Bloggy Award

Cool, look what MJ gave me!
I love blogging for the connections I make, the narratives I stumble upon and the abundant inspiration.  I like how this award can open our eyes to another’s story, another’s images of life.
I like how this award thanks the writer, the crafter/the thrifter, the mama, the photographer in all of us for a job well done and a job worthwhile.
With that, I’m happy to pass it along to some other mamas I adore.  These are mamas whose stories start many of my mornings, with coffee in hand.  In dreamland, I think it would be cool for all of us to sit around a table, share hot buttered homemade bread and a strong cup of coffee (or, frothy mocha).
Once the award is received:

  • link back and thank the award giver
  • share 7 things about yourself
  • choose 7 bloggers to pass it along to
  • contact and congratulate the 7 award winners

Thanks you so much, MJ.  Your stories and images on Wander Wonder Discover are a joy to read, to savor, to pause and remember.
Seven funny habits and guilty pleasure about me.
1.  Pez Dispensers.  Long before I ever had children, in fact, when I was still a child I started collecting Pez dispensers.  I dream of having a huge, huge dining room table with a glass top.  Think window box.  I’d fill it with my scores of Pez.  I have Bugs Bunny with three whiskers, Bugs with four.  Oh, how Pez characters change throughout the decades.  I’ve found vintage, dusty, in-package Pez in random antique stores across America.  I’m such a nut with Pez, I’ve been known to add my daughters’ dispensers to my collection.  Yup.  And I’ve been known to finish they’re candy.  Especially if it’s cherry.
2.  Irrational Fears:  Cruise Control and Fax Paper.  Cruise Control.  It terrifies me.  I have never used cruise control, will never use cruise control.  I even have a very difficult time sitting in the passenger seat of a car under the control of cruise.  Maybe I think it will never shut off.  Not sure.  Fax paper.  It makes me nauseous.  I can’t stand the way it feels.  For some reason, touching it makes my elbows hurt.  For fun, you should watch me at the grocery check out.  Um, no thanks, I don’t need a receipt.  No, really.  I go to great lengths to not touch it.
3.  Wishes and Whiskers.  I believe in wishes softly spoken at blown out candles, wispy dandelions and shooting stars.  I believe if you tell someone your wish, you might jinx it.  I think I was four years old when I found my first cat whisker from my first kitty, Tiger.  I couldn’t grasp how it had fallen out, and I slept with it under my pillow.  I believed it brought sweet dreams.  When my eldest daughter, Betty, was nearly two, she found Slinky’s shed whisker on our Victorian floors.  I held it up for her to examine, she blew like it was a candle.  I like to think she made a tiny toddler wish at that moment.  For this, we’ve saved all Slinky’s shed whiskers and placed them in a glass jar.  It’s our jar of wishes.  Yeah, it’s a strange collection but we dig whiskers and wishes.
4.  Coffee.  I dig it.  It’s my lifeblood.  I gave it up in my pregnancies, and vowed to worship it once I was done having babies.  If it’s just brewed from a dark bean, I like my coffee in a mug fit for two hands.  I like my coffee hot and black.  If it’s espresso, then it’s a whole different story.  I like it as a triple shot, chocolaty, without whip cream, and super frothy.  Wet like a cappuccino, chocolaty like hot cocoa.  I like my Americanos to have just a splash of hot water, just enough to make the crema of the shot into a lovely picture.  Yup.  Super particular.  Luckily, I have a guy who knows my order and will use all the crazy lingo that goes along with espresso.  Luckily, I have an awesome espresso machine to satisfy my longing.  I write a lot at night, so the midnight mocha isn’t an uncommon experience.
5.  Poetry.  I majored in poetry during my undergrad.  I’ve been published quite a bit, but not in a bit.  I worked for the National Endowment for the Arts as a Poet for a program called The Writer’s Voice, Poets on the Prairie where I worked as a writer in residence within underfunded schools across Montana and Wyoming.  Oh, poetry.  I love everything about it.  How free verse looks typed on the page, how a fine collection fits together, how the voices of Jane Kenyon, Billy Collins, Wallace Stevens, Sharon Olds [and so, so many more] deliver direct honesty, crisp and clever word choice and beauty in the ordinary.  I still write poetry – nearly always after ten at night and in black ink.  I always title my poems because of Emily Dickinson.  I grew up down the long road from where she lived and, quite honestly, she’s the reason I always title a work.  [She didn’t.  The first line of a poem, book, movie should never be the title.  It’s a cop out.  I’m not impressed with her.]  Every once and a while, I try to get to an open mic, but it’s been a long, long time since I was in a poetry slam.  Poetry is meant to be read aloud.  Let the latter be your guide for today.
6.  Cruisers.  I love vintage bikes.  White-wall tires, chrome fenders, huge baskets.  I love the work you need to put forth to get up a hill, since most have only one speed.  I love their weight, their original colors.  Streamers on the handlebars, chime of the bell, skirt in the breeze:  perfect.  I love how my current bike is a salvaged Schwinn, found in a dumpster by my hubby and lovingly restored, shined and pieced back together.  If I had an enormous garage and an indispensable bicycle income, I’d have a cruiser for each day of the week.
7.  Popcorn.  When we lived in an old, drafty Victorian house on the shores of a windy prairie on an entirely different island, we lost power a lot. I was on bed rest, mama to a one-and-a-half-year old and horrible at starting fires in the wood stove.  I remember unplugging the fridge from the generator and plugging in the air popper.  Three minutes of warmth, half hour of eating bliss.  [You can even melt butter on the top of the air popper.]  I used to love a contraption called the Whirley-Popper.  We’d add an 1/8 cup coconut oil to the stove top popcorn maker [when there was power], then the 1/2 cup of butter.  Tasty, but not too healthy.  So, now we love the air popper.  We love:  hot sauce and garlic salt, butter and shaky parmesan cheese, honey and cinnamon.  Don’t even talk to me about brewer’s yeast on popcorn.  No thank you, I don’t like the taste of sawdust on my popcorn.  I have a hard time sharing, so I like to divide into individual bowls.  I always make a big batch before a long road trip.  Yummy.  Think I’ll go make some right now.
It was so hard for me to trim my bloggy-love list down to seven.  Love is tough.
And now for passing the blog love along.  Here are seven blogs I adore because they are a joy to read, to savor, to pause and remember.  Here are seven blogs that are part of my morning walk about the Internet.  Here are seven blogs I think will find the time to and find the joy in the act of paying forward the deserved bloggy attention.
Mama May I Writes
Lady Cordelia
The Habit of Being
Spider Woman Knits
Earth Mama
6512 and Growing
Love in the Time of Foreclosure


  • Cate says:

    Congrats on your award!!! I love coffee too! Another blog I read has this great pic on her side bar that reads “I drink coffe so I can stupid things faster” – that's so me!!
    have a great weekend

  • Kt says:

    Congratulations from me too. Count me as another who shares your love of coffee and mugs for two hands – especially hand pottered mugs that feel like you are SUPPOSED to have both hands wrapped around them! I'm trying to go caffine free at the moment…it just feels wrong!

  • Clancy Tice says:

    Your fear of fax/receipt paper isn't off-base:

  • Cory says:

    Congrats! You deserve awards and more awards because your blog is great! One of my faves.
    And thank you so much for giving me an award too! I'm so honored!!!! I am going to try my best to live up to it and pass it around as well.
    All love to you! You rock!

  • Elizabeth says:

    Also congrats. I can't wait to check out the blogs you suggested…..

  • Congrats on your award!

    I especially loved reading your comments on coffee….I'm a bit of a caffeine freak, myself, and am rather particular about how I drink it. As part of my participation in another blogger's writing workshop, I actually wrote a poem about coffee that, as a fellow coffee fiend as well as poet, you may find amusing:

    (I know; who writes poems about coffee, right?!)

    Anyway, glad to know I'm not the only high-maintenance coffee drinker around! ; )

  • Awesome, quirky, wonderful list. xo

  • Jenn! Thank you for sharing the love. (I'm just seeing this now). By the way, I love that one of the seven things you share about yourself are irrational fears. And I love that one of them is cruise control. I get that.

    Oh- and you made me really want a frothy mocha. And popcorn. Not at the same time, though.

  • the whiskers! i love cats and we have always had cats, but i have never found a whisker that wasn't 'connected'. you must be very lucky or an eagle eye! my mom cut all the whiskers off of her childhood cat, Lord Plushbottom, so maybe she cursed me in the whisker department. i'll start looking more closely! hooray for your award.

  • Elissa says:

    love learning these bits about you! i must have a 'thing” for poets as i adore you and my gal M at “checkout girl.” it's probably because i'm jealous….. love the idea, but i suck.

    happy day! we finally have SUN HERE too!!!

  • MJ says:

    What a wonderful list of things about you!!! I don't know what I loved more, the pez, popcorn or poetry passion!! And I have to agree with you on cruise control, I never use it–it freaks me out!! And regarding the coffee, how about you and I rendezvousing in Seattle for a coffee crawl!! I hardly spent enough time there to appreciate all of it!! I usually devour espresso, but I must know what machine you use. Ours has been great but is on its last mile I think! Thanks so much for sharing :)!!

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