them around to make sure their backpacks contained school supplies instead of Pokemon cards and Bratz whatchamabobbies. I smelled their breath to make sure they had, in fact, actually brushed their teeth.

After everyone left, I argued with the water meter man in Spanish. By then I had my hair up in some ornamental chopsticks I bought for five pesos at the Asian Cultural Center. Then I shooed two street peddlers away from my gate, still wearing the awesomely ugly nightgown (you’d think that would’ve scared them away on its own, but no). After the minor contretemps, I ate some cinnamon cereal while I answered emails.

Then I got down to work, which lasted until 12:45 when my son called from school. “Mom, can you bring my trunks at 2:30? I have team swimming today.” I could and did; I also picked up his sister.

While the girl sat in the kitchen eating her snack, she had the bright idea to let Daisy in. Our dog is a crazy bitch. She ran straight for the cat box, which is hidden under the stairs. Our male cat, Don (aka Don Quixote de la Mancha) happened to be using said box when Kamikaze Dog bombed him. Daisy quite literally scared the shit out of him. He ran, only half done with his business, and left me clues as to what had happened. I will not describe the resultant mess, except to say it took me a while to clean it up, and the cat now has a twitch.

The cats (Dulce / left, Don / right) have to eat their dinner up on the bookshelf because the dog will pig down their food if we let her, and then come down with a raging case of the runs. However, the dog is terrified of the squeaky steak we bought her as a toy. If you squeeze it, she runs like hell. It’s about the only thing that deters her.

For dinner, I decided to make chicken marsala and then realized the only things I had that I needed for the recipe were chicken, butter and fresh mushrooms. My daughter watched in awe as I poured Boone’s Tropical Fruit Wine into the pan, along with Perrier, a chicken bouillon cube, some miscellaneous spices (such as rosemary), white vinegar, sun dried tomatoes, and I forget what else. I also didn’t have the cream to add at the end, so I melted some butter and whipped that in some milk, then used the concoction to finish the sauce. And the almost-chicken-marsala was motherfuckin’ delicious, if I do say so myself. And that’s probably allegorical — I wing it, flying by the seat of my pants, and to an outsider, it probably looks like a hot mess, but it comes out fine in the end.

Welcome to my life.

For my nods, I have no idea who’s been tagged, but here goes.

Sci-Fi Chick — She shares my geeky interest in many things, such as SF books and superhero films, she lives where I used to, and she put me on that list.

Victoria Dahl — Met her at Nationals; she’s funny and charming. Plus she just sold a new book. That’s pretty rockin’. Go show her some love, why don’t ya?

Jeri Smith-Ready — I first saw her commenting on Smart Bitches, and I read one of her books. Requiem for the Devil is brilliant and heart-breaking. Much later, I asked her for a blurb, then we met at National, and now we’re, like, friends, and everything. I adore her sense of humor and I love the fact that she answers my emails, like I’m not a total pain in the ass. Go check out her guest blog at Bam’s place and win prizes today.

Carrie Lofty — She’s one of my best friends, (who I also met on Smart Bitches, damn, I met just about all my friends on SB!) and she’s also the only person who can crack me up just by yelling, “TURK!” At National we totally MST3K’d some romance novels we got, and we made each other cry laughing. It was a four day slumber party and I loved it. So if you wanted to meet me and didn’t, blame Carrie, ‘cos we had so much fun hanging out that we just didn’t go out much in the evening, once seminars were done. Next year, we’ll throw a party in our room.

L — I just got to know her, but I’d like to know her better, because her dry, droll sense of humor slays me. You know, not literally. Cos I’m still typing. I love her way with words, and I like reading her blog even when I don’t comment, because of the charming way she writes about mundane things. It doesn’t hurt that she said so much nice stuff about Boundless and that she thinks Dev is magically delicious.

Now you tell me… do I rock?

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20 Responses to Rockin’ Girl Blogging Award

  1. Cora Zane says:

    Awesome job! If someone put my name on a list next to Alan Dean Foster, I’d start turning cartwheels! That’s preetty damn cool.

  2. Tina says:

    You do rock, and sounds like a very fun day. I love concoctions that turn out perfect. And just for the record, Motherfuckin’ is one of my favorite swear words. ;)

  3. Carrie Lofty says:

    *sniff* *wipes tear* Thx, you! One of these days I’ll get around to the last time you memed me. Twice. I sux.

    Cograts on the nom, and I luv the lolcats.

  4. Ann Aguirre says:

    Cora — I know, right? I was just moseying along, doing my usual T13 rounds and BAM! I’m still gleeful over it.

    Thanks, Tina. *blush* Fun, huh? Well, cleaning up the cat poo was none too much fun, but I can laugh about it now. I’m totally proud of that chicken dish. I’d make it again, just like that! Sooo good.

    Carrie, you’re a lazy no-good memer, but I lub ya anyway. Heh, yeah, that’s the LOLcats pic I took. I kinda like it.

  5. Angela/SciFiChick says:

    Yes, you do rock.. and thanks for the baton pass. lol

  6. Tempest Knight says:

    LOL @ your pets!

  7. Susan says:

    You definitely rock!

  8. Angela/SciFiChick says:

    BTW, this probably won’t surprise you now.. But I had two siamese cats growing up too!

  9. QB says:

    Well, DUH!
    Of COURSE you ROCK!

    LUV the kitty pic! *sniffle* I ADORE Siamese, but after putting my last two to sleep several years ago (one was with me before my husband) I can’t bear to get another one and go through that heartbreak again.

    Anyway, thanks for the glimpse into the ongoing sitcom that is your life. *snort*

  10. Ann Aguirre says:

    Angela, that’s too weird, dude. These two cats used to be gay incestuous twins, but the neutering took care of that. No more “SUPRIZE! buttsecks!” noises for me at 3am. In the bed, too. Ew!

    When we first got them, we thought they were a boy and a girl littermates, which meant getting them spayed / neutered right away. So we named them Dulcinea and Don Quixote. Cute, right? Turns out Dulce is a boy, he just had incredibly tiny balls. So we switched it to El Dulce (The sweet one). WTF, right? He’s a cat, what does he care? And it still kinda words with his brother, Don.

    Tempest, they’re all insane in different ways.

    *blush* Thanks, Susan.

    Aw, I’m sorry, Bev. *big hugs* I’m not even thinking about that. These two are so young, and we spoil them rotten. I hope it’s a long time before we have to part with either of them. They’re not full bred Siamese, so they’re not as frail sa some of the purebreds can be. These guys are part Siamese, part tabby. Close up you can see some striping on their faces.

    The dog, I’m not so sold on. We seriously have to prepare before we can let her in the house. Everything has to be picked up. The doors have to be shut. Cat food must be put up high. We do everything but bolt the house to the floor; she’s like a tiny tornado. But she has SO much personality…

    I call her Drama Dog because when you tell her no, she seriously sighs and flops over onto her side like she’s dying. She also does this when she wants food. We got her at a pet store because she sat up when we walked by her window. She pressed her paws and nose against the glass and begged for us to spring her. (Yeah, I melted like butter). She’s part dachsund, part basset hound, which is a very weird combination, personality wise. Makes for a damn cute dog, though.

  11. Jeri says:

    Girl, you rock us like a hurricane! You’ll believe it come release day, if you don’t by now. GRIMSPACE is going to kick the collective ass of the sf world (and that’s a mighty big ass).

    Hmm, what would a collective ass look like? Would it have millions of cracks, or just a single Grand Canyon-sized one?

    In any case, thanks for another sweet tag. They’re piling up now, laughing and pointing at my deadline as it writhes, helpless, in the mud.

  12. Michele Lee says:

    uh, yeah, doi.

  13. Susan says:

    I forgot to add that I sympathize with your dog and cats dilemmas! I have a dog and two cats also. Some days it’s like a three ring circus!

  14. Ann Aguirre says:

    Aw, thanks, Jeri. *digs toe in carpet some more*

    Michele, nobody has said doi to me in years. I love it!

    Hehe, Susan, I totally know how you feel. But I love the fool critters. What are your pets’s names?

  15. L says:

    Haha. If it didn’t sound like sacrilege, I’d make WWND undies. That’s an inspirational commercial right there.

    “Do you need direction in your life? Can you not find the one question that will sustain you on your path to happiness? Put on a pair of WWND undies. You won’t ever be led astray again.”

    Then someone will smile and their pearly white teeth will gleam in the bright light.

    Man, el-oh-el cats are the greatest. =)

  16. julia says:

    “These two cats used to be gay incestuous twins, but the neutering took care of that. No more “SUPRIZE! buttsecks!” noises for me at 3am”


    “I call her Drama Dog because when you tell her no, she seriously sighs and flops over onto her side like she’s dying.”

    Now I’m laughing/crying, stop it! As for the Rockin’ Girl status, the fact that the concept of WWND undies began with your post earlier this year – in fact, that’s the first post I read on your blog – well, it speaks for itself.

  17. Samantha Lucas says:

    you definitely rock! :)

  18. Ann Aguirre says:

    Hmm, the rousing response here makes me think I should write the ongoing adventures of LOLCats and Drama Dog.

    What do y’all think?

    Thanks for reading me, Julia!

    Aw, thanks, Samantha.

  19. Victoria Dahl says:

    Aw, Ann!!! I’m totally honored to be on ANY list with so many smart bitches! THANK YOU!

    You definitely rock. You rock so hard.

  20. Ann Aguirre says:

    Wow, I didn’t notice, but you’re totally right, Victoria. I have three Smart Bitches on my list! Hehe.

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