Well, it always makes me smile to know that I made someone else smile. And it just makes my day to know that I made someone spew something all over a keyboard (as long as they aren’t spewing one of those unmentionable slushies that some deranged soul was looking for on my blog), so thank you Laura for nominating me for that very reason. Umm, that would be the spewing reason, not the slushie reason. Just wanted to make that clear.
Really, I don’t know that I fit all of the characteristics to be a recipient of the Smile Award, but maybe since I’ve got number three nailed it makes up for my other shortcomings.
On to the technical stuff before I share the love:
Characteristics for the Smile Award:
1. Must display a cheerful attitude.
2. Must love one another.
3. Must make mistakes.
4. Must learn from others.
5. Must be a positive contributor to blog world.
6. Must love life.
7. Must love kids.
These are the rules for The Smile Award.
1. The recipient must link back the the award’s creator
2. You must post these rules if you receive the award.
3. You must chose 5 people to receive the award after receiving it yourself.
4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award, as posted by Mere.
5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.
6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.
7. You must thank your giver.
First, I am going to nominate Lilola because I don’t think I have ever seen her without a smile on her face and a cheerful attitude in her countenance. Oooo . . . like that word? Countenance? I’m getting all churchy on you. Lilola always has a song in her heart, or mind, or mouth, which tells you right there that she loves life.
Second, I am nominating The Mother of Terrifying Space Monkeys. I know her real name, but I don’t think she uses it on her blog, so you’ll just have to go see if you can figure it our for yourself. She has just recently started blogging and is definitely a positive contributor. And? She has four boys under the age of . . . 6? I think her oldest is 6 now. I. am. losing it. At any rate, obviously she loves kids. Further evidence that she loves life and kids: she just survived 48 hours without electricity AND without offing anyone. Also? (how many question marks can I use?) she was babysitting the neighbor’s kids during the blackout (so the neighbor could go to the hospital after being stabbed by a fallen evergreen — those trees don’t like being knocked down by hurricanes that have no business being that far inland). And the service I have seen her give over the years! Yep, she’s got that loving others thing down pat
Now here is where I should say Third, but I have just been visiting my Google Reader account and see that I was also nominated by Christina, who already nominated my Third. So, thank you to Chris as well (umm, for nominating me, not for stealing my Third)! If Mr. Fill is right about your house, I am going to hold you to that promise to kiss him. It has been a while since I’ve been to VA anyway, so I will drive him there myself just to get a picture of you planting one on him. And I think I’m not alone in the blogging world when I say, “I want to see some tongue.”
Third, third, third. Well, Chris already nominated Stacy and Gretchen, who were way up there on my list, but that’s okay! I read over a hundred blogs (well, sometimes I have to skim, sorry) so there is no shortage of wonderful women from whom to pick. The trouble is narrowing it down.
Third, I am nominating Colleen because she is the mother of Quinn’s future wife. Right, right, I have no way of actually knowing that, so let’s be a little more realistic. Do you all read her blog? You should. Colleen makes me laugh. She has experienced some things that I just can’t imagine living through, but she has lived through them; not just endured them, but gone on to LIVE. I so admire that. I’ve never met her in person, but Colleen apparently has a fragillion friends who now read my blog (hi Colleen’s friends!) and a great, big family (will you adopt me? (wait, was that politically incorrect?) ) that always seems to be getting together for one big event or another. So, obviously, she meets the “love one another” requirement. And? (here I go with the question marks again) she is adopting. Who adopts a child if they don’t love kids? Who?
Fourth, I am nominating Valerie. I hope to be her when I grow up. I can say without reservation that she meets, in great abundance, every one of the required characteristics of Smile Award nominees (except for number three, but we’ll forgive her). She is a mom to five kids and the oldest one is . . . oh I do keep getting myself in trouble with this one, don’t I? Four? Shoot, shoot, shoot! Are the triplets older or younger than Tank Boy? I can’t remember now. And Evan is right around their age, and Josh is closer to Quinn’s age. That’s about all I’ve got rattling around my brain. Anyway, Valerie was going through the adoption process to get Evan and Josh at the same time I was going through the process for Quinn (though she got both of her boys home first!).
Fifth, well, fifth is a tie. Hey! I’ve been
skimming reading your blogs, and I know I’m not the only rule breaker out there! So I’m nominating FoodyMom, who thought the Vietnam shutdown was crashing in around her before she could get a referral but then, after she picked herself up by the bootstraps and prepared to move on (actually, did move on to a different blog) she and her husband got their referral! Love kids? I think so. Her posts are cheerful, one of her blogs makes me smile a lot, and I personally believe she is making a great contribution to the blog world. And . . . I am nominating Kweenmama. I haven’t been reading her blog long, but she is so obviously a loving, cheerful person, and I personally appreciate her contribution to the blog world as she talks about her family and the joys and challenges of being a wife and mom/step-mom. I know people who should be reading her blog.
Whew! That wasnt easy, but it was fun.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt has a great big smile on his face (even though the new dog is a spite pee-er).