I'm so not good at accepting compliments, there should be a non-compliment clause in my social-interaction contract. And while I'm shudderingly grateful to Binky, aka ecr, aka the grande dame at 24/7 for awarding me a thinking blogger award, devised by the big brain blogger over at the thinking blog, I can't wait to get it passed to the next person, for fear that I may feel worthy for any longer than a streaker-at-a-major-sporting-event's worth of milliseconds.
Without further ado, here are the nominees, and kudos for being smarty-pants enough to get this award from me, your less-than-worthy blog buddy. Know that I admire you, I envy you, I wish I could borrow your brain oftener than I'd care to admit -- so I won't. Borrow it, or admit to as much of the envy as I actually possess. You rule. (And I don't want to be accused of mussing your brain if I were to have it loaned to me for any length of time. I worry about these things.)
Rock the Cradle
Thought Concoction
Exiled in Toyland
Woman on the Verge
The State of Discontent
Now take your damn award and post it, and let me return to wallowing in the miserable pile of uncomplimentary items of my choosing. (Don't I sound like an ungrateful wretch! Please say I do. I'm trying so very hard to convey that. Even though I really am secretly ridiculously pleased. But don't spread it around. Keep the knowledge stashed in a nice hidey-hole, like under your toupe.)
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Update: Evidently, the inimitable GingaJoy has also been misled into thinking I think. And I'm damn grateful again. But seriously? You people are the thinkers. Not me. I'm a feeler, at best. And some days a feeler-upper. Heh. Yeah. I *did*. Because going the sleazy route is just so much easier than reveling in compliments. Although I think we're treading on recycled ground. Oh, and for Catherine's** sake, I'm going to resize the teensy words at the bottom of the post, as I'm caring enough to want to spare her eyes. Eyes. Resize. Somebody call Poetry Central. I'm doing groundbreaking work, here. Maybe even the Lord's work. (That is, if the Lord plans on spending an eternity rubbing her/his/it's lordship's hands gleefully over the fiery inferno.)
**Please say I do. I'm trying so very hard to convey that. Even though I really am secretly ridiculously pleased. But don't spread it around. Keep the knowledge stashed in a nice hidey-hole, like under your toupe.
Yay! You deserve. You do, you do!
Posted by: Andrea | March 07, 2007 at 01:24 PM
This really is the hot-potato award. Pass it on as quickly as possible, so you don't burn your fingers.
Posted by: bubandpie | March 07, 2007 at 01:44 PM
Seriously, thanks. This is the first award I've ever gotten. But, dude, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT!
(I'm going to use that as my Oscar speech, too, btw, so viewers like you won't have time to scan my children's faces for traces of neglect).
Posted by: borneochica | March 07, 2007 at 02:18 PM
Congratulations! You absolutely deserve it.
Posted by: sweatpantsmom | March 07, 2007 at 04:16 PM
Well-deserved, absolutely. :-)
Posted by: Nancy | March 07, 2007 at 06:00 PM
congrats, and wonderful suggestions
Posted by: flutter | March 07, 2007 at 07:09 PM
um, duh. so well deserved. i'd have picked you myself if i hadn't already established myself as the resident stalker.
Posted by: jen | March 07, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Take it like the hot-ass thinking mama blogger that you are. I'm so very glad that you were recognized, D.
And, I know it's by design... but you're killin' me with the .001 size font. I want to read it. BUT. SOO. CAN'T. See, I'm quite sure you didn't say, "... Britney's butt is tatooed. And the knowledge is stashed in a keyhole..." God, I hate being blind.
Posted by: Catherine | March 07, 2007 at 10:00 PM
Oh YES! You absolutely deserve this one!
Congratulations! You are the smartest navel-gazer I know, and with the sexiest navel. And the sexiest noodle.
Well done you!
Posted by: jozet | March 07, 2007 at 10:08 PM
You must have made a mistake. But I'm still blushing. Thanks.
Posted by: toyfoto | March 08, 2007 at 10:07 AM
But I know Binky didn't make a mistake about you. You are one of my favorite thinking women on the Internets.
Posted by: toyfoto | March 08, 2007 at 10:11 AM
Gingajoy sent me here, and now I don't want to leave. It feels so familiar. Can I stay?
Posted by: slouching mom | March 08, 2007 at 10:56 AM
Yay! You deserve this!
Boo! I don't! :P
Posted by: jaelithe | March 08, 2007 at 11:41 AM
Uh, uh, I meant, thank you kindly, oh gracious one, and I'd like to thank my mother, the blogging academy, and caffeine.
Posted by: jaelithe | March 08, 2007 at 11:43 AM
The truth is sometimes difficult to recognize and you, my friend, are someone who makes us think. Hide your award in the toilet tank if you must, but you deserve it anyway.
Posted by: wordgirl | March 08, 2007 at 12:06 PM
yay!!!! bask in the looooove!!!! yay!!!!!
Posted by: joy | March 08, 2007 at 12:47 PM
you do think! you do! and i loves me the shiny bright brain waves that you shoot out into cyberspace!
(was that a creepy thing to say?)
Posted by: Her Bad Mother | March 08, 2007 at 06:58 PM
Oh my god. A huge congratulations!
And...Thank you so much!
I am such a bloody late-to-the-party beeyotch!
You've just made my day. My week. Maybe even my month. Because right this moment, I feel about as capable of thinking as the plastic skull that is grinning at me from the computer table.
I take that back. The purple nerf-brain inside has undoubtedly more going on in it at the moment.
Big hug, grrl.
Posted by: Paula | March 09, 2007 at 02:01 PM