This past summer, I did a post called The “There Should Be An Award for That” Awards. Having spent the greater part of the day trolling unsuccessfully for something else to write about, I bring you a Winter Edition of the Awards:
1. The “Most Freshly Pressed” Award. Winner: My friend, Todd Pack at Todd Pack’s Messy Desk. On Tuesday, Todd was Freshly Pressed for the 4th time in the mere 8 months he’s been blogging! He’s an excellent writer, great dad, and an all-around nice guy. Check out his blog!
2. The “Giggling at Inappropriate Moments” Award. Winner: Hope. During my dad’s Christmas concert on Tuesday night, the audience was invited to sing along to three Christmas carols. Hope found the word “ass” in the lyrics of What Child is This? highly amusing.
3. The “Last Minute” Award. Winner: Anna. We leave at 7 a.m. for town every morning. This morning, she decided at 6:56 a.m. that it would be a good time to look for her bodysuit for cheerleading (they have two basketball games this evening). We didn’t find it…we did, however, find her French language dictionary that’s been AWOL since school started in September. Her friend, Celia, will be very happy not to have to share hers any more!
4. The “Worst Stocking Stuffer Ever” Award. Winner: Vicks VapoRub. Today, my new blogging acquaintance, Vickie at Jumping in Mud Puddles, talked about things she got in her stocking as a child. Sure…we all got socks, but how many kids were lucky enough to be the recipients of Vicks and tweezers? Vickie was also recently Freshly Pressed.
5. The “Angry Street Musician” Award. Winner: The kid I saw sitting on the sidewalk in front of the City Market today playing a xylophone as if he were doing a drum solo. Newsflash: You are not Phil Collins, and xylophones should not be struck hard enough to bend the keys. Producing harsh tones is not conducive to filling up your hat with change (unless people pay you to STOP).
6. The “Clever Pun” Award. Winner: A customer at my favourite Chinese food place. Once a week, I buy my lunch…it’s my treat to myself. I usually go to House of Chan in Brunswick Square and get one of their combo plates. When I arrived there today, the Lo Mein noodle warmer was empty…there were three more people in front of me who were also waiting for noodles! I got a kick out of the guy who went around the lineup, ordered fried rice with his chicken balls and dry garlic meatballs, and then proceeded to call his noodle-loving buddy in front of me a “Ricist.” Eventually, fresh noodles were ready…I enjoyed them with my cashew guy ding and sweet and sour chicken.