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Note To The Masses:
I realize that I am a peon in the scheme of humanity. I also realize that my wit quotient is about a paragraph long - maybe two on good days. I further realize that I live in small town America and some might find my life, well, mundane. That's why placing in the TOP 10 for BEST DIARIST in the 2006 Weblog Awards is a big deal to me.

So here it is. If you are so inclined, you can vote for me once a day until December 15. If you're curious, it will even tell you how badly I'm being outvoted. If you don't see this topic ever mentioned again, it will be safe to assume that I didn't win. Seriously, considering that I started this blog a year ago just for fun and subsequently got hooked, it's pretty amazing that I'm even included in the line up. And life goes on.
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Anonymous said…
Jen- I am not surprised and I am so proud of you. I wish I could have your wit quotient for at least a sentence or two. You entertain, teach and often show that our everydays happenings are worth taking note of. If you don't win, it was fun while it lasted and if you do win, There will be no surpise. Win or lose, you deserve to win!!!
12/08/2006 1:13 AM
Barb said…
Congratulations, JenLo. Doesn't it feel good to know that after only a year, you're up for an award like this. Well deserved!
12/08/2006 1:38 AM
Anonymous said…
I voted for ya!
I think it would be an honour to just be nominated .. wow .. those are some tough blogs you're up against, so that must say something. Good luck! :)
12/08/2006 9:19 AM
Anonymous said…
Congratulations! I feel much the same as you do about this; it's a bit overwhelming to even be nominated. And honestly? If I don't get a single vote, I'll still feel thrilled that my little space was selected to keep such fine company.

Good luck to you!
12/08/2006 9:51 AM
Anonymous said…
Some of the blogs that high vote getters don't even hold a candle to yours. Some even have questionable content. If that's the only way you can win, then so be it. We know our Jen!
12/09/2006 7:36 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi-
I found your blog while looking at the voting page for the best diarist.

I am adding you to my favorites and just wanted you to know I think your blog is refreshing.

Here's hoping you win!

Tara in Haiti
12/09/2006 8:35 AM
Anonymous said…
I'm voting for you like mad each day! In my heart I know you are the winner here!
12/09/2006 8:38 PM
Anonymous said…
You have a wonderful gift and I always look forward to reading your blog! When are you going to write a book?
12/12/2006 2:17 AM
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