You know those kinda gurlfrendz that are warm and kind and sweet and soft and super strong, all at the same time?
Well, if they were bloggers they’d be Roshonda N. Blackmon
Her blog will give you a good dose of all of the above — like somebody gave you a good hug and whispered a couple solid words in your ear at the same time, and since this person has never tried to put herself above you but just walked right beside you helping you giggle at life’s oopsies — you listened. And you’re much the better for it.
Plus, bonus extra: some of her post pics are, like, LOL.
So if you want some giggle-whisper-hug-seriously-no-trippin-for-real-got-your-back-solid-warm-sister energy, go over to:
… and DIG that Roshonda BABE!!!
You can thank me later. And I know you will.
She does have her, you know, um… misguided moments, shall we say, like all of us, and was clearly struggling recently with one of them when she bestowed upon yours foolie the Sunshine Blogger Award this post is celebrating (even though without the award image, which she is STILL too stoopit to know how to insert in the appropriate place — oh, go ahead, you know you want to)…
However, any follower or even frequent reader of our lyric little site here knows already that in these situations it is this poet’s policy to TAKE THE GLORY AND RUN, BABAY!!
So, here’s what it is:
— Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their blog.
— Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
— Nominate 11 new blogs and write them 11 new questions.
— List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your post.
I did number First. Well. Sort of. I mean, good as I ever do. Let’s put it this way, as close to a heartfelt sister thank-you as she’s gonna get, but it’s cool ’cause she knows skinny nervous white women are just like that, can’t do anything about it — and besides all that it’s h’rown fault fer choosin’ obnoxious online girlfriends, so…
I mean, I’m just being the me she really really loved up until the moment when I ended up under the table with a black eye for talkin’ stupid, which would be this moment right now ‘less I quit with this saying thank-you and just move on, OMG!!
Answering the Eleven Questions Here, Boss
What caused you to start blogging?
The invention of the WP mobile editing app gave me the ability to bypass the computer I couldn’t afford and the online connection I couldn’t afford either, allowing me for the first time to send my poetry to a significant readership.
What is your favorite post you’ve written?
A lot of people seem to love this poem.
What is your favorite food you have eaten from a foreign country?
Vietnamese. Tonight, anyway. Maybe Himalayan tomorrow. You never know.
Where is your favorite place you’ve ever been?
Right Here, right Now.
Where did you go on your first travel trip and how old were you?
I was one year old, and I went to the Azores Islands on a trip that would transform my life completely.
What would you do if you didn’t blog?
Bounce off rubber walls, why, why, why, why, why???
What is the most adventurous thing you have ever done?
OMG, gurl, my life’s been adventure defined. I got a hundred stories. Pick one? Okay, got bit by a black bear and lived to tell about it.
What are your favorite and least favorite things about blogging?
What makes you different from any other blogger?
Not a damn thing 😎
What is your favorite book or travel movie?
There are a million. Top of my head, God’s Mountain — Italian author
What types of blogs do you enjoy reading?
Ahem. Back to bi’nez. Let’s just move along, can we all agree to do that? Good, good…
Number Third: “Nominate eleven new blogs and write eleven questions for them”
He-e-e-e-y… Um, I don’t mean to sound like THERE’S SOMETHEING REALLY FISHY HERE, buuut… Shouldn’t that actually be Number Third and Number Fourth? Making them five in total?
I mean, am I just obsessing here? Because I don’t do that.
I really don’t. No, really. No matter what they’re all saying. You don’t think I do that, do you?…
Healthy and Happy
True North Nomad
You are Awesome
Thoughts of Sho
Damn, Girl, Get Your Shit Together!
A Guy Named Bloke
No Delusions of Grandeur
The Death Project
1) Please share your least formative early life experience.
2) When it comes to greasy food wrappers, what is your most erotic fantasy? Please be honest with your readers, here. This is a safe opportunity — okay, this is an opportunity — to therapeutically air your vulnerabilities. Also a wonderful exercise in risk taking!
3) Why, in your opinion, do they call this the “Sunshine” award?
4) For you, is the lass half preppy or half trull?
5) Why do you think they’re asking us for eleven questions, instead of ten or eleventynineteen?
6) Aren’t these the stoopitest eleven questions you ever, ever saw?
7) Seriously, though, would you rather this were a multiple-choice interview?
8) You are in a nineteenth century bordello, when someone walks up to you and says: “What are you doing here?” What do you answer?
9) Name three things that make you go, “Whaa…?”
10) When it comes to toilet paper, do you prefer the non-skid reversible?
11) WHAT is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
The poet proudly announces the dubious achievement — in the very early paragraphs of this post and perhaps prior to the alarming condition of drowsiness with which most of our readers seem by his time to be peering woozily into their screens — of having simultaneously both satisfied the conditions of Item Fourth and explained why she could not do so.
No, you can’t ask her about that last sentence, she’s hardly here now and not due to arrive again until sometime last week.
Yeah, just leave it alone, we think.
Sometimes… it’s all you can do.