I know I’ve been a slacker with the Peep of the Week Awards lately, so this one will have to be a Peep of the last three weeks. Bite me. Plus, I’m just taking the comments from one post. Bite me again. They were awesome.

From Naked Housework

Warrior Woman emergences from her food allergy torture to cough this one up:

Coding is a scary word for me. In my head it means I’ve gone into cardiac arrest.

Zoe voiced all of our sentiments:

man i was so hopeful for a knudsen comment in there. darn it all. huh. i have never cleaned naked…some how i don’t think this is a good time to start!

The Over Thinker shares her cleaning experiences:

Well crap. I just typed up a nice long comment and then I got an error message b/c I apparently can’t remember to put and @ symbol in my e-mail address. I can’t remember all I typed, but I had mentioned that I no longer clean naked-as-a-jay hawk as I used to b/c, hand-to-God: Once I was dusting the TV and my boob came in contact with the screen and I got a shock. A SHOCK. Now I just clean “nearly-naked”.

Evil Woobie adds a practical note:

You got me on the naked thing and I can totally relate! Living alone made me prone to never donning clothes when I do housework or real work on the PC. I am allergic to laundry see… if I dont put on clothes, I wont wash anything. Simple life. I wear an apron when I cook though. ^_^

Knudsey tells it like it is:

I do my hoosework naked and now I’m barred from the laundrette.

Nan adds a bit of island flavour:

Oh, I clean the bathroom naked and Sean is often naked or in his drawers at home. I bought a loud bell recently to install on the path to our house, and we are going to put a sign under it that says “Please Ring Bell In Case We Are Naked!” because people are always walking into our house unannounced. “CLANG!!” “Are ya naked?”

Maybe they would stop visiting if my house was really, really clean? That would be bad. Another good reason for dog hair and clutter!

Dawn made me giggle. She’s pithy:

hm. I would be sweeping the floor with mah boobs. Unintentionally.

Marmarburg has her say:

I am a clean freak. I wish I wasn’t. Maybe it will wear off one day.
And I never cleaned the house naked. My husband is already a hornball. I try not to leave any open invite to him.

And the winnah is…

Kristabella cracked me up:

That must be my problem. The image in my head is utter filth. I’m guessing that is why I can’t get off my lazy ass and clean my house.

If you haven’t seen or heard of the Perfect Post Award before, you need to get over to see Suburban Turmoil or Petroville for their list of submissions each month. It’s something like Five Star Friday, but it’s once a month.

For the month of May, I chose Memarie Lane for her post Dear Googler. I’ve written a few search term posts, but hers had me smiling in admiration of her wit. And I never thought to write a letter to Googlers about it. Because she’s pregnant now, she addresses what to ask a pregnant woman. You should go over there and admire her new self-hosted self and blog duds. And read the post.

Check it out. It’s small but mighty, and it wants to sit on your sidebar, Marie.

But wait! There’s a lovely award I received from Laura of I am the Diva. Finally, something that’s about me, heh, heh.

I want to send this to Knudsey because I miss his comments. Even though he called me a tech head more interested in buttons and swirly things, he couldn’t see the comments on my site. Too bad he’s too thick to click on the permalink (That’s the title of each post) . Clicking it will bring the comments section up. I’m still messing with the code. It seems that IE6 is being mean to me.

Next, my cyber bitch, Zoe, because you have to drape your bitch in bling if you want to keep her. She’s the best! See? You must praise your bitch. I loves me some Zoe.

Veronica, who is adorable, and writes hilarious posts about mouse schwackers. She is very diligent in responding to her comments. I wish I were, but sometimes I get buried in code and can’t speak a full sentence.

Which reminds me. I have been coding on four different sites this week, and mine still needs to be coaxed into compliance with the evil Internet Explorer 6. I guess the cobbler is the last to get new shoes, huh?

Contest is now over!

Knudsey likes to accuse me of trying to make money or getting votes, and I’m not saying he is wrong. This time, though, I’m all about the giving. I know! I’m fabulous that way. So I decided to enter the Bloggy Giveaways Carnival

Here’s what you do: Leave an actual comment, not a cut and paste thingie like “Count me in”. If you’ve never been here before, tell me that I smell nice or something. That reminds me. I totally need to hose myself off. Each comment you leave between now and Friday will go into the random number generator to come up with the winnah. One comment per entry, and that gives everyone five chances to win!

If you are really smart, you could subscribe to my feed. See the big shiny button thing in the sidebar? That one. I’m posting tomorrow about Skinny Bitch’s Boob job. You wouldn’t want to miss that would you? And then you can comment and get another crack at the prize. Bonus! I highlight my clever commenters each Sunday, and one of them gets an award. I have the best commenters evah. Be one of the cool kids.

Here’s what you get:

The artist, Doris Muise, made a series of this woodcut print especially for me, and hand coloured each of them. She did it to honour my totem vision of whale and eagle. She asked what about eagle was significant to me, and I replied that it was the eye, the seeing from a great height with clear vision. I only have four left of the series of 50. I will ship the print without a frame, as the framing is a personal choice. If you feel affinity for whale or eagle, or if you just appreciate powerful art, this is a must-have print.

So what are you waiting for? Subscribe to my feed and tell me you love me. By the time you read this, I should be smellng nice.

When Ass Burger Boy was younger, he overheard me tell someone close that I would rather have them drop the F bomb than say the N word around him. I didn’t want that kind of hate in his vocabulary. He filed it away for future reference.

Nowadays, when he is frustrated or angry, he repeats the N word like a person with Tourette’s Syndrome. I have explained how loaded with hatred and bad juju this word is.

Then, in a rare moment of clarity, *ding, ding* it dawned on me.

Me: You use that word because it offends me so much, don’t you?

ABB: Yeah, kinda.

Me: Well, aren’t you just the effing rebel?

ABB: smirk.

Awarding of the Bling

From the lovely and fragrant Teeni, who wishes to acknowledge a few of her must read daily posts comes the Daily Dose Award. Be quiet. It wasn’t what you were thinking, now, was it?

I have to pick only three blogs who fill me with happiness when I see they have updated. Tough call. You should subscribe to these three, and become addicted your ownself. Drum roll, please…

1. Zoe

2. Veronica

3. Well Done Fillet

From my much loved bloggy buddy, Zoe, comes the I Less than three your blog, which I take it to mean that she hearts my blog.

There are many blogs that I heart as well. I just feel all warm and fuzzy when I visit them. Here are three:

1. Teenie, Vaguetarian Tea Room I was going to also award this to I am the Diva, but I figure Teeni will get it to her.

2. Texas Poppet

3. Loralee’s Looney Tunes

And? I really hate having to narrow it down to three. There are so many great blogs out there.

This week I had a hard time refraining from bestowing this award on Knudsen, award winning commenter, but he does have another blog and I am sure he will be able to decorate it soon. I do have to include it here for those who didn’t get to enjoy it. His response was to his puzzle time. The man just cracks me up. Those of you viewing in a reader are so missing out on the comments.

HA! 4 minutes and 8 seconds, you didn’t think I could beat my usual 5.29 but I did, you can’t keep a good man doon or me for that matter. The Nazis thought they could make me talk with torture but no I held out, well until they threatened to hurt me. Do not underestimate Old Knudsen oh no and don’t stand doon wind from him either or bend over in front of him because he has OCD well thats what I told the judge, if I didn’t grab her arse I felt like something bad would happen, I mean worse than the punch she gave me which loosened my crown, on Tuesdays I don’t wear my cap I wear a crown, don’t ask me why.

If you agree with me, be sure to sport this bumper sticker, suggested by Jenny.

Another comment that I would like to share here for those who may have missed it is Kristabella’s response to There are Things That Make Us Happier. I was wiping my eyes with this one. She’s brilliant.

I’m always overdrawn too. We get paid next Friday and I’m logging onto my account everyday to see when the magic happens.

I like to call it magic so that it doesn’t depress me. And the bank guy likes to call it magic because I’ve put his kid through college with all my overdraft fees.

This weeks Peep of the Week goes to Dawn for her comment on Parallel Play. It was a pithy response, and I almost pithed my panth.

ah… you just compared my husband to a toddler. so perfect.