Rolling Out the Red Carpets

Things have been so busy around Daisy & Elm, that I haven't even had a chance to make myself something beautiful for the occasion. So...I'll just borrow this necklace and earrings set.
And perhaps also...her crease-less neck and smooth, flawless skin. Not the protruding clavicles, though. Somebody please get this girl a beignet...with the powdered sugar.

Alrighty...now that I'm properly attired (yes, just the pearls...because that's how we roll around here, clothed only in pearls and charm)...on with the awards! I think I've received 2 that I haven't posted. If I've inadvertently left yours off, please feel free to publicly flog me in the comments section. I totally deserve it.

Numero uno came from my girl, Salt @ Salt Says. How's that wedding anxiety, Salt? She's getting married. Like really soon. And then...she'll be one of us. I'll let you in on a little post-wedding secret, Salt. It's not all long, meaningful gazes and hand-holding in the grocery store. One day, the two of you will go out to eat, only to realize that you have nothing to discuss over your spaghetti carbonara. And there you'll sit, chewing in the symphony of everyone else's conversations. That's when you'll realize that to-go is always better because at home, there's Netflix, the Wii, and the DVR. But it's all OK because really...home-dining is the new Asia de Cuba. Salt has a G.L.O.B award...Gorgeous Ladies of Blogging. But when you put it like that, I feel sort of bloated and slovenly...not really all that gorgeous. However, I shall not question her methods, merely pass it on in all of its glory.
Rebecca @ The Reluctant Homefront (YAY for blogging Army wives!!)
Blissed Out Grandma (YAY for being blissed out. Although I have a feeling it has something to do with being the grandparent instead of the parent.)
Micah@ The Yellow Front Door (YAY for having a wickedly creative side and for not being afraid to use power tools!)
Lisa @ Pickles and Cheese (YAY for having more energy than a chihuahua on Red Bull with a double espresso chaser AND for introducing me to the Ballard Designs catalog.)

Micah...meet Lisa. Lisa...meet Micah. If you are not bloggy friend already, you totally should be. You would get along fabulously...like Rachel Ray and Bobby Flay.

Next up was this beauty from Kelly @ Dare to be Domestic. She cracks me up. I blame her for the Cheerio residue on my keyboard after reading about her dream Powder Puff team. Plus, she stalks celebrity babies.
Rules:
1. List 6 things you're a master in.
2. Pass it on to 6 other bloggers who are masters in friendship and make blogging so awesome.

HookerwhoreKelly has already listed her skills as a masterdebater...beyotch...so I will have to have draw from my other expertise.
1. Master of the Crock Pot. Go ahead and mock me. When the rest of you all are scurrying around like squirrels after the first snowstorm, trying to pull a meal together, mine is simmering and I'm on my 2nd cocktail.
2. Master of the Target Clearance Rack. Yes, that eggplant fishnet tank is marked down to $2.59, but you put it back because you don't have pants to match. That's fine. I will gladly purchase your sloppy seconds at 90% off, pair it with a leather mini, and then use the other $30 to buy fleece socks and PJs with monkeys on them.
3. Master of the Mustang. When you buy your dad's 1996 Mustang convertible (read: baby), there are some parts and pieces that are bound to break (or disintegrate, as the case may be). You will learn how to repair hoses, gaskets and seals...or you will go poor at the hands of a Ford dealership.
4. Master of the iPod Touch. Mama Virgo owes me about $2594 in technical support fees for all of the hours I've spent trying to figure out what the hell she did to it this time. That's OK, though...I'm sure that sometime later in life, it will be important for me to know that if you just hold your index finger on the home screen, all the apps will jiggle and X's will appear next to them. That will be useful knowledge...right???
5. Master of the Mimosa. Well, if I weren't, this whole blog would be a sham. I do not exactly consider myself the Magnolia Whisperer...but we do have a very lovely one growing in the front yard. Neal says it's thriving due to cross-pollination from the neighbor's across the street. I say that I need hip waders to climb out of all the crap Neal pours on me.
6. Master Mower. Yes, it's a fact that I got so mad last summer, I accidentally mowed in perfectly diagonal lines. This summer, I plan on re-joining and then re-quitting Urban Active just so I can achieve the raw fury needed for a checkerboard pattern.

And now on to my master bloggers. Pay them a visit. Give a little love. But not too much...this isn't that kind of blog...

Eternally Distracted
Kiera @ Imperfect Daisies
Noelle @ Elastic Waistbands and Comfortable Shoes
Jess @ Cape Cod Awesome
Shandal @ My Life in 3D
Kiran @ Masala Chica

Well, there you have it...cue music and sparkling conversation. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. And I have to be productive. Due to the 4 inches of snow overnight and the raining ice right now, Neal has decided to work from home today. I have to look like I do things, not just read about other people doing things. You can keep a secret right?

Ten is such a lovely number!

Well looky-here! I received, and most unexpectedly I may add, an award for my blog! Actually this would be the second in as many weeks so now I've gone all Kate Winslet on you because I'm such an "old hand" at this...not like Susan Lucci who was only nominated about 26 times. I actually won! But with this award comes responsibilities...which I am totally up for. So before I get started, a BIG thank-you to Kallay who writes a fantastic blog about her furbabies, life in the re-employment world, and how to make cookies with red wine (seriously, does life get any better than when you're able to drop a little of your cocktail into cookie dough?)

So, the 10 things that make me uber-happy (in no particular order, of course, because...y'know..I have a thing about that):

• First and foremost is my family. This includes my husband, my parents, my sister and her family, my aunt and her family...all the way out to my cousin Ted who used to be the road manager for Exile. They make me laugh, they support me, and without them I would be incomprehensibly lost. Of course, I have to remind myself of this when my husband mocks my grilling skillz, my mother reminds me that I could have a Virgo baby if I got pregnant right now, my dad burns up all my cell phone minutes re-counting the ways Mitt Romney is going to save this country from ruin, and my aunt sends me completely illegible text messages because she refuses to spell-check. I love them all...and they make me really happy. Plus they let me blog about them without disowning me. Bonus!
  
• Second are my friends. I have friends I've known since I was 5 and friends that I know through blogging who I would only recognize on the street by her sensational pink boots. Each one makes my life richer in his/her own unique way. My mother once said to me that some friends are only in your life as a result of circumstance...you work together...you have class together...you be-friend your boyfriend's friends. And this is all true, but I've managed to hang on to many of those people and come to love them in whole new ways. Yes, I have friends that I picked up through an ex-fiance, but they also have wonderful stories to tell about life with kids and life in a non-continental U.S. state. And I have roommates from college who now serve an indispensable role in my world as advocate, gossip columnist, and retail therapist. Our relationships ebb and flow but that's the tide of life.

• This is Poppy and LuLu. LuLu climbed up into my lap one afternoon at my hairdresser's shop and I fell hopelessly in kitteh-love. As my ex said, "she is either the most beautiful cat I've ever seen or the ugliest." Well, I kept her but not him so I guess we know where I stand. Poppy was more aloof in the beginning but now she's on my heels all day...so much so, actually, that I've stepped on her more times than I can count. These girls have moved 4 times since I adopted them from the Lifehouse (be forewarned...if your hairdresser also runs a no-kill shelter, you will most likely leave with less hair and more fur). They've adapted flawlessly to every situation. They are total cuddle-whores and must be locked up whenever we have a party because they've never met a stranger. If they were children, we would have serious chats about going with strangers offering candy.
• This is going to sound so lame, so affected, and completely untrue (because if it were true, I would weigh 100 lbs soaking wet with arms like chiseled marble...) but I really love to workout. Weight training is like church for me. I strengthen the supports of my temple while God and I wrangle topics like death, faith, and free-will. It goes without saying, then, that I was a rockin' Pilates/Yoga/Spinning/Aqua kickboxing instructor and a Jillian-esque trainer (although that bitch is crazy. I have never, read: NEVER worked someone so hard that their hip joint shattered). But as with all things related to the American dream, if you live it, eat it, breathe it...someday you will burn out on it. And that brings us to here.
  
• And speaking of the almighty J-O-B....I love what I'm doing now. And perhaps it's the whole "I work completely alone. I'm not an independent contractor, I answer to no one but the bank account" that I love. As it turns out, I seem to have an issue with authority. Shocking, yes? But I also seem to have an eye for this whole jewelry designing thing. So, until Neal sends me out into the world with a stack of resumes and references, then this is where I'll be...honoring my grandmother's memory with making what she adored most (well second to her grandchildren, of course).
  
• I can't believe I'm listing this 6th...which just goes to prove, this is in no particular order because really writing should definitely be in the top 5. I've always had a very active imagination (this comes, I'm sure, with being an only child for 21 years. There is only so much adult conversation a kid can take before they must excuse themselves to their room to create a love triangle with Barbie, Ken, and GI Joe). In middle school, I won an award for a story I wrote in French class. I can't remember what it was about, nor do I think I could read it today (because y'know...it's in French...but apparently it was glorious). I've always kept diaries/journals/napkins with chicken-scratch. So, blogging is like the big "O" for me. The only thing that makes me happier than blogging is knowing that I don't suck at it like I do chess.
  
• On a related note, I read like it's my second full-time job. But then, I think that if these 2 don't go hand-in-hand then chances are, you are not good at the writing part. I will read almost anything...except dry historical accounts of wars and the manual that comes with any appliance/technological gadget/cars that I've bought. I consider the manual to be more of a "resource guide"...only to be dug out when you've gotten your 4WD stuck in ice or the wine fridge craps out (PSA: when the wine fridge manual says "do NOT plug into the same outlet as the refrigerator," they aren't kidding. I just saved you $500. You're welcome).
  
• Again, this should not be so far down on the list because it really deserves to be in the top 5 (I mean, if the top 5 had sub-categories like 5A, 5A1, etc. Who says I didn't learn anything in college? I can outline like an English double-major!)...but I have a hard time imagining a world without coffee. And the thing is, I can vividly remember hating coffee...but I think Speedway changed all of that. Sometime in college, I started drinking cappuccinos from the gas station and, coupled with the chocolate-covered coffee beans that my roommate found at Meijer, I was on the highway to hell. Suddenly, I had a new bad habit (which is not bad if you can limit your caffeine intake, but I have graduated to espresso everyday. That is not control...that is the need to feed).
  
• The beach, and really specifically, Hilton Head Island is a drug to me, too. I've been going since middle school and while I may vacation in other places around the country...there is nowhere else I'd rather be (well, in the continental U.S. because I have to send out some love to Italy which was dripping with history and oozing with culture and that is a whole different kind of drug). We were married on the beach in Hilton Head and I will always go back at any opportunity. Bike paths that wind behind houses of the rich and not at all famous, fantastic shopping, clay tennis courts, and Marley's Restaurant (which serves a sangria margarita)...honestly, does it get any better??
• And since we're on the topic of travel...while Lexington is a fun little college-town with its $1 drafts and Big Blue Fever...it is not the city. Even Louisville comes in short. Given the choice, I'd be living in Chicago or NYC or Atlanta. I become all giddy on mass transportation...with my iPod and my newest Jen Lancaster book. And I find something intoxicating about busy sidewalks...fashionista strolling next to goth tween, men in "double-take" suits and the conversations overhead at the cross-walk...it's like coffee and birthday cake.
  

Wait! That's 10! What about the other 144 other things that make me so happy that sometimes I think my head will explode?? Oh well, another time perhaps. Thank you again for this award! What great fun this was! I will include my top 10 blogs now, although I don't think they will all play along. I think Sarah said it best....my plan was to comment to the top 10 to let them know of their award, but I think that once you surpass 30 followers, your desire to play along goes sliding down a snowy embankment. Here they are anyway. They are WELL worth the read and I can't wait to see what their top 10's are, should they deem me worthy (but I'm not worthy...I'm not worthy!!). Oh and for the record, Kallay and Sarah would totally be on here, but I can't send it back to Kallay and Sarah has been honored, as well. So even though they aren't listed you'd be a fool to not stop by en route to the others. It's not out of the way, but you could get distracted.
Consider the Lillies
The Fox Den
Keep in Touch with Mommakin
Knitting in Public
Jeannie's Happy World
A Day in the Life of a Surferwife
PostSecret
The Bloggess
Jennsylvania
All Things Sweasy
I start and end my day with these bloggers...just in case they had some strike of inspiration over the course of the day. Although often, it's just fun to re-read their posts because damn, they are just that fantabulous!