My morning began like so many these days – with the sound of a howling cat. One who is increasingly convinced that he might starve to death, if not fed by 5:30 a.m. I stumbled out of bed, spewing an impressive collection of words that would make George Carlin proud, as I went. It is at this point in my day that I question the decision to rescue this 20lb flea bag from the animal shelter, commiserate with his previous owners for putting up with such an obnoxious beast, for as long as they did, and threaten to toss his ass out the back door to fend for himself against the coyotes who live just beyond the railroad tracks.
(I may get up before the roosters and the sun, but I am far from what one would consider a jolly morning person).
My coffee was already made, courtesy of a husband who I want to believe pre-sets the coffee pot out of undying devotion to my eternal happiness; but alas, that would be a falsehood of epic proportions. I make crappy coffee. Or so he says. In an effort to ensure that he is not subjected to my alleged swill, he makes it every night before bed and sets the timer. I should be insulted by this – I am not.
With a steaming cup of my husband’s coffee in hand, I began my morning ritual of sifting through emails, blogs, and Facebook nonsense. I shuffled through the list of new and freshly pressed WordPress entries, then hopped over to the blogs I follow regularly, and began to read. There was a lot to read this morning. Seems everyone is back at it, after the holiday craziness.
About twenty minutes later, I find myself reading The Food and Wine Hedonist’s latest offering. It seems he was nominated for some sort of award. Good for him. I like him. He’s funny and his apt descriptions of the Top Chef contestants have been known to cause me to produce a laugh induced snot bubble or two. As I neared the bottom of the page, I see that part of the rules in accepting such a nomination is to pay it forward. I shuffle through his list of worthy recipients, click on a few, then – what is this? Peggy Isaacs? Wait…that’s me.
Someone likes me…they really, really, like me!
Okay, well maybe that is pushing the intent of this honor to the brink of exaggeration; however, I must say that every writer, blogger, or whatever one might call themselves, finds the acknowledgement of a peer rewarding. I certainly do. It’s the narcissist in me, I can’t help myself.
Well, anyway, on to the business at hand:
The Liebster Blog Award. It’s given to up-and-coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kindly, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.
- Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog.
- Link back to the blogger who awarded you.
- Copy & paste the blog award on your blog.
- Reveal your 5 blog picks.
- Let them know you chose them by posting on their blog.
So, much thanks to The Food and Wine Hedonist for this; I am humbled.
Now on to the matter of paying this forward. I will say this is probably the hardest thing to do, not because I don’t follow some very worthy bloggers – I do. It’s just the most of them have more followers than the allotted 200, or don’t have the total number of followers listed. I think I don’t care about this little rule (look at me, bucking the system). I am going to nominate who I choose based on how I feel about their content.
I hereby nominate the following blogs for The Liebster Blog Award:
It’s Just One Workout: Her outlook on food and exercise reminds me that I’m not alone in my struggle to maintain a certain level of health and fitness. She also reminds me that it’s okay to laugh at myself when I do fall of the wagon – as long as I get my ass back up, and moving.
Kim the FanGirl: She hasn’t written anything in a month or so, and that makes me sad. She has a wonderful way with words. Her review of Florence + the Machine’s latest album, Ceremonials, left me breathless.
The Illiterate Scribe: He gives some interesting writing advice. A must read if you are a struggling writer, such as myself.
Novel Girl: She gives some great writing advice, as well. Another must read for those writers who need a little encouragement. Like me.
Hope you enjoy.
Now, does anybody want a cat? He’s about 12 years old. Really fat. Seriously obnoxious…