Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I Got An Award!

I'm dreadfully tardy in acknowledging the Liebster Blog Award, which was conferred on me by  Writingfeemail's Blog in early December. Can I plead holiday madness and lack of time to research qualified recipients that I'm to pass it on to for the delay?

The Liebster Blog Award is given to up-and-coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. (We hope to correct that.)

The rules for accepting the Liebster are as follows:

- You must thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog complete with link to their site.
- Copy and paste the blog award on your blog. (Logo above)
- Reveal your five blog picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.

As far as I can ascertain, my awardees have fewer than 200 signed-up followers, although I suspect they have many more readers than those numbers. (Readers out there, we'd love it if you'd sign up as followers. It's not required to pledge your first-born to do so.) I hope my followers and readers (vast as they are) will take a look at each of the blogs I've listed.

I thank you sincerely, Renee. It's nice to be appreciated. But when I read that Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kindly, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome, I looked around the room for someone else you must be referring to. (I'll try to behave.)

I've been reading some of these blogs for awhile, but others are recent discoveries.

A Day Without Sushi  ". . . on Wednesdays, I talk TV with Tiffany White. The rest of the week I blog to entertain and educate people. Mostly myself. I blog because I love to write and it's cheaper than therapy . . ."   I "met" Amber via She Writes. Her description makes her sound so serious. Not accurate. Just follow some of her links and you'll see.

A French Frye in Paris  "An American living in Paris writing about being an American living in Paris"   I linked to Corey from comments on another blog.

du Jour    ". . . . . so why can't a 50-year-old woman pack up and move to France???"   Indeed!  Can a seventy-something do it, too?

HJ Underway   "An American family taking on an expat assignment in Paris, France. With a two year old. And unable to speak a word of French."   So far, they've languished nine+ weeks in hotels in the US, waiting for visas. Their Christmas presents and furniture have already emigrated.

Seattle Moxie   "I lived in Paris for three years with my Al and our two kids. Life was weird there. We moved back to Seattle but life is weird here, too. I'm starting to suspect it's us."   MJ wrote the wildly funny blog, "An American Mom in Paris." She didn't leave her funny there. Catch her unique look at life in Seattle.

See you soon.