TMI is a good thing.

I am, as usual, behind in everything.  Everything.

Sometimes this is a good thing because I am always busy.  Sometimes it’s a bad thing because I am always busy.  I’m bipolar – what do you expect?

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I have a bunch of awards that I have wanted to hand out because that is the best part of getting an award, being able to pass it on.  Except I hate choosing but the other thing that is hard is that  – I get behind.  I am going to combine a few and condense and I will get to them.  And I am honored and grateful and  even more so, surprised when I am awarded because…well for lots of reasons.

But this one I wanted to do by itself.  It’s a new award created by Teri of The Narcissist Blog and Lauren at Viciously Sweet and when Teri first announced it I was reading along, enjoying the story of its purpose and the rules of the award and as I went on I thought, well there is no way I qualify for this award…. and lo and behold when I got to her list there I was  – right there!  Yea.. Me!

So, here it goes 🙂

The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. 


Here are the rules

Thank the person who presented you with the award.

Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.

Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 100 250 words or less. (Based on the fact that Lauren and Teri both went over the word count, they upped it to 250.)

Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.

Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.

Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

First, Teri, (The Narcissist Blog) thank you so much for honoring me with this award. I truly enjoy your blog and have often been amazed at your ability to just put it out there – for lack of a better term.  I honestly have to say I wasn’t quite sure I really deserved it because I thought really the most I have over shared (I think) was when I talked about picking my nose and KY jelly but I took a step back to look at the spirit of the award. It’s a really darn cool award that I am proud to display. Thank you so much and the fact I was one of the first to have it is even cooler.

Here’s my story – now it must be known I had a hard time deciding between this one and a rather humorous en..ene….pregnancy story that involved that word that no one shall utter in my presence (please) ug….and this one won out.  In my mind anyways.

A few years back – ok a lot of years back, my then bf and I were going to Red Rocks (in Colorado) to see Jimmy Buffett.  On our way we met with a group of friends and since it was early,we passed the time drinking Coronas and something else that was probably fitting for the occasion but I still don;t know what it was (What? it was fun and everybody else was doing it!  🙂  )  Needless to say I was a little snockered through the concert and wasn’t in much better shape when we were leaving.  I had to pee.  Badly.  And there wasn’t even a port-o-potty around as we made our way to the parking lot that was surrounded by hills.  Being me, I decided to just go off a little and do my business and I dutifully trudged up the hill looking for a spot that would suit my needs.  With nature’s call becoming more urgent I just said what the hell and dropped my pants and squatted.  Facing uphill.  Drunk.  I fell backwards bare assed, into a thistle bush.  The kind with those minute hairy like thorns …..  My bf had to come retrieve me and after laughing so hard he almost pissed himself (then going on to relieve himself without incident cause boys can)  he was irked at me and would do nothing to help me so I had to sleep on my tummy all night (went back to his house because it was so late and …ok yea whatever.,….)  The next day, my mom spent over an hour with tweezers pulling thistles out of my ass and to get the remainder, made a paste of meat tenderizer and water to draw them out.  I had to apply the paste daily for almost a week to finely have relief…but I can surely say I have a USDA GRADE A prime piece of ass….can’t I?  

I have learned many lessons since then, and from this incident I learned – don’t bare your ass facing uphill…ever.

So next I would like to give the award to the following:

Lady with a Truck

OhMyGawd! Just do What I say! 

Gillian Colbert 

Kana’s Chronicles

Bipolar Muse

The World Behind Nicole Colored Glasses

Moon Amoore

Lauren’s Crazy Adventure

It’s always hard to just pick a few as I am really in awe of all that choose to use the blog as a platform to share their life.  The ones I have chosen have shared incredibly moving – sometimes painful parts of themselves bravely and openly.

As Teri so eloquently put it, Congratulations to all the winners!  I truly admire the openness and fearlessness with which you share yourselves!.

And thank you again Teri for the honor.

Lizzie Cracked (not broken)  and not as far behind as I was 🙂


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37 thoughts on “TMI is a good thing.

  1. Lizzie! Thank you so much! I am honored. Never before have I received accolades for talking too much. I always used to get shit for being to “chit chatty” when I worked in n office. Part of the reason being my own boss is so appealing.

  2. OOOOH!!!! OH MAN! LOL 🙂 hahahahaha!!!

    Oh. Sorry…. that had to be painful. I’m soooo sorry.

    (snicker, giggle… ROFL! you poor thing!)

    1. The initial pain was quite..dulled but when I woke up in the morning, ouch..along with my pride and then having to lay there with my ass bared to have the thistles removed…yeah… 🙂

      1. hahaha… oh my goodness. LOL 🙂 When I was very small, maybe 4/6 years old, I fell into cactus hind end first. I remember your pain and having the quills pulled out which were very … small and very hard to see. Yup. Up on the kitchen counter down the shore, butt up. yah… I understand. 🙂

      1. hey! what about me? lol – she’s a nurse but I’m sure it was worse than just the actual act of picking them out – maybe more of lamenting a daughter lacking enough common sense to…well yea lacking common sense the good lord and her mother gave her (or so she so wished)

    1. not one?? That was my first reaction too…and look what I remembered lol….

      I am quite attached to my ass – and so damn grateful at my age – I swear it;s better than it was 20 no ok 10 years ago…. its on the boob front I am lacking – so feel your pain – but I tell you what about that – the older I get, the more grateful I am about that too….who you think is gonna have the great tits in 5 years, little ol me or the babe that was buxom at 20? perky aint; forever…. and it looks better on the less endowed – something about we all have our time and…..I can;t believe I just did that…. 🙄 do me proud Gingerylove! I know you can 😉

  3. Too funny.
    And once again, I am overjoyed that I can pee standing up.

    Though I have my own stack of Jimmy Buffett stories.

    Congrats, and well done (as always), LizzieC!

      1. I would just like to know how peeing on a cheerio became the standard of measurement.
        Kind of like how long it takes piranhas to skeletonize a cow…

      2. well gee – that;s a good question – WHAT IF it were a ummmmm a needle in a haystack? or something equally as….as… lame?…I guess the cheerio is a mom thing – it;s in all the best toilet training books that I never read.

        or how many licks to get to the tootsie roll?
        How long does it take to skeletonize a cow?

  4. hahahahaha . . . ahhh . . . .Well at least you had the thistle bush to break your fall. Which is better than falling ass over teakettle (almost literally) down the entire hill and ending up on the concert stage just when the headliner is coming on. Dang that must have hurt! It sounds like a great new hobbie for Moms too, pulling thistles out of their children’s behinds — it certainly would be more interesting that knitting, but maybe not quite as interesting as crocheting. And congratulations on this award Lizzie! It is so you!! 🙂 🙂

      1. What a coincidence! I was preparing a powerpoint presentation on that very topic for your purusal, But then I saw my knitting needles across the room — calling to me in that way they have — and sorry Guap, that’s all she wrote.

  5. Clearly I’m catching up myself–so here’s my belated THANK YOU! 🙂 And I’m laughing my (NOT USDA-prime) ass off at your story! And thinking how often I’ve paused in writing and wondered if I’m venturing into TMI-territory (the fertility-clinic story comes to mind!) and thought “oh what the hell” and kept going. Ta-da! I’m honored, thank you. 😉

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