So, a few days ago, I was nominated by Caitlin for this awesome award that she created herself. Honestly, I’m slightly upset. She created her own award, and all I do is sit here writing stories about angry chickens….

Anyway… If you haven’t checked out her blog yet, you should definitely do that. She’s great, and she always makes me feel good about myself because she always calls me awesome. Just me. Not the rest of you who also read her posts.

I was also nominated by Hann for this award, and she is also great and you should also check out her blog. She doesn’t call me awesome though… But she does know how to rock a pair of Hello Kitty sunglasses, so I guess it evens out.

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award

2.Complete the challenge they set you

3. Select a blog or blogs to give the award to

4. Tell them about it and set the challenge

Caitlin’s Challenge: make up a word and write a definition for it

Ergaflergaderg: an exclamatory term used to express surprise, excitement, or any other exclamatory emotion

Example: “Ergaflergaderg! I just saw a giant chupacabra hiding behind that fat goat!”

I find this term rather convenient and applicable to everyday conversation. Please feel free to use it as often as you possibly can.

Hann’s Challenge: describe the most vivid dream you can remember in the greatest detail possible, and try to explain what it means

Well, kids. Sit back and enjoy this delightful tale concocted by my magnificent brain during that precious event known as sleep.

It was just another day in the life of Sam, trudging through a boring school day. But, that was all about to change. Suddenly, the entire building was plunged into complete darkness. All around me, people screamed and threw themselves onto the ceiling in utter fear. It seemed rather strange at the time, I had no idea how they were even capable of that, but I didn’t question it.

Pulling off my backpack, I frantically dug through it, searching for my desired object. Ah, yes. There it was! My beloved flamethrower. I always like to keep one on hand, especially at school. With flamethrower in hand, I crept out of the classroom leaving behind my spider-like peers who still clung to the ceiling. As I stepped out into the darkness of the hallway, I reached up to pull down my nifty night vision goggles conveniently already on my head. For as far as I could see, there was no one in sight. I walked onward, careful to remain silent. As I reached a turn in the hallway, I paused and pulled out my cellphone, noticing the blinking notification of a new text message.

Mom: Where r u? Dishes aren’t done, get home now or no food for the rest of ur life

In a fit of rage, I threw my phone and it vanished in a puff a multicolored glitter. Whatever, she couldn’t tell me what to do. I didn’t need food anyway.

Adjusting my flamethrower and the machete that had now appeared in my other hand, I continued on around the corner. And that’s when I saw them. The monster-beasts. They were giant, like some sort of mutated man with a dash of dog and a sprinkle of snake. Horrifying.

I froze where I stood, hoping that they wouldn’t notice me. One of the monster-beasts was munching upon what appeared to be an unusually large foot of some sort, but he paused a moment and glanced in my direction. With a nasty, mucus filled snort, the monster-beast alerted his brethren of my location and as one they all charged towards me.

I aimed my flamethrower at them and began to perform an interpretive dance, hoping to wow them with my mad moves. It was unsuccessful however, and I had to go with plan B. So, I took of in the opposite direction and ran until I reached the outside of the school.

The monster-beasts were still right on my tail, leaving trails of slimy goo behind them. I then dashed over to the most pathetic excuse for a car there ever was and climbed inside. As the key was already in the ignition, I started it instantly and drove away.

In my rear-view mirror, I watched as the monster-beasts all shook their fists at me in anger and then continued to devour their tasty feet.

With a sigh of relief, I leaned back in the seat and began jamming out to some tunes as my car took flight and soared off into the sunset.

And there is your Story Time With Sam.

As far as explaining what that means goes, I haven’t the slightest clue. But, if you happen to be an expert, or even an amateur dream interpreter, I would absolutely love to find out.

Here are the blogs I’m going to nominate, although I’m pretty sure most of them already have been…

The Ok Life Of a Female Adolescent



The Chosen One

Hann (am I actually allowed to nominate the person who nominated me…?)


I need to start reading more blogs… These are pretty much the same people I nominated for the Liebster Award.. Oops.

My Challenge For You:

Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to state your favorite super hero and explain why they’re the best (and by that I mean explain why Batman is so much better than everyone else); to achieve bonus points, use the term ‘ergaflergaderg’ at least once.

But, these bonus points will achieve absolutely nothing. So, I’m not sure why you would do that.

A Note To Sophie: fear not! I haven’t forgotten about you! Your song is a work in progress 😉
Thanks again to Caitlin and Hann!