After The Blogger Death Match, The Award Doesn’t Seem As Great. But It Is.

I’ve been nominated for funniest blog through SocalLuxeLounge.com!

And the top five blogs in each categories move on the BLOGGER DEATH MATCH. I feel like I have a good chance in a fight to the death with anyone. I killed a woman last night WITH MY EYES when she started inching her vehicle around my son, my dog, and I because we were TAKING TOO LONG GETTING TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. A whole minute of her life GONE because my son forgot to pick up his feet when I pushed his tricycle. I hope that she enjoyed those last seconds of inching because I responded in full-force with the GLARE OF DEATH. I’m a freaking TROPICAL STORM right now. And I took her car as a trophy.

But back to the award. So go HERE to vote. But if you see other blogs that are funnier than mine WAIT. Write down your top five for funniest blogs. If I’m not number one, don’t freak out. (Okay, I won’t.) Just cross off the more popular blogs. They already GOT fifteen thousand votes today. This will (hopefully) move me to your number one spot. And I’m sure that at three votes a day (yes, you can vote everyday. and yes, my three votes are me, my sister, and my husband who I have to remind.) I’ll only need fourteen years to win. AWESOME!

Seriously though, if you vote for me, I’ll give you a baby. Oh, you’re going to pull the YOU DON’T LIKE THEM ANYWAY card. Well, FINE. I’ll give you nature. And I was a pastor for the day, so I can TOTALLY do it. God and I are besties. Or BFFs if you are still totally 2009.

Please vote so I can stop being annoying about this award and start being annoying about other things. Thanks.

Disclaimer: There may or may not REALLY be a Blogger Death Match. To make it up to you, if I get into the top five, I will try and kill my fellow finalists.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

20 thoughts on “After The Blogger Death Match, The Award Doesn’t Seem As Great. But It Is.

    1. dude, you are better than my husband. i have to remind him. and he’s all like DID YOU SEND ME THE LINK? Um, yeah, like a thousand times.

      thanks. for all your support actually.

    1. my husband had a similar response: I’ve had so many Tropical Storm Alexs that I don’t even notice them anymore.

      PS. now we’re hurricanes. AWESOME. (for us. not for like the world or texas or anything)

    1. Thanks!!

      You can totally kill with your eyes. Or maybe your superpower is to use your super mama sneer to destroy rude people everywhere. (except when WE are rude. Or our kids. that’s okay. or at least not punishable by death.)

    1. You can tell me every time. I don’t mind.

      But seriously, THANKS for voting. And for all your support of my blog. I’m kinda jealous that Coffee&Commutes Christine had coffee with you.

    1. YOU’RE SANTA CLAUS!! HOLY CRAP!! I’m besties with Santa Claus and he’s willing to eat my children if I need him to. This day is AWESOME.

      Your Bestie,
      Alex

      PS. Thanks for the vote. If they email you again or give you secret email to anyone else, I’ll personally deliver their coal.

  1. No freakin way! I hate those ppl that almost drive over you cause they are in such a big ass hurry.

    OF course Ill vote for you, but I would also like to see the death match? on video maybe. lol

    1. if i make top five (and you will probably have to vote everyday for this to happen), I will vlog out the death match. my husband may have to play my competitors. But it will be DONE!

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