Thanks so much, everyone, if you voted for me for “Funniest Blog” in the Catholic New Media Awards — I won! I’ve been putting off announcing it because I felt a sudden, overbearing pressure to be, well, the funniest blog. But when I sat down at the keyboard and was like, “Come on, brain! Joke!” my brain was all, “Oh, um, ahhh! Wocka WOCKA!” My husband laughed, but I wasn’t sure I could put it across.
Anyway, lots of excellent choices were made:
The National Catholic Register won Best Overall Catholic Website and Best Group Blog!
Hallie Lord won Most Entertaining Blog for Betty Beguiles!
Jen Fulwiler won Everything for Most Everything Everything in the world — and I voted for her, darn it, because she’s that good!(Specifically, Conversion Diary won Best Blog By a Woman, Best Written Blog, Most Spiritual Blog, People’s Choice, Tallest Catholic Blogger, Fastest Catholic Typist, Nicest Catholic Teeth, and Most Insidious Subliminal Messages On a Catholic Blog, If You Read It Backwards While Stoned.)
The Anchoress,The Crescat, Creative Minority Report, Bad Catholic, That Strangest of Wars, and The Ironic Catholic are also favorites of mine which won awards from New Catholic Media. Do check them out — that is, after all, the purpose of these awards: to encourage people to read good stuff they may have missed.*
I spent all morning pushing to get a super secret project done (more details soon!), and then I went to the post-hurricane beach with the kids for several hours, in an effort to forget that people are still mad — mad! — at me for saying that Thomas Kinkade should be taken out and slowly beheaded with blunt sporks because of all the baby ducklings I hear he’s been torturing, or whatever it was I apparently said. Then I made supper.
Anyway, what I’m trying to tell you is that I left someone off, or messed up all the links again, I’m just tired. And if you sent me congratulations and I forgot to respond, I’m sorry — I’m just tired. I know, we’re all tired. We’re all Tiredest Catholic Bloggers. We win!
*That’s to answer the implied question of my 12-year-old daughter, who just said, “Oh, you won? And you won . . . a picture of a trophy? Okay.”