Elephants of style

I found out the other day that my friend Jen considers me to be a Stylish Blogger. Now, be aware that describing me as a "stylish" ANYTHING is akin to labeling OCB as "cuisine." I'm about as fashion-forward as a Mervyn's young menswear flier.

But whatever. It's Jen's call, not mine. And I'm actually pretty darned honored that she thought of me. So I humbly accept the title of stylish blogger, along with all the rights and responsibilities that accompany it.

Those include:

1. I'm supposed to write this post and link back to Jen's blog.

2. I'm required to share 7 things about myself.

3. I've got to nominate 5 other Stylish Bloggers. (This is really starting to sound like Amway, isn't it?)

4. I need to contact those 5 bloggers and let them know they've won. (This is the one where Jen kinda dropped the ball. I just happened to encounter my name and a link to my blog while I was killing time on Mars over lunch the other day.)

Okay then. Seven things about myself.

1. I really wish I could like Led Zepplin. But I can't. Never have. Not sure why. Just don't.

2. I found a seahorse in a tide pool in North Carolina once. Not sure how cool that sounds to you but it sounds very cool to me.

3. I'm pretty sure I've got some kind of low-grade narcolepsy (but, as yet, no discernable penchant for buggery).

4. I still get Jack Nicholson and Jack Nicklaus mixed up. (This one's getting significantly less problematic as years go by. Not because I've gotten better at it. Just because their names come up less frequently.)

5. My favorite book is still the Catcher in the Rye and I don't care if that makes me a cliche.

6. I didn't start paying attention to football till I was 11. That was 1978. That means I've never had the experience of watching "my" team PLAY in a Super Bowl® – much less win one. I have no cause to think that this will ever change.

7. I need a new swimsuit and I'm bummed because the Scheel's gift card I was planning on using to buy one got ripped off last week with my wallet. (And I'm cheap enough to string this situation out until my birthday in July.)

Now for some stylish bloggers.

I actually don't read a whole lot of blogs. The ones I do have to really grab my interest. Here are 5 people with big style and huge talent. These are my elephants of style.

• Jen at My House on Mars. She's quirky, funny and, for as far off the beaten path as she manages to stray, there's always something recognizable and relatable in her writing.

• Sara at simplyneutral. Yes, I realize it's a "corporate" blog. But I still go to read it sometimes just for entertainment. Sara's that good.

• Monica at Minnesota Transplant. I just love how hard Monica makes it to categorize her blog. Sports, literature, religion, travel… I wish I could be this interesting from this many angles.

• Jim at Busy Dad Blog. You know, I don't even remember how I stumbled onto this one. But I keep stumbling back. Good stuff. And nice to get a guy's perspective.

• Jenny at The Bloggess. Um… What can I say? This is as good as blogs get, in my opinion. I'm not a big LOL guy (much less a ROTFLMAO guy), but her stuff IS funny. And crazy. Way crazy. Like, wake-up-in-a-Mexican-jail-lying-next-to-a-stuffed-wolverine crazy. You've got to check it out.

 That's it. That's all I've got. Go check out those blogs, and thank you Jen for thinking of me! I'll try and be back soon to post more cuz there was lots to talk about this weekend – from Addy bragging to bacon.

The end.

(Crap, I've really got to come up with some kind of stylish way to sign off these posts.)

Alright, already. I’m back

Yes, I realize it's been well over a month since my last post. I'm taking part of that blame and laying it squarely at the feet of my own sloth. (Which would probably be more accurately phrased, "Raising it to the feet of my own sloth," since sloths hang upside down. Not that I actually have a real, live sloth. Which would be awesome.) I'm putting part of the blame on the holidays and their annual dose of craziness. (But I'm not sure what it is that I'm claiming "the holidays" did to take up my time. I didn't even get around to doing a Christmas letter this year.) But most of the reason I haven't posted in so long is just work. Busy. Catalogs and things like that.

I'm ready to get back into it though. And I've got a copule of ideas stored up for posts. I really do. I just need to write them. So I plan on getting right on that. Stand by.

40 days of blogging


Okay, I strongly dislike this idea. And the fact that I strongly dislike it makes it great.

Corinne’s challenged me to post for 40 straight days. And the fact that the very thought of it is making me fall asleep as a desperate means of avoidance, even as my pen stutters across the page,* means that it’s something I should fight through. Consider it a growth opportunity. And I’m in serious need of some growth.

She’s got all kinds of great reasoning behind the plan. You know, all that, “It takes 40 times to turn a practice into a habit,” stuff. And she points out the Biblical significance of the number 40 as “a lot” and as the number that God always seemed to settle on for most of His trials (and punishments). And if 40’s good enough for God, then it sure as hell better be good enough for me.

So, like it or not, I’m in this thing. For 40 days. (Although I’m counting yesterday’s triathlon post as Day 1.) Corinne and I are still in negotiations as to what counts as posting. I have a whole ’nother blog at work for which I’m responsible. It’s been getting a little stagnant in recent weeks as well. I’m of the opinion that, if I devote some of this 40-day mojo toward juicing up that spot, that should count. Corinne disagrees. So brace yourselves. In the next 40 days, you may end up seeing a few items here that have a vaguely “Inside CM” feeling to them.

All right, that’s it for tonight. I’ve got to pace myself.

*Yes, I still draft on paper. Suck it, technology.