tonight, we have a tender chicken cutlet covered in awesomesauce (and two other awards)

So, I've been hoarding blog awards like they are leftover Easter candy. (Let's be honest, who hoards candy? I usually eat it all in about 1.5 sittings.) So, I've been hoarding these awards like they are... high school memorabilia, or episodes of LOST on my DVR... or something.

Yeah, so I got the Awesomesauce Award from a few peeps.

(You know how hard it is for me to refrain from changing this to the awesomespice award, don't you?)

It was bequeathed to me by Jen, a new blogger over at Unedited, who inexplicably has amassed 400 + followers in two months. What is her secretspice? I don't know... it must be in her awesomesauce!

I also got the awesomesauce love from the lovely and talented sarahjayne at Writing in the Wilderness.

(Update: Nicole at One Significant Moment gave it to me today, too! I just went to link her blog to give her another award... see Sunshine, below... and there I was! Spewing awesomesauce. Again.) ;)

(Thanks, ladies!)

I'm passing on a heaping spoonful of my awesomesauce to the following blogs, which you should read if you don't already.

1) Ashley Stone is a beautiful person and a talented song writer... and she can sing, too! She is going to win the Myspace GLEE auditions and be on the show. I just know it.

2) Sierra Godfrey may as well be covered in awesomesauce. I'm not just saying this because she often links my blog in her Friday Reader Round-up.

3) Lilu masterminded TMI Thursdays, and was eventually brave enough to put and end to TMI Thursdays. Well, I didn't stop posting my own TMI stories, but do you blame me? No. You still love it. She writes another cool regular post called The Shiz my Boyfriend Says, which I totally plan to borrow sometime.
4) My favorite Kentucky Blonde is blogging with more consistency again because she discovered she can still post from work. This makes her a happy banker. She was also the second person on the planet to know I was preggers. (Well, third... counting me.)

5) I wish I could take Tina Sandoval out on a date. We'd eat porkchops... and awesomesauce.

Moving right along.

I revceived the "You are my Sunshine" supportive commenter award from Laurel -- the princess of prose, I swear it! -- over at Laurel's Leaves. This is probably because I always refer to her as adorable.

Thanks, Laurel!

To Nicole (One Significant Moment) for your compliments when I posted on Roni's Beta Club.

To Roni (my dearest fiction groupie) for saying that I am a naturally hilarious blogger.

To Charity Bradford, whom I don't have a close bloggy relationship with (yet)... but she still cried when she read my preggers-post, and for that, Iadoreherspice.

Travener is always leaving me little nuggets of wonderful. (Like when he wrote, "Virtual Baby Shower!" That made my day.)

Finally, to Mehlane, who also claims she welled-up in the tear-duct department while reading my letter-to-fetus. She is so warm hearted that sometimes I wonder if she's real.

Last but not least.

Tina Sandoval, my Sweet Niblet, gave me the Soulmates award, obvi. (It's not that we have girl crushes on each other; our infatuation runs deeper than that.)
Thanks, wifey.

This award must go to:

Natalie Murphy... she's a Murphy by birth, and I'm not, but it still counts.

Carissa Jaded... we share a love of karaoke and both have trouble keeping our cars clean.

JM Diaz... because if I were single and not knocked up, I would put the pedal to the metal and high-tail it to Atlanta and force him to get a divorce and beminespice.

The now anonymous man who did my birthday post. Sometimes, we facebook chat during basketball games.

Well, it's getting thrown back to Tina Lynn Sandoval Murphy. Duhspice.

So, in truth, I don't really know if these awards came with rules or stipulations -- I just passed them on as I pleased because I am preggers and I am allowed to do whatever I want. Yeah.

If you didn't get an award from me... are you mad?

Discuss in the comments.

Also, be sure to follow each blog linked or you and I can no longer be friends.

You think that's extreme? You think I'm bluffing?

(last two lines brought to you by hormones and bloatedness.)