The Leibster Award

Hurrah for Mumzilla 🙂 she was looking to share the Leibster love, and I’m up for a bit of that, so…here goes:

(oh, apparently there are rules before you get going, which say:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link back to his/her blog.
  • Copy and paste the Liebster Award badge to your post.
  • Answer the ten questions the person who nominated you asked.
  • Nominate 10 (or thereabouts) new bloggers that you want to share with the world.
  • Then create ten new questions for the bloggers you are nominating
  • Notify the bloggers that you have nominated by carrier pigeon. Or wevs.)

So…thanks Mumzilla! And, here I go again:

What would you call your alter-ego?

I have one. And she is called SpoonPaws. My hands are a bit crap, as hands go. I’m not complaining, it’s useful to have hands of any description, but just imagine if you were able to attach things to your hands that you could control, that could really achieve amazing things. (When I say amazing, we are talking about the little things in life, not the massive world changing stuff here. Having spoons for hands would probably not factor in to things on that scale…although, you never know…).

Anyway, Spoon Paws is quirky and interesting, and gets stuff done. Spoon Paws has interestingly coloured hair, and can stand up at gigs for hours. Spoon Paws is awesome. Sometimes, I am her.

What magical power do you wish you had?

This morning, I wished I could turn the bath on from my bed. Then I remembered that there are some baths that exist that actually do allow you to do that. Then I also remembered that my bath is not one of those baths. So I had to get out of bed.

Since that particular magic is available, for a price, I’m going to have to go with flying. Oh yeah, predictable and boring…but how useful would that skill be if there was a zombie apocalypse? Better than being invisible, because I reckon the zombies could still smell you. I don’t want wings though, I just want to be able to fly like superman. Whether or not the zombie apocalypse happens.

What is the best cheese?

You can’t beat a lovely creamy Camembert, preferably slightly runny, sitting atop a Carrs Cheese Melts biscuit.

Who would you most like to snog?

When do you get too old for snogging? (This brings back memories of being 12, and feeling slightly Ill and slightly intrigued by the whole idea in equal measures).

Oh, and the answer is the Other Half of course – unless we are talking fictional characters…in which case I’m #TeamEric all the way </trueblood>

What is your favourite item of clothing and why?

I love my Joe Browns top, because it keeps my arms warm, it can be dressed up or down, and it is a flattering cut. I can wear it to work. I can wear it at the weekend. I can wear it to bed if I want and it still looks good. Actually, I just like all my Joe Browns clothes.

Name your top three bloggers

Er…well, that’s a hard one because I like a lot of different bloggers for a lot of reasons.

Sarah In Wonderland is awesome because she writes eloquently about a lot of the things that I think in my head about disability, but somehow never manage to get down in words on the page. Plus, she has excellent makeup skills which – although I don’t really wear myself it for a number of reasons – I can completely appreciate and be in awe of.

Squished Blueberries because she has kids of a similar age and writes about things that instantly make me go ‘oh yeah, THAT’.

And…NinjaKillerCat. Because we bonded over Dysons. No other explanation needed.

What needs inventing asap?

Trees that grow socks.

Just imagine:

‘oh no. No clean socks. No pairs. Not even a  odd pair’

but then…

NOT TO WORRY. I WILL JUST GO OUT TO THE SOCK TREE AND PICK A NEW PAIR!

and whatever design you trace on the trunk with your finger, that’s how the next socks to grow will be. Birds won’t eat them (except perhaps if you trace a berries and bird seed design?) and your feet will love them. It’s win win.

Who do you pretend to hate but secretly love?

I don’t pretend to hate anyone, I don’t do the hating thing. I do get momentarily angry with people I perceive to have wronged me though, but then again I guess everyone does. Currently it’s our ex-mortgage advisor. There is no secret love involved though.

What’s that smell?

Fruit salad sweets.

What’s the stupidest bit of ‘essential’ baby kit you bought?

A Moses basket, a.k.a. Instrument of torture, and sometimes impromptu laundry basket. I can probably count on one hand the number of time we achieved successful ‘contented baby in a basket’ state. I may as well have spent the £60 quid it cost on chocolate, cake and cardigans. All of which are much more useful, edible (well, ok not cardigans, usually) and generally comforting.

So that’s me, and my answers.

And here are my ten questions:

  1. What’s in your burger bun?
  2. Wasps are evil. Aren’t they?
  3. If you could take the Queen out for a day, where would you take her?
  4. What’s the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
  5. How many times can you hop on one leg?
  6. If you didn’t have your own name, what name would you choose instead?
  7. Proportionately, how many mums vs other people who are not mums go to Iceland?
  8. What was your best ‘talent’ as a child?
  9. Biscuit wars – what wins, bourbon or custard cream?
  10. Can you wiggle your ears?

Please could you answer them, my Leiblings…? You may not all be new but I still want to do the worldly sharing thing with you 🙂

Louise at Squished Blueberries

Claire at NinjaKillerCat

Sarah in Wonderland

Kate at Counting To Ten

Ruth at RocknRollerBaby

MouseDogBaby

Gifts from the Pirates

 

 

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