by MrsFatass on October 11, 2009

This is a good week to be me. First, I got an Over the Top award. And today? This friend gave me the Gorgeous Blogger award.

Here are the words that accompanied the award: You probably have already been awarded one of these, but I heart you and your outlook on life.

Blink. Blink blink.

Well, friend, I have not been awarded one of these. So I thank you for those kind words and I graciously accept.

I am to share 6 things about myself. Can there possibly be 6 more things to share? Holy cow. Okay. Here we go.

Uno. I have a birthmark. Right here on the inside of my left knee:

When I was younger it made me incredibly self-conscious. All of those elementary school days sitting cross-legged on the floor? My hand or arm always covered it. So embarrassed.

I have had it looked at by many doctors, and everyone agrees that it need not be removed, and I’m so glad. Because now? Now I love it. It’s part of what makes me ME. I love it when a kid will see it and ask me what happened to my leg. I love being reminded that it’s there.

But you know what? My left arm is still programmed to cover it up whenever I sit cross-legged on the floor.

Deux. There is another body part I have always been self conscious about. My hands. I have always referred to them as FatGirl Hands. As long as I can remember, no matter what my weight, I’ve always had these chubby little hands and sausagy fingers and when Trophy Husband was still Trophy Boyfriend, and we were looking at engagement rings before he became Trophy Fiancée, there was not a single one that I could just slip on my finger to try. When we got home that afternoon, I excused myself to the bathroom, and I cried. About my hands. Ugh.

I have also never told him that.

C. I cannot stand being tickled. Absolutely cannot stand it. Do you know why? Because when I get tickled, to me it actually hurts. HURTS. I cry. I cry real tears. TEARS! Because it hurts.

Thing One doesn’t understand, because he loooves to be tickled. So he tries to tickle me just to see if I’ll cry, or if I’ve been faking all these years. I’m not. I am not faking. It hurts when I am tickled.

There was an episode of Judging Amy where the social worker mom was helping a kid who was the same way. In the show it was like a real disorder with a name. I keep meaning to Google it, but I never seem to remember.

All that said, there is one place on my body where this rule does not apply:

Any gentle tickle that could also be characterized as maybe a nuzzle or perhaps even a smooch on this area of my body can lead to giggles, goosebumps, and on occasion, Business Time.

4. I have truly amazing friends. I don’t know if they’d want me to use their names, so I’ll make some up.

This is my KathyGriffin. Hilarious and honest and sarcastic and unwaveringly herself. She and I were good friends when I lived in Michigan, but have gotten even closer since I moved because she has embraced The Facebook. She paid me a really great compliment on Friday that still makes me smile when I think about it.

You have all heard a thing or two about Mrs. Tim. Last year we had a random beautiful 80 degree spring day, and Trophy Husband and the kids and I were outside. I still hadn’t really met anybody yet that I hoped would become one of My Girls, so while we were enjoying the weather I noticed Mrs. Tim in her yard planting flower seeds around her mailbox. I went over and asked her to be my friend.

She said yes. We took our kids for a walk to the park a few days later, and now? She’s one of My Girls.

These are all the people that came to help us pack and load the truck to move.

Trophy Husband was already living in North Carolina, and all of these folks are the reason I was able to be ready for him to get here just in time to drive the truck to our new home. In this picture are the best people you will ever meet. During our hard times, some of them slipped grocery store gift cards in my purse. Some of them helped take care of our house when we had to be away for a month because my dad was sick. Some of them held our hands at a very sad funeral. Some of them know the meaning behind the phrase POWER UP! Some of them stood outside the door of the delivery room so they could be among the first to meet our new arrival. Some of them stood up in our wedding. One of them fainted during our wedding. They are all amazing and wonderful and you will never know better people ever in your whole life.

This is a very special friend who I am hoping can be enticed to write a guest post or two here:

She’s got a lot of very wise and interesting things to say, and has taught me much of what I know about being a Christian but not a zealot, being kind but not fake, being loving and being loved, and that being friends with women truly truly ROCKS. Oh, and she also is the reason I ever watched an episode of Sex and the City. Anyway, I’d like to be able to take a day off at some point. So, will anyone help me convince her to take the reins for a post or two?

5. I do not eat ham.

Six. This award is called the Gorgeous Blogger award, right? Well, I very rarely feel gorgeous. Sometimes I hit on pretty, sometimes I hit on sexy, but there are very few moments where gorgeous would enter my mind. That said, this picture was taken at a moment where I felt the closest to gorgeous. When this photo was taken I felt pretty damn good.

And, here are seven more gorgeous bloggers:

Hadley * TJ * Carlos * Jenn’s Pants * The Other * My Life on a Diet * Fat Daddy

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{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

Jennifer Brindley October 11, 2009 at 12:37 pm

Ooh, thank you!

And it might be a sensory disorder. Do you (or did you) have issues with seatbelts/clothes (undies, belts, shirts) and the textures of clothes when you were younger? Do you still have an aversion to different types of fabrics?


THE OTHER October 11, 2009 at 1:26 pm

awwwww.. you are so sweet.. I have never gotten an award before, for anything. so to get a GORGEOUS Blogger award… *blushes* I don't know what to say.

So, I take it I am supposed to post it to my page and then tell six things about myself?

Do I then pass it on to SEVEN other people? how does this work, help!!!


Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit October 11, 2009 at 2:15 pm

You are just swimming in awards.

Come pick up the one I left you, too.


Mrs. Sheila October 11, 2009 at 2:45 pm

LOVE learning more about you!


TjRenee October 11, 2009 at 8:15 pm

I soooooo want to be one of your 'My Girls'! You just rock.

BTW, thanks for the award. *smooch*


Christy in Seattle October 11, 2009 at 9:32 pm

Glad you had a good week! 🙂


cmoursler October 12, 2009 at 1:41 am

hmmmm….no ham. I don't know. Ham's pretty tasty.


Katie October 12, 2009 at 9:25 am

Ham. How funny. My best friend won't eat it either.

Great blog. U were lucky to have that many ppl help you move. My friends seemed to "disappear" when it was moving time.


Melissa October 12, 2009 at 10:06 am

Congrats on the award. You deserve it missy!
And add me to the sausage hands group. I was looking at a picture that was taken a couple of weeks ago and my eyes instantly focused on that. I can't stand them!!


Carlos October 12, 2009 at 11:19 am

to know ham is to love ham


Hadley October 12, 2009 at 12:20 pm

Thank you!

I'm also incredibly self-conscious about my hands.


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