I hope you’re ready for a HUGE (if totally expected) announcement – in TWO WEEKS TIME the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop turns ONE HUNDRED (weeks old). We’re gonna have TWICE the party we had at #50, and YOU’RE INVITED!We have yet to work out the particulars and run risk assessments, but it’s going to be amazing. All of the co-hosts will do something EPIC together, and there will be a fancy-beautiful SPECIAL ONE-OFF button for the event, and PRIZES! (there will always be prizes).
Come back next week to find out what awesome shenanigans we’re planning, and how YOU can get more involved in our #100 celebrations.
Meantime there are DEFINITELY ten things I’m thankful for, but in a week where I managed to go for a run, do some housework, AND cook, AND go out for an evening with friends on the Tuesday, and on the Wednesday morning I was outsmarted by my own socks, and being too warm nearly made me cry…my brain is sufficiently discombobulated (HOLYFUCK! I just saw a cricket run across my floor. Yaknow, eventually when they go, I am NOT gonna miss the bloody LIVE FOOD for the spiders)
Damnit. I moved. Then it moved. Now I can’t find it and I don’t know what I was saying. Something about NOT being in a head-space for any kind of coherence, and I just realised I have no photos for my week except one…AUGH…yaknow what, this is gonna have to be one of those times where YOU, dear reader, trusted companion of the Blogosphere, will have to just use your imagination and pretend that I’ve done a fabulously exciting and insightful Ten, when in fact what I’m putting out here is kind of like the crud you get left in the sink once you’ve let the dishwater go…
A – I’ve worked. I have a job I’m competent at and ever-learning to get better at. It’s fun and distracting and the people are very nice. I get to leave it behind at the end of the day and come home and WRITE, which is what I love to do. So there’s that.
) – I got a piece published on Andra Watkins’ blog (muy exciting – I do love to guest post) about my excitement of making a memory in September, when I come to Murica to meet a wonderful selection (though definitely not enough) of my Blogosphere friends. It’s going to be INCREDIBLE and probably one of the most exciting things I will ever have done.
8 – I applied for (and got) my ETSA. At the end of the process (nerve-wracking, and done with my heart thrumming panic in my throat, just in case the US decided that I WOULDN’T be allowed to come) I got a lovely message from the Department of Homeland Security, welcoming me to the USA. I’m INNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
q – I finished NaPoWriMo over at The Well Tempered Bards. It’s been such a gorgeous ride, this writing a poem every day malarkey – it’s helped me to process, to connect, to have an outlet for silly and angry and happy and all the feels in between, and I am SO happy I joined in with this one.
# – I got a GORGEOUS parcel in the post, with AMAZINGINCREDIBLE BOOKS in it. I am SO psyched that Helena’s campaign to get published was successful, and that I now have Memoirs 2 to read, as well as the play, Penelope, to lend out (and bring back and keep forever) – Penelope made me laugh so hard I cried and nearly stopped breathing. I can’t recommend it highly enough. BUY THEM NOW! Memoirs AND Penelope. You won’t regret it…
g – I’m tired but I have a warm blanket snuggling me in, and I’m about to go and get a cup of tea and a bowl of ice-cream but I want to finish this first so it’s DONE, because otherwise I never will, and I hate feeling like a let-down when I don’t manage to get the code out on time (it’s currently only an hour and a half late…for the HOP!). But all will be well and they’ll get the code and I’m sure no-one will mind too much.
x – I can’t remember this one, so I’m going to try to sleep-type something for you. I have my eyes closed and am letting my fingers wander around the jeyboard. Thing is, I won’t know until I open my eyes whether o or not I was anywheree good, so I think I’kkl just issue the challenge that I have to publsish this however it comes out, and then see whether anyone else fancies writing a sentence or so with their eyes closed, and see how it turns out. I bet your fingers know more than you think…
11 – ^^^Not bad, and now I feel somewhat refreshed, having had my eyes closed for five minutes.
$ – I’m a dork and nobody minds. That’s a BIG thankful. I played this week, sending a topless pic* to certain, select friends. It was all quite hilarious and raised a number of eyebrows but people joined in and wanted to laugh and joke and celebrate a certain liberty with me. So to anyone who got the pic, you’re welcome, and thanks for being sweet about it.
3 – I have amazing, wonderful friends, both on and offline, and that is worth EVERYTHING. Even though I *just* wrote about correct usage of superlatives and not being a dick with language…and it turns out I’m as bad as everyone – I just never noticed. OOOOOPS! [The content of the post still stands, though]
“*sounds on fingers* I *think* that’s the telly. They’re happy for us to use whatever we like” <—- Okay I AM tired. That wasn’t just with my eyes closed – that was with my brain closed and I have NO idea where it came from.
This MUST be Ten…
*Um yeah, so it was a photo of half my face, holding up a pen to the camera. The PEN had no top on it. As *IF* I would ever send a boob shot – what do you take me for?
**The cricket just came back. I caught him and threw him outside, where he can take his chances. Now I’m gonna eat the tail-end of a tub of ice-cream. From the tub. PURE CLASS!