Perhaps it's a factor of the delightful chaos of the Christmas season, or my rapidly diminishing ability to keep ANYTHING in order - my desk, my dogs, my muddled brain. Perhaps the stars realigned during last night's meteor showers which I really, really wanted to see but did not because it was just too cold. For whatever the reason, I am more than befuddled today - I'm stunned, flabbergasted and having an awful time wiping a really goofy grin off my face.
My initial response was to laugh and pull a General Sherman or Groucho Marx. I mean, really? I have a pretty healthy (inflated) sense of my own worth, but I know how many great bloggers there are on the other side of this keyboard and monitor. I can spend entire mornings reading them. No way am I in their class. Then I looked at the list of nominated blogs. The blogs I spend mornings reading - they're there. The blogs I quote to my husband and children - they're there. The blogs I want to write when I grow up - there. The blogs I send links to my non-genie friends with the note "I never do this but you HAVE to read this" - there.
Forget Groucho - I'm hugely honored to be on the same page with these blogs and thank those that nominated me. And sorry Sherman, but having been nominated, I will serve with pleasure if elected.
Geneabloggers has posted a list of all the nominees with links (thank you, Thomas). Check them out, then vote, if you wish, here. It's a great group - all keepers.