Or bathroom solitary, whichever you’d like to call it. I felt like death warmed over a couple times
this week, because can you believe that flu lasted the entire week? Ugh. E_award

OK, so back to work! Shortly
before my unfortunate flu affliction (ha ha… alliteration) I was very graciously
awarded an Excellent Blog Award by Lisa
at Refuse to Blog
Thank you my dear!  Isn’t it pretty?  The rules are to 1) acknowledge the person
who gave you the award through some link love and 2) to pass on Excellent Blog
Awards to at least ten bloggers. Without further ado, the excellent bloggers…

All Rileyed Up

All the World’s A


CroutonBoy –
Cheeky’s Hideaway

From Evyl with
– an old favorite with a new blog

Life, the Universe and

Bald Doctors

the Goat
– And apologies, Jay, I
never did finish that love poem for you. Stuff with the kiddo got in the way.

No Place Like

Roth Family Adventures

Rude Cactus

It was difficult to choose only ten (because, hello? see
blogroll of excellent bloggers on the right), so I went over just a little but
compounding the problem is some of my favorite bloggers have moved on
completely or have been on hiatus. Phoenix, MIM, Freedom Monkey House, TisDone
(wherever you are now) you are missed. Hope to read you soon.

(Honorable mentions – Mom
, Motherhood
, Girl’s Gone
, Cynical Dad, MetroDad – all these folks get beaucoup
accolades and awards already but they make me laugh and are still some favorites. (Even though I’ve been an extra-crappy
visitor lately.))

I love you all! OK,
and now back to the work that pays me. Bleh. At least this got my fingers all nice and
warmed up.

                – the weirdgirl

P.S. Do you want to hear something horrible?  While I’ve been typing I’ve been watching Idol Gives Back on DVR, which I’ve been watching in bits and pieces all week. Anyway, I’m pretty much watching the performances and using it as background noise and avoiding ALL segments about the undeveloped countries.  I totally support the cause, and I do give to charity, but sometimes I’m just not emotionally able to watch starving children.  However, starring in stunned surprise at Teri Hatcher’s singing and muttering insults under my breath at the celebrities’ stupid jokes is OK.  I’m so lame.

P.P.S.  Annie Lennox rocks.