Snickerdoodles: Awards Edition

This edition of the esteemed Wednesday Whining Awards is brought to you by the letter S, for snow, super-something, sickness, slickers, snowplows, snickers, silliness, and sanity.

First, many hugs and condolences to Sue, who lost her sweet kitteh Ouzo this week. He was a good cat, funny and strong, much beloved. We adore the stories about his special string, and Italian soccer. xoxoxo

Cheers, hugs, and congratulations for Days, whose hubby is going to Small European Country to get the paperwork done for real, and bring home the newest member of their family! OMG, several weeks seems like a long time; we are crossing appendages that it works out sooner rather than later. xoxox

Hearty welcomes to Tara, who is still in pain after an event that hurt her ribs, and to Island Rider, who de-lurked to send love to Sue.

Pixie Cheers to New Orleans and the Saints! Even the non-sporty among us celebrate this victory. As Tara said, "I want the Saints to win, just cuz NO needs something to celebrate. Now, THERE is a place when whining is probably rampant (and should be)."

Esperanza wins the Remembering What It's All About Award for her Mini-Baboo's super-suction nursing skillz, leading to bad ouchies. We applaud Mini-Baboo's enthusiasm, but many nipples across Pixieland are cringing in sympathy, and we hope for a soothing solution.

SnOMG Awards to the following, among others: Emily, who whined and anti-whined about activities cancelled; Elizabeth, who had no possibility of getting out of the neighborhood, and later anti-whined about still having power, getting a ride from a neighbor, being able to work from home; Liz, who complained with good reason that everything (feds, school, day care) was closed except her office; Elizabeth again, for "the third snowman of the snowpocalypse" and piles along the driveway over her husband's head; Liz for having a boss who is such a nincompoop that he went to work despite the snowed-in-ness of it all; and Amy, who reports on neighbors plowing their driveways when no snowplow will be by for the street, and one priceless neighbor who drove to the bus stop on their own block. [As Madeleine says, "Epic fail."] I'm sure there is more, and Pixie wishes with all who are digging out.

Old Skool Award to JenR, whose not-really-a-whine was: "toddlers are weird. Mine insisted on sleeping with a bath towel last night. When we told him his was wet, he sobbed. Good thing we had another that looks exactly the same."

Elevated Risk of Mullet Award to Emily, for explaining the woes of shoveling, and then: "I'm considering hibernation. Snow doesn't matter and no laundry either;-)." Elizabeth is the runner-up with "Whine/antiwhine combined: Phantom introduced me to an online game called Echo Bazaar and I am totally addicted -- keep waiting impatiently for my actions to refresh..."

Illnesses We Would Prefer Didn't Exist Award to Amy, who reports that Hand-Foot-Mouth Disease plus strep are the culprits. Gah! Glad you are on the mend!

Good Neighbor Award to Elizabeth, who hosted powerless neighbors during one of the bad times.

Good Pixie Citzen Award to Madeleine, for alerting us to Sue's sad news, and just generally being such a friend to all.

Party With the Smarty Award to KLee, who aced her midterm, wooot! KLee also wins an Our Hero Award for spending the next few weeks keeping the GS cookie supply ship sailing.

Oy, The Applications Award to our soon-to-be-vet, Jenevieve! Sue sums it up: "Of all the days that I am aware of how very compassionate a vet needs to be in order to be a GOOD vet - that guy sounds like a definite thumbs down. You, on the other hand, are a natural thumbs up - here's hoping you find a job very very soon."

Madeleine wins the Typo Award, for accidentally sending a colleague to a pr0n site by omitting the Y in a teensyURL. Whoops! Glad the person has a sense of humor!

Amy wins the Up and Down Award, for a roller-coaster week including such prize-worthy items as "Will hubby be fired?" and "Wow, I got flowers! but they are rather on the deceased side..." Oy, oy, oy.

Bad Work Week, Too Award to Sue, who is doing a funeral tomorrow. AND has zombies. Sheesh. But at least her beloved son is coming to visit, yay!

Good Solution Award to Days, who just said to heck with it, and took her over-wrought daughter out for chocolate cake and espresso for breakfast!

Go Ahead and Whine Awards to Island Rider, Miranda, Neighbor Lady, JenR for being to tired to whine, and anyone else holding back.

The Cluestick Posse is out for Sue's "church zombies - they can eat all the brainz I have left and I could frankly care less. Jerks." Also for the vet that Jeni is externing with this week; yeah, right, you aren't supposed to teach students working for you anything. Just a gentle cluesticking to helpful relatives who will not give Esperanza some space.

Whew! What a week, what a week! Congratulations to all the hardy survivors, and see you next week, when things will surely have calmed down.