In the midst of getting my book launched two very special things happened; I was nominated for a Versatile Blogger Award and an ABC Award! (My mom always said good things come in three.) I literally jumped for joy. You see, I’ve struggled to get my blog up and running and have made a few embarrassing mistake along the way… Thats why no one could have been more surprised or delighted by these awards than I.
I accepted the Versatile Blogger Award in my last post, so now its on to the ABC (Awesome Blog Contest) Award. I received this award from Ms. Katykins at Beforiforget. Even though we’ve never met (only through our blogs) I feel as if Kate is a true friend. Her blog is without a doubt my favorite, she writes and shares everything and anything, do check it out! Thank you Kate 🙂
The award asks recipients to name 26 alphabetical things about themselves and then nominate other bloggers…
A = Alive and well and living in Norway.
B = Blond hair and blue eyes.
C = Cake, I love it.
D = Divorced and remarried.
E = Eager to please.
F = Fussy, about certain things.
G = Grandmother to four and one on the way.
H = Harry is my husband.
I = Invisible at times.
J = Jane Austin, my favorite.
K = Kind to all.
L = Lucky in many ways.
M = Mother to six.
N = Nag, yes its true if I want something I can be a real nag.
O = Overwhelmed, lately.
P = Pessimistic, I see the glass half empty.
Q = Quality over quantity, is what I believe.
R = Realist, is that another word for pessimist?
S = Scrapoholic. I love to scrapbook.
T = Tea, I drink countless cups a day.
U = Unsure of myself.
V = Vacuum, I do it a lot.
W = Worker!
X = Xmas, my favorite holiday.
Y = Yawn, sorry its getting late.
Z = Zucchini, I throw it in everything.
Since I live in Norway, I think I should do the three extra letters in the Norwegian alphabet as well.
Æ = Ærlig, it means honest.
Ø = Øl, it means beer. Make mine cold.
Å = Åpenhet, it means openness. You can’t get any more open or honest than writing a memoir.
Now for the blogs I nominate…
Its All About Purple – reading this blog is like taking a five minute coffee break (tea break for me) its always short, sweet and colorful.
Rendezvous With Renee – This blog makes me laugh out loud and lets face it, we all need to do that.
One More Morning – I love poetry but can’t write it myself, thats why I come here. Lily’s beautiful poetry always pulls on my heart strings.
Expat Alien – She’s lived everywhere… Here is where I go to meet the world.
I Was An Expat Wife – I have a connection with this blog, because I too was an expat wife. (Who has now come home).
Wordgeyser – This is a special blog written by a special lady, who has kindly answered all my desperate messages asking which widgets I need for what.
Imagine my surprise when on a dreary day in March 2005, my Norwegian husband came home from work and made this announcement:
“There was a meeting at work today, and I was asked to work in Houston for the next two years!”
After living fifteen years in Norway, this Jersey girl was finally going home. Well, not exactly…
In a blur of packing and unpacking we made our way to the lone-star state, where we lived for the next two years in an elegant home on a quite cul-de-sac.
It was at my sons bus stop where I met the other ladies of the cul-de-sac. Congregating at eight o’clock in the morning, dressed in work-out-attire, clutching mugs of steaming hot coffee and squeezing any scrap of fresh gossip they could from one another. (Note to self…bring a cup of tea to the bus stop with me tomorrow) I felt exactly as if were on Wisteria Lane.
I showed up, introduced myself and we quickly fell into a one sided question and answer session. They already knew we were from Norway because they knew someone, who knew someone, who knew our landlord. Long after the bus had driven off with our children one of them remarked on how good I spoke English, for being Norwegian. I set the record straight, letting them know I came from New Jersey! Which in turn opened a conversation on how I met my husband and ended up living in Norway.
Long story short, I don’t think any of them made it to yoga that morning and by the time I finished telling my story one of them said, “I think I smell a book.”
Well, she must have had a very good nose because here I am seven years later, on my way to The Hague, for my book launch on Friday!