It was a normal morning yesterday–I was just drinking Diet Coke at the computer while the kids finished getting ready for school. And then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a frantic e-mail from Chilihead telling me I was a finalist in the parenting category of this.
The Weblog Awards.
The Big Boys of blog awards. The Grand Cahuna. The Whole Enchilada. The Mac Daddy. (Insert more impressive cliches here; I’m too tired to think of any more).
I very quickly did a Google search to see if there was, in fact, another Rocks In My Dryer parenting blog, because NO WAY could that be me. And yet, it was.
Wonders never cease.
I’m just a big old speechless ball of nerves over this, and very grateful to whoever (or whomever? Drat, that gets me every time…) nominated me. And at the risk of sounding like an utter cheese-ball, it really is a completely humbling honor just to be nominated. The other parenting nominees are some of the Big Namers. I feel like the junior high kid who showed up at a senior high party. I think I’ll scoot my chair over to the corner, thankyouverymuch.
Voting will begin sometime later today, and OH YES I will be telling you how you can vote. So stay tuned.
And thank you. I feel like I have the best gig in town. So much of this blog’s success comes from what you bring to it–your brilliant WFMW ideas, your hilarious comments, your clever feedback. The rest comes from those four little comedians living under my roof–all I have to do is just show up.
Y’all are the best.