He thinks I’m nice. Don’t tell him any different!

Somerset Bob tagged me with The Nice Award.

Innit shiny?

I don’t usually think of myself as “nice”. Too many conversations with the teen ending in “EVILMOMMA!” or “your mean!” (standard reply: mean AND evil. You can’t forget the evil part.) and entirely too many days where I feel like all I do is yell at the kids or am ENTIRELY too grumpy.

However: I am not one to try to talk someone out of speaking kindly of me. I’ll just smile, say “Thank you!!!!!” and pass out a few more:

Cara Michele at Chosen Fast. A relatively recent addition to my real-life as well as blogging life, CM is an activist for the homeless in Greensboro and an all-around lovely person.

Esbee at Life in Forsyth. I love reading her local event posts as well as her occasional sprinkles of family life. I’ve found more than a few kid-friendly events through her blog, though agorophobia still keeps me from taking the kids out more than I’d like.

J. Lee at Single Mom in the City. She’s not posting as much as she was because of that whole thing called “life” that we all do, but I still enjoy her stories about dating and family-management.

The ever-tasty Biscuit at One Biscuit Hound. Ms. Biscuit and I “met” on a parenting board or two, and I learned a lot from her posts about dealing with autistic behaviors. I followed her over to blogspot when I stopped doing the message board thing QUITE so much, and have been a devoted reader ever since.

Babble much? Out of all the people I’ve mentioned here, I’ve known Holly the longest. We met on an online game while I was still pregnant with Daniel. No, that’s not precisely right – we had met before, but didn’t become “friends” until my belly started getting big. And then I yanked her out of the “friends in the box” category when her happy lil family moved to NC. And I STILL want her to COME BACK, HOLLY COME BACK!!!!!!

Go forth, my lovely tagged ones, and multiply. I’ve got to do a quick pickup of the livingroom before I dash to campus for the traditional first-day “hurry up and wait”.