Peep of the week

Perhaps I need to rethink the title of this post as I can only imagine the pervy Google searches it will prompt, but it is what it is.

I am going to try something new on my blog.

I’m going to start giving out a weekly award.

I have not really jumped on the “Award” bandwagon. Not that I don’t like them, I really, really do. I also really, really appreciate the awards that other bloggers have so kindly bestowed upon my little bloggie.

(We likes them. They are our precious.)

I am just cautious of bandwagons and jumping on them. I want to be sure it’s something that I really want to do before committing to trying it out.

Here’s the thing. I love being liked, noticed and loved. Hell, I secretly think that everyone should rise and sing a few stanzas of “The Hallelujah Chorus” when I walk into a room.

While I know that everyone on the planet doesn’t take their own levels of narcissism to the staggering heights that I do, I still think that people like being appreciated.

You all give so much to me. I want to give something back.

It is why I am creating a “Peeps” page full of linky love for people who are kind enough to read me. Which reminds me: DO YOU WANT TO BE ON MY LINKY LOVE “PEEP” PAGE? IF SO, CLICK HERE AND LEAVE ME A COMMENT.

(Yes, I am totally going to keep putting these reminders up until the page is done. Don’t you remember my recurring nightmare about leaving someone off the peeps page on accident?? Hello? Duct tape?! Yul Brynner?! Remember?! So, you see WHY I am going to such annoying lengths to make sure that doesn’t happen, right? Right.)

Anyhoo.

I know that lots of people award bloggers for being snazzy, kind, hot, moving, and probably tall. I know that I have LOVED reading Petroville’s monthly Perfect Post Awards, but I think one of the things that I love so much about the bloggity world is the communication that goes on.

I love comments.

I love getting comments.

I love giving comments.

Writing a good comment is almost like an art form. My favorite comments are those that are creative, funny, snarky or moving.

PERSONALITY FILLED.

They make my day and I want to encourage them.

I’m not saying that it easy to write a blog post, no it is not. However, I almost always know that if someone is a great commenter, the chances are high that your blog will be something that I want to read on a regular basis.

SO….I decided to create “THE PEEP OF THE WEEK AWARD”

(It’s my first ever non-photograph photoshop thingy. It was a pain in the heiny, let me tell you.)

Once a week (Probably on Sunday) I will scan the comments that I receive and pick the one that stands out the most. I can tell you up front that the majority of them will probably be comments that have made me laugh, but there are so many of you that are moving or kind or completely loyal and I want to recognize that as well.

Let’s get on with it and announce this week’s winner.

THE FIRST EVER “PEEP” GOES TO:

My brother.

DUDE. I KNOW! Don’t throw shoes at me for nepotism! My brother could be some stranger from BFE with poorly shaped bosoms named Guadalupe and I would STILL pick him for this award. (I’m not sure why I made him a girl with poorly shaped bosoms. Or why I picked the name Guadalupe. For that matter, I am still trying to figure out why he reminds me of The Misfit Jelly Squirt Gun from “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.)

He doesn’t have a blog, which means my cute little button will go to waste this week, but my brother is one of my favorite commenter’s of all time.

He puts up with a lot when he reads my blog. He doesn’t care for my potty mouth and he CERTAINLY doesn’t enjoy reading about my Magical Boobies or collection of “Personal Toys”.

He rarely fails to be hilarious, sarcastic, or witty.

This week he responded to my post about my son sending me paper airplanes of apology and how simple it is to solve an argument sometimes. That it really just takes saying you’re sorry and meaning it sometimes.

The Brother says:

You missed a step!
1. Say you’re sorry

2. Mean it

3. Mention that YOU TOUCHED AIR SUPPLY!

3a. If it’s a cop, flash cleavage (but not to the boys. This will only prompt more questions and wide-eyed expressions)

So, there you go, Rhett. Maybe now you can get your knickers out of a twist that you didn’t win the “Great Chicken Naming Contest of ‘07″.

I have no idea how this thing will go. It may be the best thing since sliced bread and the bee’s knees or it may suckasuckaSUCK a duck and be so lame that my stats drop to 10 on Sundays.

We’ll see.

If anyone would like to jump on the bandwagon and give some love out to your peeps, feel free to snag the snazzy button over in my sidebar. I would appreciate a link back to this blog if you don’t mind. It would help make up for the hours I spent cursing at myself for my crappy Photoshop skills.