Right now, with all the fuss about some blogger that a lot of people knew, trusted, followed and respected being found out plagiarising (you didn't hear? Well read about it here and here.. I won't go into details because I don't know anything about it other than what is in these two posts), I think to be seen to be honest in this bloggosphere is more important than ever.
Well, I'm going to start with a little honesty. I know I said last time I was going to put the awards / tagging thing on hold for awhile, but I can't find the motivation or inspiration to put my ideas into words at the moment. I still have plenty of ideas for future blogs, but when I start writing I look at what I've typed and think "That's rubbish! Absoloute bollocks! My readers surely will not stand for this sliding from the pedestal they have put me on!" (Why does my pedestal have a slide? I don't know. You built it and put me there)
But until I get past this wall, I'll continue to catch up on tags and awards. At least with them half the work is done for you. Plus if I keep writing eventually my creativity will come back.. right?
Continuing with the theme of honesty, my peep the girl in the stiletto shuffled the "Honest Scrap" award a few weeks ago.
"The HonestScrap award comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers ten things about you they may not know, but that are true. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award."
10 things.. let's do some of my injuries and near death experiences...
- When I was about ten my family was having KFC one night, when I started to choke on a chicken bone. It took awhile for anyone to work out I wasn't goofing around, and when they did mum ran to the phone to call the ambulance. As soon as the person at the other end picked up I swallowed the bone. I really thought I would die then and there. My brothers wouldn't eat the rest of their meals after that, so dad and I finished it for them.
- When I was about twelve we were riding around on my cousins motorcycles, and as time went by the confidence built. I went over one of their jumps and just kept going, ending up clotheslining myself on the barbedwire fence which cut the skin around my neck. My brothers didn't come over to see my injury, they ran back to the house to stir my parents into a panic while my uncle came over to help me up. We both had a good laugh about it.
- Once in high school when we were playing soccer, I decided to play "chicken" with one of the big Samoan boys. It did not end well for me. He laughed and helped me up and said "I don't know what you were thinking man" and when I tried to reply no sound came out. I was pretty badly winded.
- As young boys do I was climbing a tree in the front yard when I was about five years old and decided to climb higher than I had ever climbed before (there seems to be a theme in some of these injuries.. dangerous activity combined with a little bit of confidence). A branch gave way and I was in a sling for a few weeks.
- Again, playing chicken, my friend was pulling out from beside the road and me and a group of friends were standing in front of him. He started revving the car and my friends ran out of the way, I moved a little bit knowing that if he turned the wheel he could comfortably go around me and merge back onto the road. He kept revving, and I stood my ground. He floored it, and I didn't move. I managed to get my timing right to jump onto the bonnet of his car just as it went under me. I bruised my pinky.
- When playing cricket at a junior level on an awful rubber pitch, one of my teammates threw the ball at the wickets and missed and I was backing up on the other side. The ball hit the pitch and skidded up, knocking me silly. I ended up with a huge bruise on my forehead for the rest of the day, but come Monday when he wanted to show everyone at school what he had done, the bruise was mostly faded.
- Playing the silly games boys play, I pushed my friends head into the brick wall when he was drinking from a water fountain one day and bolted back to my locker. I don't know why I thought I was safe there, he arrived just behind me and pushed me head first into the locker cutting my forehead open. I got to go home early that day. And I have a scar from this.
- On the same foot as the scar I showed you in the past, the middle toe often goes numb and stings a little bit. When my parents were renovating their kitchen they had ripped the pantry out and one day the dog was standing behind my dad who turned around and almost tripped over her. She ran across the kitchen and into the line I was walking and I went around her and shredded my toe on exposed nails.
- I also have a scar on my finger. Right now, I can't remember how I got that.
- My "old sports injury" That's all I ever refer to it as, and you are going to be among the few people in the world who now know what that means. When I was playing totem tennis at a friends house I started to jump around and get a little crazy and over the top. The ground was rough and uneven, and eventually I ended up landing funny and going down hard. I went to the doctor who had a look and gave me some anti-inflamatories and told me if that doesn't work within a month, go back and they'd have to operate on it. That was about 7 years ago now, and to this day it still feels weird, but I've never gone back. (This is the knee of the leg with the above mentioned foot)
With all the things I do to myself, it's not surprising one of the girls I work with keeps telling me she doesn't know how I've lived this long.
I might not award 10 people. I'll just start awarding and see how far we get. I'm going to award it to people who I think are raw and honest in their work. (and who I'm pretty sure don't have the award already).
There are others who deserve it, but I have tagged them recently and don't want to overload them with this stuff. If you don't mind copping another one however, let me know and I'll edit the post and throw your name on there.
I also got an award from D* recently which looks a little something like this.
This one didn't come with any rules or requirement to pass it on. It just came with bragging rights.