It’s not every day you get nominated for an award. So when I found out that one of my favorite bloggers, co-workers and good friends, Mitchell, nominated me for one of the Liebster variety, I was pumped.
But what in the world is a Liebster Award?
According to The Google, Liebster is a German word for “dearest” or “beloved,” and this badge of honor is designed to shine a spotlight on blogs with fewer than 200 followers that are worthy of recognition and encouragement. You share 11 random facts about yourself, answer a series of 11 questions set forth by the person who nominated you, and then create a list for a new group of bloggers you admire.
I’m all about spreading the link love, and I’m especially honored to be nominated by Mitchell, whose blog, Fabulously Lost, I rank among the likes of Gawker and Gizmodo in terms of laugh-out-loud content. His storytelling technique as he recants his adventures in dating, reality TV and life in general is fantastic, and I’m convinced they will eventually be adapted into a Bravo television show. Definitely the best blog you’re probably not reading.
11 things you may not know about me
- I won a beautiful baby contest, circa 1985. Our loot? A check for $15.
- I’ve never broken a bone. And I’d rather not.
- My first time leaving the country (Canada doesn’t count) was on my honeymoon in May 2011: Montego Bay, Jamaica.
- I was impossibly anal as a teenager. Someone jumping on my bed after it was made could bring me to tears, I used to rewrite my notes from class if I thought they were messy and I had perfect attendance all four years in high school.
- The one and only time I donated blood, I did so on an empty stomach. So, naturally, I passed out, spit in the nurse’s face and spent three hours in the donation center recovering.
- I was obsessed with Minnie and Mickey Mouse as a child, and one of my earliest memories is meeting Minnie at Disneyland in California. I didn’t realize that, as I was approaching her, she was attempting to take a photo with a child who, obviously, didn’t love her as much as I did. Minnie gently nudged me away, but it may as well have been a slap in the face. I still haven’t gotten over it.
- I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
- I’m a sucker for Southern accents, attempt to insert “y’all” into my everyday conversations and am also convinced I was a Southern belle in another life. I blame country music.
- Speaking of country music, my first-ever concert was Crystal Gayle. (Long hair, don’t care!)
- My list of phobias is obnoxiously long and includes heights, spiders, flying and being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
- I never envisioned leaving Michigan. Ever. I grew up in a town of 4,000 people, was very sheltered, and it just wasn’t something anyone did. It’s truly astounding what I’ve learned and experienced since moving to New York City — not to mention the incredible people I’ve met — and I am so thankful for this opportunity.
Answers to Mitchell’s questions
What is your spirit animal?
Because I didn’t have a good answer to this question, I decided to Google “what is a spirit animal” and stumbled upon a quiz to determine yours on OkCupid. My results: the deer. “They are a respectful and beautiful animal. They are fearful and timid at times, and are considered as having only slightly above average nobility and wisdom. The deer is a fairly common guardian, and you can feel proud knowing it will serve you well.” Snooze fest.
If you could be rich and famous like the Kardashians, would you be okay with a sex tape being released?
I love this question for a variety of reasons, though, mostly because I’m obsessed with reality TV and have seen myriad paths to stardom. And while the Kardashians do lead a glamorous life filled with exotic trips, designer duds and a car service 24/7 (Why is that one of the things I’m most jealous of?) I’d much rather become rich the old-fashioned way: by working hard and doing what I love.
In a fight to the death, who would you bet your money on: Taylor Swift or Miley Cyrus? Why?
Toughest question ever. My natural inclination is to say Taylor, simply because she seems to master anything she puts her mind to (in this case, ending Miley Cyrus). However, in this situation, I feel like Taylor would rise above (and probably write a song about it), while Miley would be scrappy and fight dirty to win at all costs.
Favorite housewife from the “Real Housewives” series?
This is like asking a parent to pick his or her favorite child. I’d have to say (former) housewife, Bethenny, from Real Housewives of New York City. I wrote a post about how much I admire her, and she’s always been very honest about using the show to grow her business. I also love Caroline from Real Housewives of New Jersey because she’s the quintessential matriarch, whom you can tell truly lives and breathes her family. I think we could be BFFLs.
If you had to go blind or lose the ability to walk, which would you choose?
I think I’d rather lose the ability to walk. So much of how you experience the world is based on sight.
What would be the one food you could eat every day for the rest of your life?
Pizza. Fig, prosciutto, pepperoni, sausage… the possibilities are endless. And as long as we’re talking about food that I love, let’s include cured meats, cheese and Qdoba nachos.
It’s impossible to pick just one. Reba McEntire defined my childhood. I remember listening to Tim McGraw’s “Don’t Take the Girl” ad nauseum on cassette tape in middle school. “Tearin’ Up My Heart” by *NSYNC connects me to my teenybopper roots. “The Good Stuff” by Kenny Chesney reminds me to always be thankful for what I have. Taylor Swift’s “The Best Day” makes me think about my mom and her unwavering support through all of life’s ups and downs. ”Make You Feel My Love” by Adele reminds me of my wedding day (our first dance).
Harry Potter or Sabrina the Teenage Witch: Which type of magical powers would you like to have?
I think it’s pretty obvious that Harry has the most desirable set of magical powers: invisibility cloaks, riding on broomsticks, apparition, patronus charms, and he can summon things by saying “accio” and pointing his wand.
If you could be the most amazing dancer or singer in the world, which would you choose?
Another hard-hitting question from Mitchell. Singing a song at the top of my lungs while driving down the highway probably ranks among my favorite things in the world, but I also harbor an intense amount of jealousy for those who are able to take over a dance floor. I want to dance so well that the club can’t even handle me right now.
Who is your favorite diva?
Britney. I’ve been fascinated by her ever since “Hit Me, Baby, One More Time” and her romance with the other man in my life, Justin Timberlake. When she put on her crazy pants, shaved her head and attacked a paparazzo with an umbrella, her fall from grace was like a car accident that you can’t look away from. I don’t think she’ll ever truly return to her original shine, but I’m rooting for her.
“I hope, for your sake, that God has a sense of humor.” … “Oh, I have 17 years’ worth of anecdotal proof he does.” How do you pick just one? In middle school, we had just gotten back from recess, and a couple of my friends hadn’t finished their homework for social studies, so they decided to “check” what I had written down.
Our teacher came in, saw all of them huddled around my desk, and immediately accused us of cheating (which, I guess, is technically what they were doing). We were publicly shamed in front of the entire class, and in that moment, I thought it was possible to die from embarrassment (Imagine the teacher’s pet, honor roll, do-no-wrong version of myself I described earlier.) Because of my track record, the teacher later gave me a chance to explain (which involved an onslaught of tears, of course), but the emotional scars remain to this day.