Two Awards And A Sassy Recipient
I have come to a sobering conclusion. After the apocalypse, only two things will remain. Cockroaches and blogger awards.
I hope the preceding statement does not make me appear ungrateful. Quite the opposite. I am honored and humbled that the very talented writer and poet Polly has nominated me for The Genuine Blogger Award and the Reader Appreciation Award. Thank you, Polly. Despite my feistiness, the gesture is much appreciated. That you and I breathe the same air is remarkable.
In tracking down the rules for these awards, relief rained upon me. You see, The Genuine Blogger Award has no rules. It is merely a way to let recipients know their work is appreciated. That is so sweet, syrup drips from my follicles.
As for the Reader Appreciation Award, I must share a bit of what I’ve been up to and pass the award onto some deserving bloggers.
Oh, dear. I am dull. Hear the air yawn around me.
Rather than bore you with my daily comings and goings, allow me to share what three strangers have been up to. That’s right; I don’t know these people. Does that matter?
- For example, the balding man idling at the red light in front of me two days ago makes candles. How do I know? Because he plucked wax from his ear as if paraffin would soon be a scarcity. Never have I seen such determination. But where he stored his treasure is anyone’s guess. I’m just glad the light changed before he needed a sticky adhesive.
- At a recent conference, seated two rows ahead of me, I discovered a starving woman in my normally well-fed community. At least, I assumed she was famished, because never before have I witnessed a diminutive woman eat a bread roll bigger than her head.
- Oh, and I must tell you about Cheeks, a woman entering the deli just ahead of my son and me. It’s not that I’ve never seen spandex on a dimply, over-sized buttocks; I’ve just never seen the clingy material bury so deep in one’s crack that two distinct hills are the outcome. It was like butt boobs. Or so said my teenage son.
Image credit: One Inch Punch
As much as I’d love to go on, I recently promised brevity in blog posts, so I must bid you adieu. Besides, there is a string-bean of a man laying mulch outside of my window, and lest he think I am a mesmerizing master at work (yeah, right) or a slacker (bingo!), I best get my single-breasted buttocks out of this chair.
But before I go, I need to nominate others for these awards, always a difficult choice when one reads dozens of wonderful blogs. I opted on the following bloggers because, aside from Polly, they were my six earliest followers, who—against all odds—faithfully come back to see me. As always, do not feel pressure to play the game. Just know that I truly appreciate your support.
The Girl in the Cat Frame Glasses
A Rich, Full Life In Spite of It
What about you? Have you encountered any strange strangers lately? Or maybe you’re the strange one?…
92 Responses to “Two Awards And A Sassy Recipient”
I’m having trouble dictating this because I’m laughing so hard at the one inch punch picture!
Yes, that’s a great chair, isn’t it? I’d love to have a couple of those in my basement.
[...] week I’ll send a shout out to Carrie Rubin. Carrie has passed on two blogging awards to me and I’m going to pay it forward to some of [...]
I love coming up with stories for the random people you encounter on the street. I always wonder if and what kind of story they’re concocting for me….
That’s true. I imagine I provide just as much fodder as they provide me. In fact, maybe we’re both being discussed on someone else’s blog right now.
Holy crap. I can’t think of a single bizarre close encounter. I need to get out more. How is this possible? I enjoyed your observations (secondhand) and am sending brainwash in case you want to get some of those images out of your head.
Oh, thank you, I could use a little of that. Especially for ear wax guy. Yuck!
Carrie, congrats on your double blog awards! Thank you so much for these blog award nominations!
I’ll be posting on them soon. Loved the candle maker in the car.
Bet you wouldn’t love him so much if he was doing his business in your car…
Thanks, Kourtney!
Oh definitely. Wax is messy stuff. Especially man made wax.
Congrats on your awards- more than deserved! You always know how to make me laugh.
BTW, I just changed my computer and my new firewall is quite reluctant to letting me access your page, so I’ll still be around, just not sure how many comments I’ll be able to leave you from your blog…
Thank you for the kind words. Sorry your firewall is giving you grief. It apparently has a grudge against me.
Thanks for stopping by!
Love this post, especially the randomness of ear wax while I’m eating breakfast.
HAHAH.. Congrats on the much deserved awards. I think by default, they should just land in your inbox. Yup, like an autodirect for awards. 
Pink.
You’re too kind. Especially after I made you read about ear wax while breakfasting. Oh well, it could have always been worse. Next time, perhaps?…
Thanks for stopping by!
[...] views that expected on the blog. A quick check of my email revealed the reason. Carrie Rubin of The Write Transition had awarded me with both the Genuine Blogger Award and the Reader Appreciation Award. A number of [...]
You are indeed worthy of being a genuine blogger!
Thank you!
I admire your article. Awesome !
Thanks!
you are most welcome
Congrats on the awards Carrie. And I am definitely the strange one.
You? Nahhh, I don’t believe it. Okay, maybe I do.
Butt boobs! Your boys do come up with the craziest labels. Congrats…and next time you see the candle man at the light, will you place an order for me? A febreeze scented candle for my son’s room, please. I’m sure he will appreciate that it is made from real–nonartificial earwax.
Ha ha! He might appreciate the “natural” wax, but I’m guessing it won’t smell like Febreeze.
Such a relief – an award without Rules! Congrats! And yes, I’m the weird one other people talk about when they get home. Was crossing the carpark the other day near the local shops when this youth ogled me and exclaimed ‘Space Cadet!’. Dunno what that was about but pleased to add colour to his day!
Oh, you gave me a good laugh-out-loud with that one. I wonder what it takes to earn the catcall of “Space Cadet.” Sounds like quite an honor to me.
Congratulations! I recently met someone (actually two different people, on two different occasions) and I couldn’t figure out if it was a he or a she. I feel quite pathetic for not being able to solve the mystery not once, but twice…
Maybe it was Pat! That won’t make sense to you if you’ve never watched Saturday Night Live, but Pat was a character of indeterminate gender. Funny on TV, but I imagine awkward in real life.
Oh, yeah, that’s exactly it! At least I didn’t have to speak to the person in both cases, but I couldn’t help staring to try to find cues to determine the gender. Very awkward. I’m SOOOOOOO glad my kids weren’t with me then, or I’m sure they’d embarassed me in public.
Always interesting to just watch people and such great blog fodder when you can relate what you see in a humerous way. I now have visions of the guy in the car and his candle factory. Congratulations Carrie.
And those probably aren’t the best visions to have…
Thanks for stopping by!
True, but you made it come alive
Congratulations, Carrie! I’m working on passing on awards today when I really should be … um … studying
It is overwhelming and time consuming isn’t it? But I must admit that I really, really longed to receive at least one award. (Vanity, vanity) And I do love having the opportunity to pass them along. Despite the hard work. 
BUT I just read about this one award where the originator warns to not deviate from the original instructions (now I feel guilty about encouraging rebellion.) And I’ve noticed that people are beginning to block awards by placing an “Award Free Zone” notice on their site. But oh well, oh well … live and let live, right?
BTW – I nominate you for the Kreative Award Passer-On Award … but don’t worry, it doesn’t really exist, and you don’t need to do a thing.
Ha ha! But beware–now that I know you enjoy the awards, any more I get may come your way. Cue evil laugh.
I’m definitely a rule-breaker on these, so I suspect the award where no deviation is allowed will not be delivered to me. Such is life, and I shall survive.
And thanks for your fictitious award. Always a treat when I don’t have to do anything!
“Enjoyed” … Enjoy with an “ed.” Past tense.
And after today and tomorrow’s post I’m taking a “have to” hiatus, sooooo ………. tagyou’reit! 
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(But I’ll still be lurking and keeping an eye out for that upcoming book of yours
Happy hiatus to you! But we’ll miss your nice pictures and lovely words.
Aw thank you Carrie
I had no idea I was that early a follower! Woo hoo! Does that mean I get a cool low number when your official fan club starts?
Looks like I need to revise tomorrow’s post, which was for the “Tell Me About Yourself” award.” My evening schedule is now filled.
You totally deserve them, and sadly, my post will be nowhere as entertaining as your.
You were one of the first to come my way, when I had only one or two lonely comments posted, so it seemed only right to dump these, er, I mean, pass these awards onto you and the other early followers. Sorry to increase your work load for tomorrow. You can always tuck them away and use them for another post in the future when you just can’t think of what else to say.
But seriously, I do appreciate your blogging support, not only for coming by my site, but for all of the good advice you give out on yours. You are now well-known in the blogging community as the woman with the great beta-reader series!
Aw, I’m blushing over here. I put some of these off for so long, I’ve been feeling guilty about it. So this is an opportunity to list even more new blogs for people to visit tomorrow.
But look at you now! Freshly Pressed with lots of fun comment discussions on all your posts! You’ve got a number of folks like me looking forward to getting your book when it comes out!
Here’s hoping that day actually comes, but thank you!
Congrats on the awards, and that is one really amusing picture!
as am quite lean but really do love my food!
I must appear famished to most people
Well, I should have saved you one of those ginormous buns then. Why they thought such a big roll was necessary is beyond me, but that little woman seemed to enjoy it.
Funnily enough I was wondering about the validity of awards…I think they are a great way to raise profile. But as a validation of what you do? Who cares, as along as you have customers who want to buy your work!
Yeah, I don’t think these awards offer much in the way of validation. But when they started rolling my way, which they eventually do to all bloggers, I had to decide whether to play the game or not. I figured, why not? As long as it gives me fodder for a blog post, since I don’t exactly play by the rules.
Love the butt boobs picture! Thank you so much for including me here. I’m happy to be among the first of your many faithful followers!
My pleasure. And aren’t those chairs just the height of sophistication? Probably see them in the oval office soon.
Maybe Wax Man and Butt Boobs could team up. He’s got the wax to glue the . . . . .
There you go. Nothing like a symbiotic relationship.
Congratultions on the Awards. I’m going to have to give this question some thought. I just survived having the flu so my mind isn’t at full copacity. That seems funny I wonder what it would really take to ramp this mind up to full throttle? It would probably be like star treck “Eh Scottie we are at warp speed I don’t think she could take no more.” Quotes from star teck I rest my case. I think I’ll go back to bed.
capacity not copacity my fingers don’t work as well. Ugg.
Just blame that flu thing again. It makes muscles weak.
Yes my muscles are very weak! It’s amazing I was able to bang these words.
To know you invested your last ounce of finger strength on my blog is truly touching indeed…
The flu excuse for random and weird brain thoughts is always a good one. More exciting than the lack of sleep excuse but not quite as fun as the alien mind invasion one.
Alien mind invasion now that’s a creepy thought. Sleep with a nightlight on that’s what I say keeps the away aliens away.
I thought it was tinfoil that did that…
Laughed my way through this post starting with the comment about cockroaches and blogging awards. I have a drawer full I need to acknowledge. I want to, but they take so much time! This was a great one Carrie!
They do take time, but on the other hand, they usually give me blog fodder for a post, one ripe with sarcasm. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now get busy on cleaning out your own award drawer. After all, you’ve got the rest of us busy cleaning up our manuscripts.
They cause a lovely spike in visits and followers too. Like magic. But my darn posts are keeping me busy housecleaning my manuscript!
My life is full of strangers, or maybe they are normals? I’m not sure which one I am just yet!
I do have to say, I would definitely be inspired by someone who could devour a head sized chunk of bread!
It was a very impressive bread roll, full of twists and turns. My first thought was, why in the world is such an enormous bun needed? Our nation is heavy enough. But that thought was quickly replaced once I saw that little lady put it away. Humbling, really.
Thanks for stopping by.
Congrats on the awards, C! You probably already know it (and so does everybody else), but you rock.
I meet all kinds of weirdos in my daily life (and ha-ha that’s not counting me) and I love it. I’m not talking about the scary, dangerous kind, just the beautifully weird kind.
For example, there’s an apartment complex down the street from my home that we call “Pervert Alley.” Although there are honest-to-God creepos living there (Apt. #1 is a registered sex offender, but old and relatively feeble), there are a lot of beautiful mutants. One is Gary, who calls himself “Gary Tyler Moore” and has a cable access show.
Another beautiful weirdo. He’s gone now, which is too bad, but a few years ago there was this fellow who had been badly injured in an auto accident as a young man, and now moved jerkily through town like a guy with Parkinsons’ (I had thought originally that he had cerebral palsy until he told me otherwise). But to help with his constant pain, this guy would loudly sing in a fine tenor voice as he walked through town. I liked having him around.
First of all, thank you for the nice compliment. It is much easier to accept these gems online, as in real life, I’d have to make eye contact…
As for your neighbors, what great blog fodder. But in a good way, because like you, I admire these life adapters–well, not the sex offender–but certainly the tenor trembler. It’s like the woman I saw recently waiting at the bus stop with the rest of the parents and children. Only she wore her long red nightgown. An attractive, self-confident woman waiting at the bus stop in her nightie? Hey, gets my admiration. Just as Cheeks and her butt boobs did.
In fact, your stories make me miss some of my earlier accommodations, back when I was a piss-poor student living in $60 a month sleeping rooms where creepy old men tried to gain access to my chambers. That was my first purchase of a door alarm, by the way. The really sophisticated kind that you wedge underneath the door and that erupts in a horrible screech if the door is open. Good times. Good times.
Creepy old men trying to gain access to your room? Sounds like my childhood growing up in Father Ignatius’ Home for Wayward Boys.
In all seriousness, I love seeing people like the lady you described. Maybe I’ll snicker about her to myself or maybe I’ll view her with admiration, but she adds color.
Speaking of which, about a month ago, I was strolling through town and I saw a lady, about seventy years old riding a bicycle. She had a bright pink ribbon in her hair, and she flashed me a million-dollar smile. I thought, “Sometimes it’s great to be alive.”
Ha ha–that’s great.
I live in North America, there are strange strangers everywhere.
Congrats on the blog awards. I have two that have been sitting round for weeks that I haven’t dealt with yet. I haven’t worked out who to pass them on to. Most people I read already have them, I feel a bit late to the party in that respect.
Yes, it gets tricky in passing them on. Who already has it? Who doesn’t like to get them? Who haven’t I given one to yet? Does President Obama want one? Does the recipient have to be human?
Sadly, I already did the “I’m nominating every one of my followers for this award,” so I probably can’t go there again. But my, it was easy…
Congratulations on the awards. I must point out that spandex will also survive the apocalypse; it’s the only thing mutants can comfortably wear.
Ahh, you are correct. My bad. And such a complimentary fabric it is…
Always funny! I have a blogger friend who respectfully declines all ‘awards’ and his blog would earn many if he accepted them. He even has a little note on his blog that says “No awards please.” I’m terrible about getting around to writing a post to accept them and then putting the award on my blog
But you’re terrific at it and making it interesting!
Thanks, Sheila. I had to decide early on whether to play the game or not. I decided, why not, as long as I can have some fun with it, and of course, by fun, I mean infuse sarcasm. But I get that it’s not everybody’s thing, and if I had a more serious blog, I probably wouldn’t go there.
As always, thanks for dropping by. I’m going to model you today and have popcorn and chocolate for lunch. Why? Because I can.
And therefore you should! Enjoy
Cockroaches and blog awards–love it.
I see crazy stuff every day. Some of my faves include the “sign spinners” near our house. Our town doesn’t allow random signs to be posted just anywhere in the ground. New housing developments get around it by hiring poor, desperate teenagers who listen to their iPods and spin signs. But they aren’t very good at it; they drop the signs about 74% of the time. It’s a very sad commentary on our era. Sign spinners: the new ditch diggers?
Do you mean those people who stand on the corner holding up a sign for advertising? Housing developments near you actually hire kids to do that? What are the signs for? This is a new one for me. I’ve mostly just seen the person dressed as a cow or chicken or what not outside various restaurants.
We are either a very backwards town or extremely progressive. Be very scared either way. The signs tell people to come out and see this awesome new neighborhood! You want a house! (BTW, the signs are person-sized and meant to be either thrown or rocked back and forth for hours on end.)
Wow. Makes me want to come check out the neighborhood just to see those ginormous signs. Guess it hasn’t caught on here yet.
Um, butt boobs was read by mine brain and I laughed for a solid 10 minutes, which is funny because all it says is “butt” and “boobs.” Sometimes I am a 27 year old woman and sometimes I am a 13 year old boy.
You make the 13 year old boy in me very happy (not that kind of “in”).
Whether we admit it or not, most of have an adolescent boy in us somewhere (and to reiterate your clarification, not that kind of “in”). Unfortunately for me, I have one around me always. Usually it’s great. But when you’re going through the Dairy Queen drive through, excited for a Snicker’s blizzard, and your teenager asks if you want a pubic hair blizzard instead, extra curly, and you suddenly lose your appetite, it can be a bit disturbing. Of course, that might be the best diet trick of all to avoid butt boobs…
hahahahahaha, you crack me up
Cockroaches and blogger awards. Too funny. Thanks for the nomination. You’re a peach. Luv your blog posts always.
Thanks, Gina!
Oh, you!
Oh, me!
I think blog awards will even outlast cockroaches. At least that genuine blogger award has no silly requirements. That’s my kind of award. But since I still have a zero tolerance policy on blog awards, no need to send that my way.
Wish granted. No awards your way. The one thing I will say about these blogger awards, however, is that they make for a useful prompt for a blog post when you’re not sure what to blog about next.
Eh. I’d rather write nothing at all, than write about blog awards.
They may prove my fate if I get any more–I’m out of ideas…
Salude’!
Thank you!
Yes, it was quite the sight. But I give anyone with that much self confidence credit.
Thanks for stopping by!
Congratulations on your awards!