And it’s for nothing, really! Just a chance to be named as a good baby boomer blogger. <—(Lotta b’s there!)
Yet that’s what I’m doing. I don’t know why. This award doesn’t mean anything. It won’t earn me money, or pay my health insurance. I guess—shoot, admit it. I’m shallow! I’m small. I’m a tiny person without meaning online. (Well, strike tiny…)
But would ya vote? Would ya? My sister-in-law and cousin are voting every day. (Me, too. SHHHH!)
There isn’t a prize. I just got embarrassed when I got a tweet telling me I was nominated, and–blushing shamefully—yes, I sent out a letter begging friends and family to vote. (BIGGER FATTER BLUSH.) See, I went to look at it, and nobody but me had voted for me, and one vote was, well, you know. Horrifying! So then I sent out a little request of a friend or two. Maybe 25? I don’t know.
The One True Thing I Do Know: Hey, at least there’s no sign-in or sign-up or commitment that you have to escape from 2 minutes later. Nope, it’s easy peasy.
So here it is.
My blog post is the one marked “By Paula Lee Bright.” Because, see, well. Um, that’s my name. Oh, and here’s a second hint: The blog is called Almost 60? Really? because. Well, because it’s this one. And the title? Well, it’s of a post that really wasn’t very great. It’s called 3 Ways Baby Boomer Retirement Was Destroyed…So Now What? But hey. Somebody put me up for it. So maybe they liked it?
I don’t know how I’ll break it to that person that life is looking UP for me now. I’m teaching from home. Bob has retired to save his health. The farm sold well. We’re moving to a neat place. Oh, crap! So now I’m a freakin’ inaccurate, dirty, lying blogger, because I haven’t updated that in almost a year. What have I DONE???
But would you vote for me anyway? Even though? Or not. I’ll definitely survive either way.
You do as you think best for you. And then put my request out of your mind. Forever. (Unless you want to vote every day ’til they end the damn thang!) (Which is allowed.)
And when might that be? Hell, I don’t know! I don’t even now who nominated me. But it still makes me happy.
You guys are true friends.
And now the serious answer to the question in the title?
How embarrassing? VERY! Very, very, very.
But I still DID it, didn’t I?
And now, will you forgive me? Pretty please?
I get the sense that you will. But then again, there is no free lunch. And something about spilt milk and the the cows coming home.