Mystery Blogger Award # 2

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Hello everyone and welcome to another post!

Before I jump into writing I just want to give a huge shoutout and thank you to Crushed Caramel and for nominating me for the Mystery Blogger Award! I’m honestly so shocked whenever I get nominated for anything because I always feel like there are so many other blogs that are more wonderful and better written than mine, so it is such a huge honor to be thought of.

What is the Mystery Blogger Award?

“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. The award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion. – Okoto Enigma

Okay… Am I even qualified for this award?

Rules

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  4. Mention the creater of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your reader three things about yourself
  6. Answer the questions from the blogger who nominated you
  7. Nominate 10-20 people
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice with one weird or funny question
  9. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  10. Share a link to your best post(s)

Here are 3 things you might not know about me…

  1. I don’t have a favorite color. I go through periods of time when I like one color more than the others, but it always changes after a while.
  2. The genera of music I listen to often reflects my current mood.
  3. For as long as I can remember I have always wished that my natural hair color is a deep auburn red, but I have never died my hair with anything more permanete than Koolaid and Henna.

Here are the questions from Crushed Caramel

  1. I am from Liverpool where the Beatles grew up – Do you have a favorite Beatles track?
    I can’t say that I do, but I can say that I have 178 Beatles songs on iTunes and I pretty much love them all.
  2. Were there any teachers at your school who really inspired you and made you want to do really well?
    The short answer is yes. The long answer is Mrs. Moffitt from kindergarten, Mrs. Bellgard from 1st and 2nd grade, Mrs. Carpenter from 3rd and 6th grade, Mrs. Davis from 5th grade, Mrs. Hollowell from 7-12th grade English, and Mrs. Heitz from 7-12th grade Science.I didn’t realize it at the time that it wasn’t normal to be tested for every learning disability under the sun, but I was and my mom refused to put me into a Special Needs class because she “knew” I would eventually catch up. I did, but I always had a very hard time with math, learning to read, reading to learn, reading comprehension and a whole host of other things because I have dyslexia. Anyway, these were the teachers who were always the most patient with me and who never made me feel bad about taking my time to learn new material.
  3. Did you ever get in trouble at school? What for?
    I only got in trouble one time in elementary school and it was because I wore flip-flops to school in the middle of a snowstorm. I grew up in Alaska so it was freezing outside, but they went with my outfit. Of course I had to stay in from recess and they called my parents. But I wanted to look cute even though it was the middle of winter and blowing slow. Honestly, what was I even thinking? BRRRR!
  4. Have you ever been a victim of bullying? Either as a child or as an adult?
    I’m not sure if I can count it as bullying because I sort of just ignore everyone who is rude to me. Anyway when I was a kid I was pretty scrawny and very short so people were always telling me to “eat a cheeseburger not a salad” and that I probably had an eating disorder. But I don’t actually care for salads and I always ate seconds at every meal because I was in sports so I was burning tons of calories all the time.When I was pregnant, I surprisingly got a lot of mom-shaming for every single decision I made. I realized that some people considered my pregnancy a public event for anyone to comment their criticisms on. But the second I lost the baby the same people who were always on my case about whatever it was that I decided to eat, wear or buy for baby were suddenly so compassionate and sorry for my loss. I’m glad I went through it though because now I know how many two faced people I had in my life and I got rid of them.
  5. If something knocks your confidence how do you build yourself back up again? Where do you go or who do you turn to for encouragement?
    Usually if someone says something awful I just ignore them because I am honestly a pretty lazy person and it takes up so much energy to engage in conversation with a person who is putting you down. I also go to the gym because sweating it out is always a good idea, and writing has been something that has made me feel better since I was a child, but when I’m really down and am having trouble building myself back up I like to be alone so I can sort everything out. That way I don’t accidentally spread any negativity around.

My nominees for the Mystery Blogger Award are…

Kaley from Authentically Vegan

Mike from Movie Ramblings

Hunida from Hunida’s Blog

Mrs. Komal from Mommy’s Blog

Sara from Sara’s Yarn Studio

Beyond The Bounds

Our Little Red House

Through Rose Tinted Glasses

That Anxious Mom

Life By Wyetha

My questions for my Nominees…

  1. What is the meaning behind your blog’s name and how did you decide what to name your blog?
  2. What made you decide to start blogging?
  3. If you could meet someone famous from the past who would it be?
  4. Aside from your blog what is something you have accomplished that you are proud of?
  5. If animals could talk, which one do you think would be the most rude?

According to the WordPress Stats, here is a link to my best post…

House Hunting

If you want to find out more fun facts about me, you can check out my post: The Mystery Blogger Award

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21 thoughts on “Mystery Blogger Award # 2”

  1. Oh my gosh, that is too funny that you got in trouble for wearing flip flops to school. I’m from Minnesota so I’d refuse to wear my boots sometimes & they’d make me stay inside for recess but little did they know… that’s what I wanted lol! Thank you so much for the nomination, love. Looking forward to answering your questions. πŸ˜€

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