I've Been Liebstered

Yes, I have indeed been Liebstered.

Ummmm, what is that, you say? Do you need a doctor? Or bed rest? A tissue? A straight jacket? Is it catching?

First off, it is catching, but that's a good thing. Second off, I needed a straight jacket before this, so that question doesn't even count. Thbbbt!

And now back to being liebstered. My writing friend, Jenilyn Tolley, gave me this:



From the minute amount of German I remember from high school and college I think it means she loves me. Or at least she loves my blog. (And it has a heart on it so if my German failed me, I have a pic to back me up.) Bonus! Because I heart/liebster her right back. She's a fun, fun gal with a crazy love of boots. Go check out her blog.

Seriously. Go forth and do. Really. Oh alright, you can wait until you finish reading mine. I know I'm just that addicting.

Anywho, in compliance with the almighty Liebster rules I must now:

1.) Milk a goat.
2.) Do the hula.
3.) Learn to beat box.
4.) Secretly deposit seven zucchini on the neighbor's porch without getting caught.
5.) Drive five carpools simultaneously.
6.) Hug a fat cat.

I'm strangely excited to do number three.

Okay, the real rules, which are so not as fun as mine, are:

Bestow the Liebster Award to awesome bloggers who, at the moment, have less than 200 followers. Then:

1.) Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them. (Check.)
2.) Reveal your top five picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog. (I'm getting there. Don't get all anxious. Sheesh.)
3.) Post the award on your blog. (Check.)
4.) Bask in the love from the most supportive people on the Internet – other writers. (Oooh oooh. I like this one. Grin)
5.) And best of all – have fun and spread the karma! (Me likey this one too. Double grin.)

So, without further ado, here are my five be-awesome picks. Cue the drum roll.

Sandy at A Writers Heart
CL Beck
Elizabeth Mueller, who has a book coming out this fall. Squee!
Mary at The Gray Willow
And Candice at Suffering From Writer's Blog

Taaa Daaaa!

Don't forget to check out Jenilyn's blog now that you are done reading mine, because she rocks! And so do all my fab picks. :)

The Versatile Blogger--Who Me?

Donea Lee over at The Queen Of Procrastination gifted me the Versatile Blogger award!



How cool is that? Thanks so much Donea!

So, according to the rules I now need to tell you seven things about myself. The problem is, I couldn't come up with seven things that didn't sound really boring, you know, stuff like: I love fuzzy slippers and cinnamon gum. So, I called my sister and asked/forced her to come up with seven things for me.

Here is how it went:

Me: Tell me seven things about me.
Her: What?

Me: For my blog.
Her: Seriously?

Her: Alright, you're funny.
Me: Okay. But looks aren't everything, you know.

Her: You never give up.
Me: Stubborn and pig-headed. Check.

Her: That's not what I meant.
Me: Stubborn. Double check.

Her rolling her eyes, and yes, I can hear this over the phone. Like my hubby, she has very loud eye rolls.

Her: You're an artist.
Me: Um, I'm not going to lie on my blog.

Her grinning: Whatever. Let's see, you're awesome.
Me: Didn't we just discuss the lying thing? And that isn't a thing, it's a state of being like on Kung Fu Panda. And I might charge for awesomeness...if I had any. Which is probably why I don't.

Her rolling her eyes more.
Me turning down the volume on my phone.

Her: You are a great cat smuggler.
Me: Ahh, those were the days.

Her: You're a good listener.
Me: ........

Her: Leisha?
Me: ........

Her: Hello?
Me: What? Did you say something? I was thinking about smuggling cats.

Her: Never mind. How many more do we have?
Me: One. I knew seven would be too hard.

Her laughing.
Me not listening because I'm good at that.

Her: You're imaginative.
Me: If by that you mean I spend most of my time off-planet and delusional, you're right.

So, now you know these earth-shattering details about me. (Note: Leisha is in no way responsible for any and all therapy bills incurred as a result of reading this, or any, post. Thank you.)

Now on to some fab peeps I want to pass this award on to. And it was so hard to narrow it to just these few. Really. :)

Debbie at Cranberry Fries
Mary at Writer's Butt Does Not Apply To Me
L.T. at Dreams Of Quill and Ink
All the great writers at The Scribblers Cove
Susan at Ink Spells

Thanks again, Donea!

My First Award and Sprinkling Systems

I got an award. Hard to believe, I know, but here it is. Grin for me.



Karen from Typing With My Toes presented it to me last week. A great big thanks to her for the award. Check out her blog. It's a fun read.

Anywho, I believe I am supposed to pass on this award to five other fabulous bloggers so, drum roll please, ta da! Here they are:

Nikki at All About Words
Terresa at The Chocolate Chip Waffle
Brodi Ashton
Mary at Writers But Does Not Apply To Me
and my newest blogging friend, but long time real life friend Jonene at The Wonderful Obsessions

On to the rest of my post. Sprinkling Systems. I love them. They come on in the middle of the night and water your lawn and garden. Do you know what this means? It means they do work for you. Lots of work.

Until they stop.

Then everything green around you withers and dies. At least here in Utah. Here is a list of things I have learned about sprinkling systems:

I miss them when they go on strike.
Hitting the pipes in the little green box with a wrench doesn't make them work.
The neighbor's sprinklers love them.
Mine hates me.
Tomatoes miss water.
The grass turns brown fast if it doesn't get watered in ninety-seven degree weather.
The inner workings of the little green box are more mysterious than wizards and even less cooperative.
Trees miss water, too.
I was not meant to be a sprinkler whisperer--more of a yeller. Sigh.

There is something cruel about watching your lawn and garden crisp. Especially when you've waited all year for ripe tomatoes and squash. Sigh. Any ideas on how to make it work? Hitting it and mumbling threats doesn't do a thing.