These are just some of the crowds that form waiting to see what I’m going to do next. They can hardly contain their excitement. Can’t you feel it?

For someone who doesn’t get out much, I lead a pretty exciting life.

Can I take that back?  “Exciting” was an overstatement, even if I qualified it with “pretty,” which wasn’t in reference to me (although some people think I am), but was to indicate “sort of.”

When you compare my life to, say, the lives of Michelle Obama, Michelle Pfeiffer, or Michelle the telemarketer I just chatted with , my life is really pathetictedious…like watching dry paint harden.

Life is pretty boring around my home. I’ve exhausted the number of neighborhood girls willing to let me fancify their hair. They boys? Forget about it.

So I guess when a few major minor events in my little life coalesce, I feel like announcing them to the worldthe blogging world…the few but loyal people who still read my blog.

I Am an Official Member of The Dark Globe’s (DG) Writing Crew

I’m the fresh-faced one with the long hair, the long tie and without the protruding chest. Come to think of it, this isn’t a very good likeness of me at all.

Yes, they had room on their boatskull…scull, team or whatever.  I offered. They accepted me as an official Humor Contributor on their bomb diggity blog.  I’ll be posting something over there that you won’t see over here at least once a week.  I’ll figure out a way to remind you to check out my DG hooliganistics by putting up some fancy DG icon on my already jam-packed side bar.  But until then click on the link to see what I’ve just posted, “Educashun Ain’t What it Used to Bee.”

I Am the Recipient of Another Blog Award

Was this award made for me, or what?

My great pal, Elyse, over at Fifty Four and a Half  bestowed the prestigious Booker Award on me and some other bloggers who I can’t remember now.  As you know, for a writer, this is one huge honor.  It’s usually reserved for writers who have actually published books that have been read by others and have been generally admired by people who know what they are talking about.  But, Elyse is a lot like me.  We think outside the box.  Actually, Elyse both thinks and speaks outside the box–with passion, humor, insight…and with actual facts, too.  I just keep my box to myself, but I’m always thinking.

But, back to the award.  Since I haven’t published my award-winning memoir yet, I have to assume this Booker Award is for something else.  It is.  This award is for people who read.  Sometimes people who write also read. This award is to get bloggers to spill the beans on what books are their all-time favorites, not including the ones they are about to write or are working on.  So, thank you, Elyse, for assuming that I read and considering me for this award!  I shall post this award on my wall of Ooh-la-la Blog Awards with pride.

Now I have to reveal 5 of my favorite books and why I think they are so whizz-bang.  Oh, come on.  That’s just cruel. But such is the cost of accepting prestigious awards…

Ann Patchett is a reader’s and a writer’s writer.  No matter her subject, she manages to hypnotize me with her words.  I would never have read a book about a hostage situation in a South American country, but upon a recommendation of a friend I did.  I was hooked.  I lingered on each sentence–drank in how she put words together to form images.  She’s a magician with the written word.  I picked this book because it was the first one I read of hers.  I’ve read everything she’s written.

Laura Hillenbrand is another author I admire deeply.  She writes historical non-fiction.  She also has the same condition I have–Chronic Fatigue–so her books are fewer in number.  What I love about her writing is that she takes history and makes it come alive, as if I am reading a novel.  The first book I read by her was Sea Biscuit.  I love horses and learned so much about the sport of horse racing.  Laura makes history come alive in a way the fascinates me.  Her work is meticulously researched and masterfully written.

A Girl Named Zippy was the first memoir that I read that made me laugh until I cried. This book got me excited about the possibility of writing my own memoir.  I loved her quirky, hilarious voice and the simple way she told her story about growing up.  This book found me when I needed a laugh and when I needed inspiration.  Haven Kimmel is my hero.

When standard Buddhist books were too esoteric and confusing, Pema Chodron found me.  I don’t remember how.  This book and one other, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times, helped me to connect to the simple message of Buddhism when I needed it the most: when my health failed me and when my husband left me.  I don’t know how I would have gotten through such a difficult period in my life  if it weren’t for the down-to-earth way that Pema communicated the essential teachings of the Buddha regarding compassion, kindness, facing your fears, and letting go.

Finally, but by no means the end of my list of favorites, is this book.  Why? Because I used to read it to my dear Alex when he used to be small enough to cuddle in my lap.  He would hang on every word, as would I; he would relish every drawing, as would I.  Those were precious moments between a mother and son. “And she loved that boy…”  She still does, but he’s 6’2″ and doesn’t have time to read even small books with his mom.

My final obligation is to name 5 bloggers to receive this award (if they want to–no pressure).  If they accept, they should mention who gave them the award, post the award on their blog, name five of their all-time favorite books and why they listed them, and pass the award on (if they so choose).

Please don’t hate me because I’m beautifulbecause I can’t count…for being curious about what you love to read!

And the Booker Award goes to:

Al at The Cvillean

Suzanne at A Window to the Woods

Diana Douglas

Izzy at Inside the Mind of Isadora

Darla at She’s a Maineiac

Peg at Peg-o-Leg’s Ramblings

The Byronic Man

My Memoir is Being Edited by Someone Who Doesn’t Love Me

I found a professional editor and we are on our way to making my manuscript the best that it can be.  I may have to rent Scrappy out to anyone who wants to be seen with the “Cutest Dog Around” to pay for the editing process, but I know it will be worth it.

Who do you think should play me in the movie version of my book?  Marilyn is dead, so my choices are quite limited…

I mean, this could have been taken this morning…