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07/04/2007 = 07:22 AM

Look what I got.

Thanks, Monty. I heart you to pieces. To. Pieces.

If I understand the etiquette of the Rockin' Girl Bloggering, I am supposed to pass this award on to no more than five rockin' girl bloggers.

I have so much suck-feeling for that rule, mere words cannot convey it.

I don't want to leave anyone out. And I read a lot of girl bloggers.

We won't get into the sexist angle. Guys who blog already know they rock, and if they don't ... they still pretty much know they rock.

(I kid, boys. I do. It's what we like best about you: your senses of humor.)

With a heavy sigh, I'm going to set a specific standard here: Rockin' Girl Bloggers that I choose will be the first five bloggers that popped into my head. All the rest of you are getting something separate, so don't fret just yet.

I hereby award the Rockin' Girl Blogger Award to the following five Rockin' Girl Bloggers:

Weasel Writes: I've been reading this lady since she had six ferrets and lived on Diaryland. She's the one whose writing I am most envious of. She grabs me, effortlessly, and fills me with her emotions. I identify with her writing because we share reasons for going through the process: we write because we can't help ourselves, and we want to do it well, so we practice a lot.

Dixie: Probably already has this award. I don't care. Here. Have another. They're small. Dixie, unlike me, is really skillful at conveying a lot of ideas into two or three words. Dixie is funny, shares my retro pop culture memories, and is rapidly turning into a mommyblog over her new puppy, a Pembroke Welsh corgi named Milo who is the smartest puppy ever.

Quin: Has been there and done that, and don't even get her started on the t-shirt; it's all worn out to shit. Currently living in New York City, where it's hot and her terrier gets very dirty and she still manages to sit quietly with her laptop (even when the battery is FUBAR'd) and crank out words to make you laugh or cry, to jog your memory and to show you something for which you immediately create a folder in your brain called "Everything" and a subfolder inside called "Now I've Heard".

HeidiAnn: Her writing fights a constant battle with itself — one day she opens her heart till my own breaks in sympathy and empathy; the next day she bears witness to something bizarre on the street and relays it back in words so outrageously perfect that I have to rush to the bathroom or risk dancing in laughter-induced puddles, and the next she conveys a single thought, such as, "I hope there will be cake," that again, makes me think, "Hey, yeah. Me, too." Throughout it all — the health problems, the heartache, the if-it's-not-one-thing-it's-another — Heidi manages to be one of the best writers I've ever had the pleasure of reading.

Piehole: I can't describe her, okay? Let me put it to you this way: even when she updates five million times a day, I don't think she updates frequently enough, and as much as I get aggravated when I see overuse of exclamation points and capital letters is as much as I totally excempt Piehole from said aggravation. Just go. I'll wait here.

And of course, as soon as I finished my five, my mind started throwing other names at me and telling me to go back and revise. I promised myself I would stick with the first five, and so I shall.

Damn these rules.

For those of you who weren't the first five to come to my mind, you get this:

But you have to exchange it for the pink button as soon as you get the Rockin' Girl Blogger award from someone else. You will get one, by the way. You're too rockin' to be without one for long.

Tags: Rockin' Girl Blogger

drinking: iced coffee
listening to: Sean-Na-Na, The Princess and the Pony
am i a rockin' girl blogger? i am if monty says so. anyway, amie said so too, so if you want to tell them they're wrong, you go ahead. i'll hide in this foxhole till you're done. they're both moms.