Tuesday, May 01, 2007

A Nickel For Your Thoughts

Hey! Guess what? Betty thinks I'm a thinker! THINKER. I know someone's out there mouthing, "Ya got that right! You truly are a stinker!" Stop being so mean. I am about to bestow the honor of Thinking Blogger upon five of you. I hate to limit it to five. That just doesn't seem fair. I like all of my linkies equally. You all have your strengths. Ahhh...I have to limit it to five. And it has to be five that update on a fairly frequent basis, because when I'm jonesin' for a blog read, I cannot be denied. I'm only listing five. I will not be responsible for any more of that namby-pamby I'm-alright-you're-alright touchy-feely raising-self-esteem crap that is ruining our youth. I'm pickin' five. Like it or lump it. (And if you choose to lump it, please tell me what that entails, because I've never actually seen anybody lump it, and I might need the reference sometime in one of my long-winded rages against The Devil's Playground.





1) Redneck Diva. OK, I'm sure you're tired of my touting of the Diva every day. But she demands attention. She's a diva, y'know. She's rambler, she's an ambler, she's a midnight gambler. She has snakes in her window, and yellow-jackets in her furnace, and a ghost who messes with her alphabetized canned goods. Diva's latest venture is scholarly. She's a college student, by cracky! And she still takes care of her passel o' young'uns, squeezes in some RLKOOTHS with her mister, avoids being hacked up and barreled by 'Fitty', the 55-Gallon Barrel Killer, and hosts a writing contest. I don't know about you folks, but around here we say, "You can't beat that with a stick!"

2) Mean Teacher. Meanie and I go way back. I can't tell you any more, or I will be kicked out of the Blogger Protection Program. Let it suffice to say that much of Meanie's prolific early work has been basemented. Meanie is starting a new journey, and I am along for the ride. And it's really NOT a cat blog.

3) LanternLight. Lantern always makes me see a bigger picture than normally inhabits my small mind. He's downright polite, a true gentleman, and I think he is just IT. This guy would give you the blood out of his veins (and not in a creepy vampirish kind of way). For someone from across the pond, he knows quite a bit about the Hillbilly culture. He has a Mabel theory, but I think he needs to redefine the parameters.

4) Cazzie. She don't do mornings, this feisty little whippersnapper, but she's good for what ails me. In fact, I seek her out for online medical advice. If you've got a fat red pinky finger, she's your gal. She, too, is from that funny side of the world where the weather is all cattywompus. I learn many new expressions and even get geographically educated when I drop in on Cazzie. She gets around more than that Waldo guy, and leaves cheery comments throughout the blogosphere.

5. Brian. He's got much more than an audience of one. If education's your bag, you'll know exactly where he's coming from, and you'll get to see school operations through an administrator's eyes. Brian also gives us insights into the growing-up processes of his own kids, and writes a killer Weekend Roundup.


There you have them. The magic five. They may not be your cup of tea, but methinks everyone can find something enjoyable on their blogrolls. So get readin', you slackers.


Here are the rules, in case you want to give this award to your favorites.

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to five blogs that make you think.
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog).

4 comments:

Cazzie!!! said...

Wow, I am wrapped HBM,...Blushes..runs away :)

Hillbilly Mom said...

Cazzie,
Come back! I might need some more free medical advice.

Redneck. Diva. said...

I make you think? I'm honored really. I wasn't aware that even I thought!

But thank you...I really am honored.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Diva,
Yeah, you make me think. Late at night, when I hear something go bump on the porch...I think about 'Fitty'.