Monday, August 19, 2013

Did She Call Me A Rodent?

There’s a new kid in town and he’s going by the name Squirrely. He’s a blogger award dreamed up by Menopausal Mother and he just showed up recently. Imagine my surprise when he dug a hole and started burying his nuts at my place. Wait, I may need to rephrase that.

Since this award is brand new and I’m in the first group to receive the  . . . um . . . honor, I believe this places me in the realm of virgin. And as such I had a lot to learn. For instance, apparently being compared to a rodent and having your “home” nut infested isn’t enough. I’m now obliged to prove myself worthy of the title of “squirrely”. Now there’s some words I never expected to use in a sentence together.

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So here’s where we add embarrassment to the mix. I need to divulge 7 to 10 quirky facts about myself and then name 7 to 10 rodent-like bloggers good sports pass this award on to:

Some Quirky Facts:
*I’m super sensitive. So it might not be the best idea to . . . I don’t know . . . call me “squirrely”, for instance.

*I put everything away as soon as I’m done with it so my house is always picked up. Visitors frequently comment on how clean my house is. Just so you know, neat is not necessarily clean. Ha, fooled ya.

*I stopped my subscription to the daily newspaper because I was spending too much time correcting the grammar and spelling in my head.  And I just don’t need the extra work.

*I secretly find joy in pretending I’m sleeping when I know my kids are going to nag me about something I’ve already said “no” to. Of course now my kids go around telling everyone that all I do is sleep.

*It’s just not a Red Sox game unless I’m screaming at the TV.

*If you can’t throw it on the grill, I’ll rarely cook it in the summer. I’ve even been known to make my husband shovel the deck so I can use the grill in the winter. I say that this is quirky, but it’s really evil genius. ‘Cause I do the dishes but my husband cleans the grill.

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Grilled Citrus Chicken

*When I know something and my kids can’t figure out how I know it, I tell them I have ESPN. Because I want to insinuate that I have ESP, but I don’t have ESP, and I do have ESPN and I wouldn’t want to lie.

*I can’t wear clothes. Well, I can wear some clothes, but most things feel “itchy” to me. I can mostly only wear cotton and nylon shirts. I can’t wear any sweaters unless I wear a shirt under them. So if you gifted me a sweater and I don’t wear it, it’s not that I don’t like your gift, it's just that the thought of wearing it makes me shudder.

The 7 bloggers who will never speak to me again because I’m publicly calling them squirrely:

Addendum: Because life can sometimes be ironic, just as I had finished this post I got a new award from Karen of Dinosaur Superhero Mommy. Oh how this award fits in with the Squirrely Award. Because this one has me saying some more words I never thought would end up in a sentence together: Thanks for the boob, Karen.

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I'm passing this one on to only one person. I think it's fitting that I hand this boob to the woman who thinks I'm squirrely, Menopausal Mother. Take that! No, literally, take it and then please tell me that I didn't just put a boob on my blog.

As always, I have my own rules for tagging: play along if you like but being tagged is a compliment not an obligation.

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Grilled Citrus Chicken
Printable Recipe
4 bone in, skin on chicken breasts
¼ cup lime juice
½ cup orange juice
¼ cup lemon juice
1 clove minced garlic
2 TBSP vegetable oil
½ tsp cumin
¼ tsp  coriander
¼ tsp paprika
¼ tsp chili powder
Salt, pepper and garlic powder to taste (just a sprinkle)
*Mix all marinade ingredients together and marinate for at least 4 hours and up to a day.
*Grill for about 20 minutes per side or until the juices run clear.


  1. Wow. If I kept everything neatly put away at my house, Brian would probably accuse me of having a lesbian affair with someone from a house cleaning service. Then I'd mention burying nuts and he'd think I had a threesome.

    1. We have a house cleaner. No affair but it works out well, I'm neat and she covers the clean. Perfect.

  2. ROFLMBO!!! I always knew we were at least a little squirrely!
    I have a clean but messy house.... LOL

    1. And now it's your turn to show your squirreliness (how's that for a word?).

  3. I wish sleeping would work in my house...Dino would just jump on me. Hubby and I have that clean/picked up argument all the time. He puts things away and thinks that it's clean...ignoring the hair and grime...I want to rub his face in it.

    I am so glad you like the boob...I have to think of some squirrely or quirky facts about myself...shouldn't be too hard, I'll post on Sunday.

    1. I'll look forward to what you come up with on Sunday. Thanks, Karen.

  4. OMG you GOT me!!!! I am laughing so hard! I had heard of this boob award and now I too, have to display it on my site HAHAHA!! Well played, my friend! Thank you! XO

    1. From nuts to boobs. OOOH, I knew there was a joke in there somewhere!

  5. I will now be furiously checking every Secret Subject Swap post for grammar and spelling errors lest I create more work for you. ;)

    1. LOL, no need. It's my curse to bear! And I don't pretend that I don't make mistakes either.

  6. Congrats on your squirrely award, doesn't it look cute? And you deserve to have a nut or two in your house.
    I too like to come home to a clean spotless house and I secretly don't tell people where all the junk was shoved.They don't need to know :)
    As for the 'itchy skin', that's a nice way to tell everyone not to give you a wooly Christmas style jumper, ha ha ha simply because you ain't gonna wear it. You know the ones knitted by great great grandma with trees and santa on it. Nice try Karen.

    A couple years ago, I had dinner outside in the freezing cold, it was such a nice romantic experience even though my fingers could not feel the wine glass and on the way home, I felt like my legs were like iron blocks. Please note that I haven't repeated that yet......

    And congrats on the boob award too, ha ha ha ha.

    1. Are these awards getting more entertaining or is it just me?

  7. janine from janine's confessions of a mommyaholic thought up the side boob award and she gave it to me too ... but unless the tatas are mine, it's not showing up on my blog ... so ....
    As for your award, I graciously accept and can't wait to divulge seven more random facts about myself that would make even more people run for the hills :) xoxo

    (¸¤ Lanaya | xoxo

    1. I may have adjusted the award a little. I hope Janine will forgive me!

  8. Congrats on the Squirrely Award! Those crazy sqirrels.

    I used to use my BBQ all winter long when I lived in the burbs. Shoveled a path too.

    LOL- I pretend to be asleep when my gal wants me to clean the apartment! It never really works.

    1. That whole "pretending to sleep" thing doesn't seem to work for anyone. And yet we keep trying it.

  9. I only wish that I could keep everything neat and perfectly organized! I'm also familiar with the pretending to sleep technique!!

    1. Yes, that seems to be a pretty common tactic. Maybe the kids all tell each other about it and that's why we can't get away with it.

  10. Well now, squirrely with a side boob. That makes for interesting dinner conversation I'm sure.
    I see typos in books, magazines, newspapers and wonder WHAT do their editors do all day?
    My answer to my boys , when it comes to knowing things has always been, because I'm a mom and we just know.
    The whole clothing thing might be a little TMI. LOL have you considered moving to a nudest beach once the kids are gone? ROTFL NOW that would be a GREAT source for your writing.

    1. I have to admit I'd love to live by the beach, and if I went out there nude I could clear the place out and have the beach to myself. Great idea!


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