Now we know for sure:
1) BEAW won
2) You are so wonderful for voting like you did, I have a lump in my throat
3) If the lump is not a tumor or an enlarged lymph gland, then it means I really, really adore you
4) I ain’t no Challahback Girl because I remembered the name of the helper candle
5) Blogs really are the new high school
Congratulations to K. at RockStar Mommy and Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer and all the finalists and all the nominees and all the other superduper parenting blogs in the whole wide world. Joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea, and joy to you and me.
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Congrats, Jenn! You rock
Who would name a bullfrog Jeremiah?
It was fun reading your old post again :>) Proud of you … all ways and always!
Mom xxoo
PS Do they have a category for post-high-school bloggers like me? Heck, I’d love to go to Vegas and see what’s-his-name … the old dude with the black hair who sang Dankeschoen …
oh god.. frogs.. ICK..
the one thing in the world I am deathly afraid of.. frogs all frogs. Especially ones named Jeremiah!!!
Congrats to BEAW (isn’t that some sort of fraternal order of electricians???)
Thanks for keeping the lights on in my house and for helping me get through the day with laughter and mirth.
aw, you had to go and joy me to the fishies in the deep blue sea and get me thinking about my toad of a father who jumped in the drink…
but enough about me! congratulations! whooot!
Wonderful news, congratulations! I’d now very much like to make out with you under the bleachers.
OK, so I am dying to know – what exactly do you get for winning? A million dollars? A full time Nanny? What?!?
Now I will be singing that song ALLLL day.
Thanks, Jenn!
Yep, don’t hear that enough in real life, being named Joy and all, you had to go and sing on your blog (because that’s how I read it. You, singing. Nice voice, by the way) and now I’ll have it stuck in my head all day long. And to think I voted for you…
Like, congratulations, totally.
Congratulations! You deserve it!
And…I’m kind of a sucker for Joy to the World – bullfrog and all.
Congratulations!
Your comment editor keeps eating my comments. How lame is that?
First: I’m going to start a blog called “RockStars in my Dryer”.
Second: “Duckies”? When the H3LL did BEAW readers become “Duckies”? I think it would be far more appropriate to call us “Breeders”.
Third: Being named a “Best Parenting Blogger”, is kind of like being named “Queen of the Soccer Moms”. I can see your victory party now…
hmmmm…. appears to be some kind of post length restriction… let’s see if there’s a way around that…
The card tables fill the living room, covered with diposable plastic tablecloths. At the center of each table is a paper-mache centerpiece, an unrecognizable shapeless form with impossible angles, like a big lump of Satan’s ear-wax, each one lovingly crafted by young, talentless, hands.
The paper flatware is decorated with big smiling pictures of Elmo. He looks up at you as if to say… “Dump that spoonful of mashed potatoes right here in my hairy, screechy, face”. The matching plastic silverware is arranged perfectly, Emily Post would be proud.
Your guests arrive… 20 or 30 slightly overweight suburban females… either pale as a albino zombie or glowing with the kind of healthy orangish glow that one can only get from Wal-Mart’s store brand spray-on tan. The guests are radiant with maternal fabulousness. Lane Bryant’s Fall collection is well represented, although more than a few of the celebrants opt for the classic “polyester pants and flowered cotton blouse” look. Their smiling faces are painted with the finest cosmetics made by Mary Kay, and the bags under their eyes are *almost* concealed by the latest and greatest L’Oreal anti-wrinkle cream.
The guests take their places at the table. Friendly, excited, clucking fills the room. “Did you hear about Oprah’s reality show?” “Orlando Bloom was on The View yesterday and wow, would I ever jump those bones.” “Little Billy said the cutest thing yesterday, he said ‘these gween beans taste like cwap’, isn’t that precious?!?!”
Intermittently, a cell phone rings, causing 35 women to simultaneously fish through their purses, each hoping that the bell tolls for she. Sadly, there is only one winner of this round of cell-phone bingo, as the winner gleefully says “Hello”, the losers all dejectedly return their lifeless Motorolas to their respective holsters.
Finally, the guest of honor arrives. The room falls silent as Jenn crosses the floor. Clad in a regal, purple, velcour jumpsuit, Jenn, like the gracious hostess she is, says “I’m so happy you could all come today!!!!”
Way to go Jenn! Having found you here seeming so long ago, you’ve been a beacon of light, a flame in the open field at which others can warm their hands and find at least brief respite from the dark and the cold of the harsh internet.
Jenny Mattern? we will say. Oh yes. I knew her back in the days when she was going on and on about cinnamon buns! And I do seem to recall there was that one time she insisted on talking about how she flopped her lactating boob on the tweed-clad arm of a perfectly proper English gentleman. Those were the days! we’ll fondly reminisce. It’s too bad now, we continue, since she got that award and went all hoity-toity on us. I mean, she certainly ain’t no cheating slut, but she does have a thing for cranberry storm doors. And I hear she’s taken up with that Miranda Knocking broad again…
woooooot! x 2 for you!
blogs really *are* the new high school. and apparently i have not made any psychological advances since then because i did the same thing here as i did back then–i just plain checked out
so, yeah, what do you get for this win (besides the glory)?
Congratulations!
Why are my comments always “awaiting moderation”? Am I a Breed ‘em and Weep rabble rouser?
Mucho congratulationo! Grande! Fuego!
Your post on the 16th was very impressive, by the way. You’re such a talented writer! You should, I don’t know, start a blog or something! And write!
Also, just in case you really do get a kick out of having the dreaded ‘Tramp’ label affixed to your, um, booty…
You’re a dirty dirty girl, Jenn. Dirty!
I aim to please
Glad this contest happened so I could find you. I’ve added you to Bloglines and have become a loyal reader. Hope you don’t mind hangin’ out with the last place riff raff!
Well YEEHAW, momma. Congrats.
And my husband really liked the name Jeremiah when we had our first son. I told him only if he wanted me singing that song every day for the rest of my friggin’ life.
(Can we give SpotTWD a cookie for best comments?)
Well done and well deserved Jenn. I knew you could do it!
congrats! you deserve it! thanks for the eloquent entries!
Congratulations! So thrilled for you. And maybe for once my votes DID count.
Wow. You won and those are the super super hot blogs. You must be huge (I mean, in terms of fame).
Please won’t you be my neighbor?
Congratulations on your awesome victory! Blogs really are the new high school and you deserve 3 varsity letters, M-O-M!
yeah! congrats! you deserve it
So well deserved. Not that I’m biased or anything, you know since I love you and all. Huge congrats. For real.
yay congrats!
That was the post where you first tickled my funnybone and won my bleart. (that stands for blog-heart… my real heart belongs to, well, literally ME but I’ve devoted it to a few others who might be more likely to fetch my slippers than you. If I asked, that is…)