My Favorite Blog Post(s) And My Favorite Photo(s)

Long time reader, one of my favorite bloggers, and a dear friend Terri who is the author of the blog Terri Terri Quite Contrary tagged me to participate in THIS meme.

Terri has challenged me to name ONE of my own favorite posts as well as ONE of my own favorite pictures. And after I read this:

“Will you do us the honor of telling us about your favorite post? And from your millions and millions of pictures, can you choose just one favorite? Please say you will!”

I just couldn’t say no!

Considering I have been blogging for four years, and I’ve written over 1,000 blog posts, its safe to say, I have a ‘few’ favorites. Some of them are:

*The Black Out
*Wait! Isn’t that…?
*My Daddy And The Spider.
*Lesson Learnt.
*A Lesson In Geography. Or Something Like That.
*Because Its Not Really A ‘Party’ Unless The Paramedics Arrive.
*Wherein I Hope To Avoid Making An Ass Of Myself.
*Continuing Educational Credits And The Longest Sales Pitch In The History Of The World.
*I Could. But I Won’t.
*The Mayan Ruins.
*If Only There Had Been A ‘Warning Label’ Printed On The Bottle
*Doing Things Differently™ – My Week In Review [Part One]

But, I am only allowed to chose ONE favorite blog post. And I am going to have to go with this one:

To My Dear Sweet Highway…The New Jersey Turnpike

I give up. You win. I will never beat you. All I have left to say is, “Uncle.”

I want you to know I have considered moving in order to avoid you all together. But everywhere I go, there you are. Since there is no way for me to steer clear of you, it’s time for us to reach some sort of agreement.

Please stop trying to tempt me into playing that wicked game of forced rapid lane changes. I will lose every time, as you have proven once again. After doing battle with you every day, twice a day, for six years now, you still find ways to outfox me.

I will never figure out how you managed to lure me in yesterday. Maybe it was those fresh painted lines? They cover your cracks so well. I forgot all about your infinite wisdom. You fooled me with those sexy wide-open lanes. You did an excellent job of manipulating me into believing I could trust you that day.

Alas, it was nothing more than your heartless trickery that provided me little to no traffic for a cool 10 miles. I actually had a sense of peace and silence in my head. It reminded me of the early days when we first met. Back when driving on you, complete with my windows down and music playing on my console, was all the glorious sense of freedom I needed.

For a moment, dare I say, it was nice?

Then WHAM!

You Slut.

You hit me. And right where it hurt. With your ever-so conquering: ‘Brick Wall Of Traffic’.

I was too far past my ‘escape exit’ to save myself. You must have noticed I’ve been using that secret alternate route. You must have been planning this for weeks, watching my every move, plotting for the perfect time to unleash your revenge. You sure are a crafty one.

I must admit it was a well-executed plan.

When you first caught me you held me tight in your grip. And then, you made me pay. To think you betrayed me and snuck behind my back for the feel-good-quickie of a 13 mile back up, a four-car pile-up, with an over-turned dumpster to boot. You may be an old lady, but you’re still a mighty strong mother fucker when you want to be.

There was no hope to be had. I was stuck in that mess for the long haul. I couldn’t even make my famous take-a-fast-ride-on-the-shoulder-move because you are under construction.

What a surprise.

You Whore.

It took 49 minutes to travel 3 miles.

Not. Cool.

As I sat in my car, practically parked, I watched the clock tick slower than on any other day. Time actually stood still. I thought about seeking my own revenge upon you. I tried to figure out ways to break up with you right then and there. I contemplated turning in my EZ-Pass in search of a strictly back road pathway to reach my journey’s end. I pondered all of ways I could cheat on you with the Garden State Parkway. However, your vast body made up of tar and asphalt covers 99.9% of the state.

When it was all said and done, the painstaking crawl, moving inch by inch, every inch that you made me beg for, that’s when you showed me just how tough you really are. After I finally saw those big blinking lights greeting me at the bottom of the exit ramp I realized you have the nerve to charge people money at the tolls? Instead, you should be serving hard liquor or handing out free prizes to those of us who actually made it to our destination exit.

Alas, I can’t play with you anymore, not like I used to.

It was fun while it lasted, but I surrender.

You have beaten me into submission.

I will not expect to get to work or home on time again.

EVER!

Sincerely, Meleah Rebeccah Hawthorne.

Now, I am supposed to chose ONE ‘favorite’ photo.

And, much to my surprise, that was NOT as difficult as choosing ONE blog post.

And even though this photo was taken with my OLD computer, and I have since ‘Upgraded’ the ‘Love Of My Life’ to the 15″ Inch 500GB Sexy Silver MacBookPro, this photo still represents my love for ‘All Things Apple’. And, it’s still quite possibly ‘The Best Date I’ve Ever Had.’

Seriously.

The only photo I love as much as THAT one? Is THIS ONE.

[A big fat ‘Thank You’ goes out to my friend Jen Rinaldi for taking such amazing photos.]

Now. The last part of this challenge involves choosing my favorite blogger and asking them to share their favorite blog post and photo.

The hard part is choosing just ONE blogger. As you can see in the right hand side bar, I have LOADS of ‘Favorite Blogs’. And, quite frankly, I am not even sure who still wants to participate in memes anymore? The last time I tagged people, it didn’t go over too well. And well, that was just kind of embarrassing.

So…

Instead of tagging someone else, I am opening the door to ALL OF YOU.

If you would LIKE to play along, please feel free to share YOUR favorite blog post that YOU ever wrote, and YOUR favorite photo!

Enjoy!