Let me just say for the ga-zillionth time, I heart the world o' bloggers and all the love and creativity, support and inspiration you all offer to each other and to me. During this crazy time in my life, where I know almost no one in my new city, I can fire up my laptop, read your amazing comments and your lovely blogs and feel a little less alone.
A while back, the lovely Rosalina from The Words of a Dream gave me the Lemonade Award. Hooray! Thanks so much, lady! Rosalina is a gorgeous, talented 18 year old living in Thailand and I just love her blog (and you will too!).
* I award these three sweet blogs for this award:
The Way I See It's Ali awarded me the friendship award. How cool is that? Thank you! Ali leaves the world's nicest comments and has a fantastic blog of her own. If you haven't already, be sure to check it out here.
* I award these three gorgeous blogs:
Katie at Can I just Say... awarded me with the Keepsake Blog Award. Yippee! I love Katie's blog and her url is, um, the effing coolest thing ever... This award comes with the direction to post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about you. I'm game.
* First, I award these three can't stop reading them blogs:
Here's my keepsake... His name is Dude.
Dude is my stuffed lamb. My mom gave him to me when I was just one year old. I named him after a dog I knew. It turns out, the dog's name was Duke. Whatcha gonna do? The way my mom tells the story, Dude called out my name at the store she was walking by. "Kathleen..." My mom is no fool - you don't just pass by a stuffed lamb who calls your baby daughter's name out. Nope, you buy him, bring him home to her and have to repeatedly tell this story throughout the years...
A little about Mr. Dude Bailey... His birthday is January 8th and he is 30 years old. He wears Snoopy's tennis outfit with a hole for his tail and, if I do say so myself, he looks quite dashing in it. This little lamb has been through a lot with me... When I got my tonsils out in the 3rd grade, he was right there with me. The doctor even put a mask on him and put him under too. I won't even go into the time I threw up on him as a child. Oops, well, I guess I just did... Moving on. He's too fragile to sleep with now, but I've made him a cozy home in the drawer next to my bed. He now lives in Las Vegas with me and, much to my chagrin, is hoping to see Donny and Marie soon. Only because he's been my constant companion for the last three decades, I'll see what I can do.