I’d like to thank my grade seven class…

I’ve just learned I’ve been awarded my first blog award, the Fresh and Fabulous Award (originated at 6 o’clock stitch) by none other than the famous Mahoney Musings, who I forgive for calling me a crackerjack, even if she meant it in the best possible way. For the record, I also agree (with the requisite humility) with all the other complimentary things she said about me. Look! Here it is…



Do I have to make a speech?

Because I will. I just want to know if that’s what’s done. I can also cry a little bit if you’d like. Will there be a red carpet and paparazzi? Wait. That’s not my good side.

I feel a little bit like Marisa Tomei winning an Oscar for her best supporting actress for My Cousin Vinny. Really? I got an award for this?

Because the only crafty thing I’ve ever posted is the family recipe for Tomorrow Salad, and surely that isn’t going to be winning me any Organic Mommy awards, any time soon. Eat that Google! Ya, you just be sendin’ all the people searching for ‘Organic Mommy’ right here. Although, come to think of it, I have invented the BISS awards, and given you the highlights of my future, sure-to-be bestseller, parent guide — I Like Your Hair, Parenting on the Edge, and generally made you feel better about your own family life through my own moments of clarity, so it’s not I haven’t been contributing to the overall improvement of the internet parent’s mood. I just do it with words and not with hot glue guns. Which is just the kind of life philosophy I want to be remembered for.

Not that I’m not thankful for the award. I am. I LOVE getting awards. LOVE IT. I can probably list every single award I’ve received in my lifetime. Okay, so it’s not a huge list or anything, but they’re all MINE and I WON THEM, from my Perfect Attendance in grade 7, to that second place ribbon in the 100 m front crawl, I love them all both.

Do I hear an orchestra?

Fine. Be like that. I’ll wrap it up.

This is me winning the Fresh and Fabulous award.


And now, I have to award this to two other blogs. Hmmmm.

Since I’m winning this award somewhat on the dark side of craftiness I am going to award this to Post-it-Notes from Hades for her “traditional” North West Territories punch. I am also going to send out a little something to marginalia, who has just recently come out of a long hiatus from blogging, you know, as a little encouragement. He creates with photos and code. (Note: I will be checking back with both of you to ensure the proper display of said award in your sidebar. Your speeches may commence shortly, but I’m keeping the paparazzi for a while longer. And no, I don’t know what happened to your gift bags. That’s so weird you can’t find them.)

About Tentative Equinox North

Theatremaker, Homemaker, Thoughtmaker. Great hair, Probably looking forward to my next nap.
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6 Responses to I’d like to thank my grade seven class…

  1. whatatragiccomedy says:

    Ahaha. I think we should all get to make an acceptance speech at least once in our lives. And yours took the cake!

  2. whatatragiccomedy says:

    And apparently the gift bags, too! ;)

  3. @ whatatragiccomedy. Hee. Hee. Your last comment made me laugh.

    But seriously. I have no idea who took the gift bags. (Although I think someone should look under the carpets at IAM’s blog http://iamiam.ca/musing/ , if you know what I mean ;) ;) )

  4. whatatragiccomedy says:

    I checked it out. And discovered that my aphrodisiac…or rather the aphrodisiac I am is coffee. I’m hard to keep up with in bed apparently. 8O ….feeling too much information yet? ;)

  5. Persephone says:

    Uh, thanks. I think…
    This sounds a bit like the Honourable Mention I got for my infamous Lice Cake.
    What do I do now?

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