The Pixies have a lot to happy-dance about this week! First, CONGRATULATIONS to Jenevieve, who passed her boards and will soon be a genuine, certified veternarian!
Hugs and excitement for Days, who is just one document away from being able to bring her son home, after such a long wait for his international adoption!
Much love, too, for Esperanza and her Mini-Baboo, who have achieved 38 weeks! Fingers crossed all around Pixie-land for a smooth landing, and that the last few days feel better.
Old Skool Award to Emily, who brings the whine of things that need to be fixed under warranty, which requires service calls, parts, more service calls, and the need to be home the entire time that the service call might happen (as she mentions, "some time between Feb. and April").
Elevated Risk of Mullet Award to Sue, who gave us a good laugh with her Toothbrush of Doom: "I can't turn off my spinning toothbrush or remove the batteries. I have taken to whacking The Horrifying Spin Brush of Doom with a large screwdriver (not the drink, the tool - although the drink doesn't sound bad right now....). That isn't working this morning. So we're still with the buzzing, buzzing, always the buzzing." It turns out that many Pixies distrust the darned electric toothbrushes, and this is proof of their evil intentions. Who knew?
Keeping with the appliance-related theme, Neighbor Lady wins the It Is, Too, Making a Funny Noise Award for her car, which clanks all the time, except when the repair shop gives it a diagnostic spin. On the up side, NL's hubby awarded the consolation prize, a new battery so she and the kids won't be stranded on the side of the road, providing the clank does not turn into something worse.
Pithy Political Whine Award to Elizabeth, for "Impending Gridlock in the Senate." Many Pixies are shaking their heads in agreement.
Pithy Personal Whine Award to Esperanza, whose friend has an unbloggable and painful whine, summed up as "Mean People Suck." Amen. Hoping the sorrows resolve.
KLee wins the Bodily Fluids Award, as Aunt Flo visits with a vengeance. This, too, shall pass!
Friendly Gesture Misunderstood Award to Sarah, whose effort to support a new Mama was evidently taken as pushy. We blame the hormones and overwhelmedness, too.
Amy wins the Let's Be Developmentally Reasonable Award for thinking that if her 15 month old falls over in his boots, he's not ready for the boots yet, even if her parenting guru thinks she is enabling future oppositional behavior. Oy.
Scritches and good thoughts for Sue's Ouzo, as his kittieness struggles again with not feeling good.
Nimble Fingers Awards to: Madeleine's Snuggly Girl, who carefully placed a bandage kind of close to a finger cut; Liz, whose fingers don't look so good after a tense week (but those fingers are hard at work on a glorious Gryffindor scarf!); and Days, whose finger is swollen and painful, and who knows why? Passing the cute bandaids, ice, and kisses for the ouchies.
Housekeeping Fairies to Jenevieve, who complains that her flat is so filthy, she suspects that if it caught fire, the firefighters would just let it burn.
Safe and Happy Trip to Sarah, as she travels to the land of sogginess.
Best Turnaround After Cluesticking Award to Sue, who reports that the formerly obnoxious son of the deceased had a complete change of heart, and was so grateful for the service honoring his mother.
This week, the Cluestick Posse will pay informative visits to Small European Country about the insanely convoluted adoption procedures that have caused Days sadness and anxiety; and the entire Commonwealth of Massachusetts (except Neighbor Lady, who tried). Normally, the Posse does not address the misbehavior of entire countries or states, but desperate times, desperate measures. Maybe we should stop by Capitol Hill on the way back to headquarters, and deliver some messages there, too.
If you missed whining (JenR, I'm thinking of you), feel free to catch up in the comments. See you next week!
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ETA: Meeting From Heck Award to JenR, who had to put together something for a nice but clueless person, the message being: "This job? You have to actually do it to stay here."
11 comments:
Terrific awards!
Can we send cluesticks to the Supreme Court?
OMG, I was just about to add a whine about the USSupremes. Does anyone here think that giant corporations play too small a role in our political processes? Gah. Haven't had a chance to really read up, but just the headlines make me ill. I personally think these outfits have entirely too much "free speech" and influence already. Their interests are not the same as mine, or those of most individuals.
Ah yes ... I missed whining yesterday when I most needed it. My day was taken up by having to coordinate a warning message meeting to a team member who does not seem to understand that keeping his job requires actually doing his job. Too bad... he's a nice guy, he just doesn't get it. It was a stressful day all around.
AW... was greeted with a toddler flying-leap hug and a "oh HI Mama!" when I came home. That always makes things better.
Great job, kathy a.!
Thank you for my award--it will make it a bit easier when I have to wait at home, afraid to go to the bathroom lest I miss the knock at my door and have to reschedule!
Excellent anti-whine, JenR!
Awards are amended to include the worthy whine.
Great awards kathy a.!!!
The Horrifying Toothbrush of Doom is lying in state in the bathroom drawer. Thankfully, it is presently in the "off" mode. Only time will tell when and if it starts its reign of terror again....
I missed you all yesterday! I was very busy with mostly antiwhines, and a bit of whinyness.
The big news is that Snuggly Girl is getting her braces off on February 1st!
The other neato thing is that she was interviewed and photographed for the Camp directory of a local newspaper. So she might have her picture in the paper a week from Saturday! Grandmas will be so proud.
The Oh Noes is that she's sick again. She didn't have a fever until this afternoon, but now she does. So home again tomorrow.
Madeleine, yay about braces off and the grandma-happiness opportunity!
If only we had "beam me up, Scotty" transporter technology, so that persons stuck home with ill persons could answer the door for those awaiting service calls, assuming the service call people actually show up...
But if they do show up, we can bet on the transporter developing a clang and the ill person developing bark, in perfect synchonicity. And we will all know what to blame: Sue's Horrifying Toothbrush, probably powered by Vist@, which needs a proper sendoff, already.
Thanks, kathy a. I needed that giggle today. It is my last day at home with only me & the Sweet Baboo. She woke up from her nap and screamed for 45 minutes. Yeah. Fun, that. I'll blame it on Sue's toothbrush, too.
xoxoxo esperanza.
Aw, Esperanza, lame. Although, in the future, I will blame everything that goes wrong when Hosea is sick on Sue's toothbrush. Peeeerrrrfect.
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