Sparky presented me with this blog award. I am very grateful.
Bskrshkerkshk "We interupt this message for LeeAnn to acknowledge that: 'Okay I am a blind woman, Kathy at Spot on Cedar Pond actually gave this award to me back on February twenty-fifth, but I misread it as a meme tag. It does come with a list of questions and so I will keep it as it is for now. My sincere appologies Kathy, for not reading it correctly until tonight when I went back to get the questions I was going to answer tomorrow afternoon.' And now we return to our regular broadcast."
However, I just want to lie down and weep.
Number one, awards, for me, are hard to live up to. Sooner or later I end up in a heap of sobbing weeping jelly flesh, pounding my head on the floor. Okay it isn’t that bad… ya, actually it is.
By giving me this award Sparky is saying that I transmit something other than the flu virus (well it could have been food poisoning, I can transmit that too). Whether I can do all these other things she says, I'm not so sure;
Cultural values? I complain about and criticize modern culture, I am rather counter culture.
Ethical values? I am considering cheating in this very post. Yep, I transmit ethical values alright.
Literary values? Mom stop rolling over, the headstone is jiggling.
Personal values? Okay, that I am good at, I am very good at getting personal. Uh, this is similar to what Sparky says, so really it is a “how opinionated and personal can you get” a ward.
On that note I will humbly accept Sparky's generous acknowledgement after all it isn’t really what I think, it is what you think, Dear Reader. I write because I write, you award because you have come upon something you appreciate.
It is funny, the conundrum that blogging is. I do not really write for what I think my audience wants, I write what I need to write. Often a question or inquiry from you Dear Reader prompts me to write about something in particular but it still must be what I desire to write about. Or it would sound more like a third grade book report than it already does. I am not a professional writer, I do not know how to fake it.
When I write I take the chance that no one is going to appreciate, or even understand what the heck I just pecked out on the keyboard. Perhaps I would write differently, with an audience in mind. We won’t ever know because I will never be writing for money or even for a broad readership. But I definitely appreciate being appreciated, thank you.
Number two reason for lying down and weeping:
I cannot give out awards. But I will try anyway. If you do not already read these blogs please, by all means, give them a try. I have no idea if these bloggers accept awards or not, I am not even going to look. And yes, the "chain" could be broken right here and now, all three sets (see how cleverly I cheat Sparky) could, and are welcome to as far as I am concerned, to say "hey thanks, but I don't do these things," that is fine by me, my appreciation and suggestion to take a gander their way still stands. Please for crying out loud don't feel the pressure from me, I cannot accept the burden this week, if it had been next week perhaps I could have felt up to harrassing you with a threat of some sort.
The Valley Sisters, Karen at Lily_Valley and Mildred at Nalley_Valley. Beautiful inspiring informative gentle posts. Nary a feather ruffled.
Cliff_Marrow's_Blog and Ralph at Homespun_Headlines Jokes and stories and nary a feather left unruffled (or at least laughed at. Have tissues and inhaler ready).
Lisa and Autumn two dedicated talented young wives and moms of four so many a feather smoothed. (A. Joy at Home, you are still going to receive this from me even though like myself, you have it from your momma back on the twenty-fifth of February)
Okay Kathy's tag is next up. The weather is calling for snow, rain and hail tomorrow. I'm not saying I won't do some outside work, (task master Cliff) I'm just saying I may need to come in and thaw out, so I will purpose to write.