When I was a child I was ticked off, absolutely enraged by the fact that there is no new TV in the summer.
And then I stopped watching television so it became a moot point. Recently however, I discovered why there are only poorly made, low budget, reality shows to be found on television during the warm months- no one’s home.
Now my blog was doing pretty well. I have approximately a squillion and a half family members give or take five, who check my blog fairly frequently and a handful of followers who aren’t related to me that also like my work. Then July came, and everyone and their brother went away and the stats for the Great Unwashed tanked harder than Arrested Development’s Nielson ratings. So now the only people reading the Great Unwashed with any sort of regularity are my Mom and Roscoe’s Mom.
Actually Roscoe’s Mom reads it more often than my mother but that’s because Roscoe is a boy which means he doesn’t call his mother to say “Mom! I just watched the news and my inflatable crocodile is underneath the shelf next to the door in the basement if you need it.”
Just an FYI there was a MASSIVE flood in Toronto. My parents live near said giant throbbing metropolis. (That sounds vaguely dirty but is really meant to express my feelings about the city. I think I just made things worse.) Anyway so in the event of a flood I wanted them to know where the pool toys were.
Because that’s what you need in a flood. Pool toys. On a different note, the Red Cross wouldn’t hire me.
Red Cross- A country has just endured a horrible life changing crisis. What do you send?
The Great Unwashed- Cotton candy! I like to eat it when I’m sad about things like my parent’s cats being sick.
These people are prepared for anything from a child’s birthday party to a earthquake.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Getting back to the original point of this post – The Great Unwashed is now going into reruns. Not really, but I am re-posting the part one of two Liebster award posts because part two will go up on Saturday. Or Sunday. There’s an issue with me changing time zones on one of those two days and although I’m good at many things, figuring out times in other countries is not one of them. Roscoe even made me up a table so I can figure out what time it is in Ontario while I’m away. Supposedly this will prevent me from calling him at odd hours.
Even still I have no doubt that I’m going to shock him awake at 3 AM while I’m away. He’ll bolt right up in bed hearing his phone ring thinking that he has to dash back to the hospital to prevent someone from bleeding out and it will just be me, calling to tell him about a lizard I saw.
I’m an excellent wife.
On with the reruns. Also I promise, promise part two will actually go up Saturday.
Or Sunday.
Blasted time zones.
Neil Patrick Harris Declined My Offer To Host This Award Post
However the show must go on, and this is an awards show. For me. Just me. Here at The Great Unwashed we are super self involved but we are also about family. Big family. That last sentence may have been foreshadowing. Or it would be if Roscoe would let me have my way. On with the show.
Dear Faithful readers,
The day has finally arrived. I was nominated for an award. Not a big award. More like WordPress’ version of a participation award but gosh darn it, it’s an award. And I’m chuffed. Now there are multiple steps to follow for this award, so many that I’ve decided to break it into two blog posts.
First you need to acknowledge and thank the person who nominated you. So thank you Erica Funi of Finding The Funi, I do so appreciate being nominated, I was so thrilled that I called my Mom, who already knew because she went on my site and saw, but didn’t call me because that’s the kind of mother she is. Actually she may have texted me in her excitement, I’ll have to check my phone to see if there is a cryptic “k” from the day that you nominated me. This is my mother’s electronic way of communicating with the world- one indecipherable letter at a time. Sometimes she’ll put a “u” or an “i” in there just to mix it up.
Getting back to the award. Erica is a wonderful writer. She also has a nice smile. And I have it on good authority that she does not smell. Erica, I don’t think I could have written a more winning recommendation if I tried. Thanks again for nominating me, I did my best to answer your questions which was of course the second step in the process.
What is your biggest pet peeve?
People asking about my pet peeves. No that’s not true, like most people, I love to be questioned about the things that are bothering me. Most recently my biggest pet peeve is Roscoe’s refusal to take a second wife. I’ve gotten into the show “Big Love” of late and the concept of polygamy is really growing on me. I just love the idea of someone else cleaning and grocery shopping and vacuuming. Roscoe claims that I don’t fully understand the idea of multiple spouses.
Car-mel or Car-a-mel?
Are they both edible? Yes? Then why are we having this conversation and not eating sweets?
If you could trade places with anyone for a day, who would it be?
I can tell you who it wouldn’t be – my imaginary sister wife. I left her alllll of the laundry. The pile is taller than me, which isn’t saying much, but it’s also taller than Roscoe. I’m going to consider that an accomplishment. We’re out of laundry detergent but I’m sure my imaginary sister wife can take care of that.
What is the last website you visited?
Hold The Condiments. Occasionally I feel it necessary to send windy, rambling messages to other bloggers. Before that I wrote a fan letter to the Byronic Man.
Wait did I answer the question? No matter, moving on.
Toilet paper. Over or under?
Once again, I think you’ve missed the forest for the trees, or in this case the forest for the products of the pulp and paper industry. As long as you have TP, you’re good. Unless of course you have a house full of riotous teenagers and it’s Halloween, in which case you’re probably going to be out of toilet paper shortly. Also you’ll owe your neighbours a cake. I’d hide the eggs before you start baking too.
What was the first concert you went to?
I feel like you don’t want me to answer Raffi. I’ll go with someone much cooler instead- Hanson.
What is your favorite quote?
MMBop.
Is that not a quote?
They’re definitely cooler. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How do you take your coffee?
In litres, preferably in the morning.
Or in gallons for all my Southern reader friends.
What are you having (or did you have) for dinner tonight?
A sandwich, I was supposed to be making wheatberry salad, but then I started watching “Big Love”, and answering a never ending series of questions.
What is your favorite thing about yourself?
I feel like this is more than eleven questions, or possibly I’m answering more than eleven questions, or maybe it just feels longer because I keep asking questions.
Let’s say my ability to count.
What is your guilty pleasure?
Polygamy, but I haven’t actually done that, I just imagine other women cleaning my house and then making me litres of coffee. So let’s go with eating all of Roscoe’s special yogurt out of the fridge.
Stay tuned for part two of the Liebster award posts. There’s going to be a bar fight.
This picture was taken almost a decade ago. Incredible- to think I mastered the art of capturing only the backs of peoples’ heads at such a young age.
The Great Unwashed 