Running Around Like a Chicken With It's Head Cut Off

I recently received this award called the "Superior Scribbler." It's always nice to be noticed. :) Thanks Michelle!

Here's a list of the rules:

1. Post the award on your blog.
2. Link me for giving it to you.
3. Link the originating post here
4. Pass the award on to five more deserving people.
5. Post these rules for your recipients

Now the part about passing it on. Oh. . . I'm so not good at this part. I guess it's the middle-child in me that finds it hard to pass along these sorts of things. There are so many in the blog-world that are deserving and it's simply hard to choose. It seems to be my lot in life. "Decisive" is definitely not my middle name.

For the record, when I was a kid, I was always "It." Not that I didn't enjoy a good race or a fun game of tag; I just couldn't ever seem to catch anyone. Oh there was always the easy pickings of the deer-in-headlights-kid or the kid on crutches who was more slow and awkward than I was. But everyone seemed to tag them-- they were always the go-to kids, the slow pokes. And I often just didn't have the heart to tag them too. Besides, it was just easier to run around half-heartedly chasing the others, so as not to hurt anyone's feelings. So, in keeping with my middle-kid, people pleaser heritage, I've chosen to just give some links for you, dear Readers, and not the "tags."

I have laughed out loud over the past months at some of the posts offered at these sites. Have fun: Momo Fali, The Pioneer Woman, Barking Mad, A Bit Squirrelly, The Mental Pause

(P.S. Some of these may be rated PG.)

(P.P.S. Alias Liz Jones, I didn't get a chance to wish you well before your 3.00 ran out at Typepad. So sorry to see you float off into the blog-o-sphere. And please be sure to send my regards to your chicken. See ya around.)