Here it is, in all it's glory.
The F*bomb award.
Isn't it pretty?
Without further ado, I hearby present this award to
MM of course. He wrote a wonderful post called residual blackness about our adventures at the Christmas fair in the streets of downtown Podunk, where we heard the F*bomb sprinkled liberally about like holiday tinsel, from the mouths of multiple adolescents. He also always makes me giggle when I am on the phone with someone (like my grandmother) by IM'ing the word F*bomb! over and over and over and over. . .
Sybil is a natural for this award. For those of you (foolish) people who have not gone over to read her blog, you won't understand. Go forth and read. Syb says what she wants to say, however she wants to say it, with no holding back. As the phrase goes, she has a mouth like a Sailor (that's a compliment coming from me, Syb). If I ever meet her I am going to insist we both go get anchor tattoo's immediately.
Daddy Kaos is another person who deserves to get an F*bomb award. He can use it liberally on Bush, or whichever politician he chooses to call out in the weeks ahead. No one can write a post like DK. Beside's, I've gotten the pleasure of SEEING him in action, as well, and he's even better *live*
And what's the father without the daughter? Step right up Cami and claim your F* bomb. Now, Cami doesn't sprinkle profanity lightly about her blog, this is true. But give her any drink made from Vodka, and a computer, and Biotch! will come out quite frequently. It's enjoyable. So, here's to you Cami (glass ckinking)
And, Bubblewench. I wouldn't leave you out of the F*bomb festivities. You've been sick, and offline of late, and maybe an F*bomb will be just the right medicine for you.
Holly? you still here? Use this lovely award as you see fit. I recommend you use it on that W/W know it all who had the nerve to open her mouth about your child and his passy.
And last, but not in the very least, Jef. Jef is a wonder. Go here to another blog Jef authors, and enjoy the story of how, in a way, the F*bomb was created. It's only fitting and right that Jef gets an F*bomb to call his very own.
So, there you go. I am F*bombed out. And as I sit at my window, watching the snow fall (yes it is snowing here, again) I wonder
who will all of you pass the F*bomb to?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
It's bombtastic!
Posted by mielikki at 9:14 AM 3 comments
Labels: F*bomb award, fun and games, just plain silliness. . .
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
My favorite eating utensil
For Playtah
Hands down, the best eating utensil EVER has to be the Spork.
Its a well known fact that Eve used the Spork to remove the skin from the apple she fed to Adam.* Since they were evicted from the garden after the apple incident, and all the good things in the world had to now be balanced out with evil things, the melon baller was invented. But I digress.
After the Adam and Eve incident, the Spork went underground for a few years. Interestingly enough, it resurfaced again during the 100 years war between England and France. Chevalier LeCasserolè used one to stab the famous Knight Sir Hamalot in the rump in order to evade capture. What Sir Hamalot didn't realize was that the offending Spork sticking out of his posterior had been tipped with a poisonous glaze. He died four hours later, Spork still protruding, dangerously close to the cook fire...**
From there, use of the spork spread like wildfire. In the 1920's, it was used as a swizzle stick, and hair ornament for some of the upscale flappers, like Daisy Ladle.*** When the first automobile was built, Henry Ford actually had a Spork attatched to the grill to turn the crank with. It had to be replaced, because the Irish immigrants of that time were going out at night, and stealing said Sporks to eat their potato's with.****(Sorry Celtic Rose, and BW, I just couldn't pass that one up.)
Eventually, like all good things, the Spork took a fall. It all started when their leader made a deal with KFC. After that, the only place you could find a good Spork was at the chicken house, in the school cafeteria, and, occasionally, a church potluck. I predict the Spork will rise again, however. I will just have to be patient.
* This just has to be true. I'll find it in the Bible, somewhere.
** I could swear I saw this on Monty Python, and we all know he speaks the truth!
*** Who wouldn't want to meet a flapper named Daisy Ladle. She is elusive, living here in Podunk, California.
**** Possibly made up, just to have a little fun with my favorite Roses.
SO, I am off, into the wild blue yonder. I am going to find an internet cafe in at least one city we're in, because I cannot fathom going for nine days without seeing what you all are up to. And posting myself. Its become a great outlet, and my imagination stretches beyond the beyond in this thing. You can be sure, when I get home there will probably be a large, blog from hell, probably with enough pictures to make up for the Wordless Wednesdays I'm missing!
Love to you all.
Posted by mielikki at 10:24 AM 11 comments
Labels: just plain silliness. . .