"Why, it's a Major Award!"

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Leg Lamp

LOVE A Christmas Story!  I have no idea where this leg lamp label originated, but *I* hijacked it from this blog (with her knowledge, of course!) for use in this post.

“Frah-Jee-Lay…  Must be Italian!”

If you haven’t seen the movie (and if you haven’t, shame on you!), you will not understand.

Moving on.


I got an award.  A bloggy-type award.

Typically when I get nominated for an award, I just kind of smile and shrug (read: look puzzled and cringe) and say “Um…thanks?  I think?”  There’s a whole list of rules titled How To Receive Your Award With Grace and protocol usually requires that I share intimate secrets with my readers (uhh…don’t I do that already?) before sending them (my readers, not my secrets!) on to visit blogs of other perversions persuasions.  I did this once before…sort of…but that was back when I had like five regular readers.  Now that there’s at least seven of you (give or take) who regularly read my ramblings, I felt I should make more of an effort to accept this latest one.

So without further ado…

Compassionate Communicater

I think she got the ‘Cum’ part wrong, but ‘Passion’ I can do.  If it was *my* award (oh, wait…it *is* my award!), it’d be the ‘Cum, Passion It’ Award.

I’m a ‘Cum, Passion It’ blogger.

Heh.  😉

So, if you’re anything like me (yes, yes, I know…you are your own individual, a unique and special snowflake, and nobody is anything like you…You-Neek and Speh-Shul, you are), you probably read the little quote (which, by the way, should be attributed to someone, even if it’s ‘Anonymous’) on the certificate above and said, “Whaaa…?”

See?  You’re more like me than you want to admit.  😉

Or, perhaps, you *like* me more than you want to admit?  You like me!  You really, really, like me!  (Yes, Sally Field said it first.  I think I deserve an award for properly annotating my quotes.)


I found out the general gist of this award is that it’s passed from one blogger (Blogger A) to another (Blogger B) because Blogger B strikes a chord (however off-key it may be) with Blogger A.  Sometimes that chord is not so much a chord as it is a funny bone.  So she (Blogger A) likes my blog (written by Blogger B) because it makes her laugh and she (Blogger A) gave me (Blogger B) an award because of it.  Woo-hoo!  Go me!



‘Kayso, enough about me.  Let’s talk about other people.

Behind their backs.  😛

The general rule is that in receiving this award, I’m supposed to link to seven other blogs I think are cool. If you were paying attention, you’d know I’ve already included two links above.  The first one (a la The Leg Lamp) is PG and is full of short funnies that are good for a quick snort-laugh.  The second one (She Who Gives Random Awards, a.k.a. Deviant Wench) is also funny but definitely *not* PG, if you know what I mean.

So now for the remaining five:

Ned’s Blog:  This post had me snorting water out my nose, and I’ve been following him ever since.  Ned Hickson is a (PG) humor columnist, and he’s well worth clicking your mouse to.  Erm…  Well…  Clicking your mouse…  You know what I mean.

innocent1:  He doesn’t post very often, but he’s funny.  And PG.  Sorta.  Mostly.  I think.  And I read his blog even though I don’t understand his penchant for running.  I mean, does anyone truly like to run?  I don’t.  I *do* it.  (Run!  I *run*, perverts!)  But only in short bursts.  And usually only if the Mister is chasing me…

Lance + Jeff:  If a gay Christmas tree is “put-together,” then I wanted the straightest-ass tree possible.  I read this line and I was hooked.  There’s some stuff in this blog about Dollywood and Disney World that I don’t get at all, but these boys remind me of my brother (the one I actually like, I mean; I have three, but the two who *aren’t* gay are… um, not my favorites), even if they do frequent Dunkin’ Donuts a little too often to be considered healthy.

In The Forest, Falling:  To say Sparks In Shadow writes beautiful poetry does not do her words justice.  She paints her words on the page with precision; no splatters, no drips, no runs.  Her poems are a delight to read.

A Shot A Day:  Photography, pure and simple.  He’s learning how to use his first DSLR and as you will see from his gallery, he’s doing an awesome job of it.

(If I linked to your blog and you came back to read this ridiculously long post, consider yourself nominated.  Feel free to don your tutu and cavort about doing cartwheels.  Or, feel free to do nothing about it.  Either way, really.  And:  If I read your blog regularly but did *not* link to you in this post, consider yourself spared from the agonizing ordeal of preparing an acceptance speech.  Also, consider yourself awesome.  :D)

So there you have it!  Seven peeps for you to peruse.

Awww…  Were you expecting 100% kink?  Sorry (not really) to disappoint you.  I’m a well-rounded reader.

And speaking of being well-rounded:

Cleaning My Curves

   I’ll bet you thought I forgot, didn’t you?  Nope!  Happy Wanton Wednesday!

0 thoughts on “"Why, it's a Major Award!"

    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      You’re welcome, Wenchie. Turnabout is fair play and all that…

      Although if *you* turn about (or rather, turn around), I can’t guarantee that I’ll play fair.

      :: innocent look ::

      But I’ll take a swat at it.


      Just sayin’.