|That's a whole lotta sweet, dudes!|
*P.K., for those not in the know, means "Pastor's Kid". It means that I'm used to putting on my Sunday manners and showing my "good girl" side in random public.
How did this happen? This blog was meant to be a secret outlet for all my nerdiness! When I started waxing poetic in real life about Yoda and the Force, I could stop annoying those around me and come here to share with like-minded nerds. When I made random references to Warp Drives, Bones, Spock and the gang, and started saying things like "Beam me up", I could transfer it to this community. If I suddenly realized I had corrected someone's grammar one too many times, I could take that over here! This blog was going to have a lot of nerdification in the forms of Star Wars, Star Trek, books, and grammar deconstruction.
Where did I go wrong? How did this blog go all sweet on me? Is it over-ripe?
Oh wait, I know. I inadvertently fell in love with that wildly popular Transformed Non-Conformist, Brett. (Ken also bestowed this award to him. Coincidence? Nah. The Force.)
So I've gone sweet. It happens all the time.
Intentional or not, "Doesn't Speak Klingon" has been deemed an
Since I'm positive the sweetest thing about this blog is my relationship with Brett, and because I don't post about us very often, I will post random facts about "us".
Seven Random Facts (For more random facts, see my 100th post):
1. We were both perfectly happy single people. Perfectly willing to remain so. TRUE FACT!
2. Brett claims to have "no game" and yet when we are out, he is by far the more socially adept of the two of us. TRUE FACT!
3. Two pictures of our wildlife hunt that I just couldn't fit into my post about our day in Indianapolis:
|It's a Blue-shirted Cattail Hunter!|
|The elusive Rock-climbing Tree Monkey|
4. I want to brag about him all the time. In the "nyanee-nyanee-boo-boo" way, showing off that I won first prize in the contest of life. ...Or is it bragging about myself to do that? (What a witty guy like Brett is doing with a dork like me I will never understand.)
5. On our first date, (read this one) the historical interpreter giving us the tour brought out a slate and a "slate pencil" and offered them to Brett to try writing on the slate. This was his message:
|Didn't even stop and think. His is an instant wit.|
7. I still have the card that came with the flowers. (If you haven't read that story on Brett's blog, you should. It's some great writing and a fun, "sweet" story.)
And now my Irresistibly Sweet bloggers:
(Some of us don't get out and explore the blogosphere enough to find new sweetness! I'll do my best.)
Funny or Tragic
Sweety Darlin' (It's in her title!)
A Holly With Follies (always "irresistible", sometimes "sweet")
Jenny of The Internal Struggle - I just found her - or rather, she found me.
Thoughts Appear (Her posts are short and sweet. If I'm pressed for time, I can just stop here.)
Amanda at Tall Tales and Short Stories (She can be pretty random, which I love.)
Life at 30 Feet (If you read nothing else, read how she wound up where she is.)
Josie Two Shoes