The One Lovely Blog Award

Wow, I am getting a lot of these lately! Thanks to A.D. Martin, a blogger with much wit and entertainment value, for sacrificing me to the WordPress gods.

Seven facts about Michelle –

1. No matter how many times I try PopTarts, sweet potatoes, and Twizzlers, I still hate them all. I have tried, you guys. I have tried so many times. But my taste buds are like “nope.”

2. I have irrational loathing for people who leave their turn signal on after they’ve completed the turn. You know, those people who drive down the road with the thing still flashing, totally oblivious, and I’m in the next lane like “Get over! get overrrr! Oh wait, you just left the thing on? Maybe? Whatever dude. *zoom*” Equally, I loathe people who don’t use their turn signal at all, which seems to be pretty common in South Carolina.

(No one drives as poorly as people in Huntsville, Alabama though. They must not teach “yielding” in Huntsville Drivers Ed.)

3. I’m not really into pumpkin spice stuff.

4. I’m a film festival director/programming director/general cofounder of AtomaCon, which is Charleston’s first three-day sci-fi, pop culture, and gaming convention. My mom is the main founder/head honcho/one woman show. It’s in November, which is a great time to visit The Chuck! Buy tickets here.

5. I have a collection of Mickey Mouse plushies. I get one every time I go to Disney World. My collection is so big that it’s hard to find unique Mickeys when I go now.

6. I don’t eat ground beef. Hamburgers, tacos,  meatballs, meat sauces – nope. I’m a bad Italian, I guess. But the thought of it just makes me shudder. I think I had a really bad experience with puking ground beef as a child that may have subconsciously scarred me, although I’m surprised it didn’t scar my mother more.

7. I’ve been vocally childfree since I was 12 years old. I have never fathomed a desire to want kids, either by adoption, fostering, or natural birth. I don’t talk about this much on here, since I keep the focus on writing, but this really is an integral part of my identity. In the way that some people really enjoy investment banking or skydiving or joining the military, parenting can be life-changing and wonderful and fulfilling for some people – just not for me. First, I’m phobic of pregnancy to a visceral degree. Secondly, among a variety of mental illnesses, autoimmune disorders, and phenylketonuria – which I am a carrier for – that I’d be passing down, I’ve also talked before about how I kind of lack empathy.  My resentment for the life I’d lose would outweigh any love I could have for that kid, and that just….would not be good. So, I’m voluntarily removing myself from the gene pool, ha!

The rules of the One Lovely Blog Award:

  • You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog
  • You must list the rules and display the award (as usual, Internet Explorer at work does not like me posting images. I would switch to another browser, but they won’t let us have any others. *EYEROLL*)
  • You must add 7 facts about yourself
  • You must nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on one of their posts to let them know they’ve been nominated
  • You must display the award logo and follow the blogger who nominated you

My Nominees

How about everyone I nominated last week for the Liebster Award? Or anyone who wishes to do it? Fifteen seems rather excessive, after all.

 

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11 thoughts on “The One Lovely Blog Award

  1. I personally find anyone that doesn’t like sweet potatoes odd. Kidding of course! Just about everyone I know seems to have an aversion to them. I have only come to love them in the last few years. I prefer them over regular potatoes any day, however I’m not a fan of sweet potato fries. Those are gross!

    I think it takes a lot to make a stand and be vocal about not wanting kids. Parenting is wonderful. It’s also the biggest responsibility you’ll ever have and as you said, life changing. I actually admire anyone that recognizes this and acknowledges that it may not be for them. Far too many never give it consideration and eagerly reproduce when they had no business to do so. Btw … my work in progress has a female character who shares in this view, so I may be picking your head someday to gain some insight for her.

    Great post!

    • I actually do like sweet potato fries! Heh. That’s the only way though. I really really want to like them because they’re so healthy but they taste like baby food to me. It’s gag inducing. I guess that’s another food adversion I could blame on childhood!

      Thanks for the kind words – they are sadly rare when it comes to my admission of this. But you’re right that it all depends on the person. My OBGYN is always happy, energetic, and career oriented and she’s got four boys…. but I’ve also seen some people with two or less kids who look like the life has been sucked out of them. I just hope more people grow self aware in this century, as the “duty” to reproduce has been somewhat lifted. If every child was truly wanted, I think we’d be in a much better world.

      And I’d be happy to tell you more about my thought process for your character! If you ever need to email me, it’s michelleiannantuono [@]gmail.com

  2. Actually Michelle, it was corn rather than hamburger. Don’t remember any hamburger incidents! I think your palette was always just too sophisticated for that and you loved sweet potatoes as a baby. I don’t like them either so we really never had them which probably is too bad as they are really good for you! She has loved Mickey since she was 1 year old. Her baby Mickey when everywhere with her (and she still has him). Ok, I think I have embarrassed her enough!

  3. Pingback: 7 Facts- One Lovely Blog Award | Dena Rogers

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