After two nights in a fancy-pants hotel in Galveston, I can assure y’all that I’m addicted to blogging. I woke up each morning at 5:00 a.m., although no cats were insistently touching their noses to mine and tickling me with their whiskers so I’d get up and feed them. My first coherent thought each morning —after “Must find coffee”— was , “Must check e-mail!”

However, there is a tiny glimmer of hope that perhaps I can be cured. This particular high-tone hotel wanted EIGHTEEN DOLLARS A DAY for me to connect with my computer! Now, people, I’m so tight that I squeak when I walk, so I did not kowtow to their demands. For two whole days, I did not see a computer screen.

So you know I was “jonesing” by the time I got home. I rushed right past my husband as soon as the car stopped. I was screaming, “I got dibbies on the computer!” This silly thing couldn’t boot up fast enough for me. I was hopping and dancing and cussing a blue streak while I waited for it to go through it’s waking up ritual.

As soon as I opened my e-mail, I sat here slack-jawed and flabbergasted for two hours. It takes a lot to make a storyteller go speechless. While I was gone both Stephanie, at Stephanie’s Confessions of a Book-a-holic and CeeCi at Geeky Streak tagged me for the Thinking Blogger Award. Both of them are what I would call “thinking bloggers!” I’m not sure I belong on this list!

I will admit that my first instinct is to get all silly and pull a countrified “Aw, shucks.” Then to tell you that my head swelled up so fat that I can’t get out through the door of my office. You just can’t give a Texas gal another thing to brag about.

But, that’s not really how I feel. I’m honored. I’m humbled. Thank you both, for thinking that I should be tagged for this. And, now I’m quivering with fear that I won’t be able to live up to it.

My posts aren’t from any deep water into which you look to see a reflection of your soul. My posts are more like that trickle of water down the side of the curb after a rain on a hot summer day. You can splash your feet and cool your toes and then its gone. My posts are just a lot of sass, hoping that I can make someone giggle or draw them into a story. I’d think deep thoughts if I could. But, I feel like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz: “Oh, I would tell you why the ocean’s near the shore. I could think of things I never thunk before and then I’d sit and think some more….if I only had a brain.”

Tomorrow, I’ll list ten posts of people who really DO have thoughts they have thunk. And, they’ve written them down for the World Wide Web. And, then I’ll start working on new posts and trying not to tremble.