Happy Saturday! It’s raining here. I’m so happy. I love the rain when it is Saturday and I do not have first graders with ants in their pants at my house. Instead, the hubs, Syd, PJ, and I are having inside recess here. Love. LOVE LOVE LOVE! Hubs made me breakfast, too. I had an Egg McMuffin without the egg. Eggs kind of gross me out (and I don’t like the way they taste). A doctor said to me one time, “I don’t like anything that comes out of that end of a chicken either.” Now I stand by it.
Well, I got an interesting email. From some PhD website. They’ve nominated my blog for MOST FASCINATING. At first, I was so blown away. Wow. FASCINATING. That’s a Fancy Nancy word if I ever heard of one. Plus, a website was nominating me — not bloggers. Well, aren’t I speshial? (insert digraph in the middle to get across how I’m saying it)
As I read further, I found out that my post “Uno, Dos, Tres” was the reason they felt I should be in the contest. It garnered a lot of comments and discussion.
Uno, Dos, Tres? I don’t remember writing that. I know it’s Espanol for One, Two, Three but that’s about it. I had to rack my brain. It hurt. I don’t recommend doing that.
And then it hit me. Uno, Dos, Tres was my giveaway for reaching 1000 followers. In other words, I had 189 comments because people were entering the giveaway. It wasn’t a big to-do that gave people a burning desire to dicuss it. The only discussion was what people were going to be doing for New Year’s Eve — which just turned out to be lots of staying home and eating junk food.
So now I feel a little sheepish. Not to be confused with a little lambish.
I mean, a giveaway post? It’s obvious they didn’t actually read it. It’s nowhere near as good as . . . um . . . my post about . . . that one time that I wrote about . . . who am I kidding? None of my posts are educational. I should just change my blog name to Teeny Tiny and call it a day. I guess it’s good they’re not highlighting the Talk About It Tuesdays. Then I might really feel a little goatish.
On the other hand, if I accepted the nomination, I got a $25 giftcard to a restaurant.
So I had to think long and hard about it.
After about one millisecond . . .
SOLD! I accept! I am honored. Let me fan my face with my hand and choke back a sob. Someone pick me up because I have fainted!
So anyways, here’s the thingamajig:
Is it just me or does that remind anyone else of a Curriculum Cop Badge?
And, if you feel like voting for me, and you’re not afraid to get too close to a Curriculum Cop Looking Badge, please click below.
There. Done. I may bother you a few more times to vote. Just for fun. It’s not like I care at all. Not in the least. It’s the last thing on my mind. Not a care in the world. Nope. Uh uh. I’m footloose and carefree. Careless, shall we say.
And not to put any pressure on anybody, but I did a lot of voting on the best Mom/Teacher Blog thing. A lot.
But I’m not campaigning (definitely not the way they do it on Big Brother when they’re on the block, and they say they’re not going to campaign, but then they always do). No way. No need. It’s not necessary. It’s just a little contest. Means nothing.
Well, the hubs just said that Inside Recess got extended so I’m going to go cuddle under a blanket with my laptop him and enjoy the day.
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