Toasted Marshmallow Day was very easy and sweet to celebrate.
There is nothing tastier than marshmallows roasted over an open range. The picture up above is of a marshmallow that Emily toasted. Below, Cole is toasting his marshmallow!
Sendi, The Sunflower blogger, sent me a recipe for homemade marshmallows, taking the time to translate it from Indonesian to English, convert the measurements, and include pictures. She then ended her e-mail by saying, “The easiest way is go to the store and buy them!!!” I will try to post the recipe for you; if you want it right NOW—email me at Katybeth@myoddfamily.com and I will send it to you speedy quick.
Speaking of sweet…Debbie, my friend and fellow blogger over at Musings by an ND Domer’s Mom,has passed along the Sweet Award to me. I told you I was sweet!! And now I have an award to prove it.
The Sweet Award comes with a few requests.
When you are bestowed with an Academy Award, you are supposed to thank the Academy—and when the Sweet Award is passed along to you, you are asked to thank the person who gave you the award.
Well shucks. Being the sweet person I am that is no problem at all. Thank you, Debbie, for recognizing in me what so many have failed to see (MOTHER!): my innate sweetness. It was very dulcet of you.
Next, I am supposed to share some random facts about myself that you may not know. Holy Sweet Blogger Award…is there anything about me that you don’t know? Maybe I should share some facts about my sweet mother.
- My sweet mother once crawled through a window with her Doberman to evict some tenants that refused to open the door for her. Nobody is sure what she said to them, but they were out of the rental property in 48 hours.
- My sweet mother employed a painter who would bring his guitar along with his paint brushes, to the house each day, and sing to her. He would still be following her around and singing to her if I had not sweetly fired him.
- My sweet mother will shoot you if you mess with her dogs, her grandson, or her daughter (in that order). She won’t miss.
- My sweet mother has mints and gum older than I am in her purse.
- My sweet mother believes unpainted toenails (men excused) should be a criminal offense.
- My sweet mother brought a male, gay, porn magazine to her niece’s wedding shower. It was a mistake. We think.
- My sweet mother believes that my dad tried to kill her with rosebush spray and I tried to kill her with a corn dog. She is mistaken. Perhaps.
- My sweet mother wrestled a roast from a Great Dane’s mouth—two minutes before my dad arrived home with guests, pushed it back together, blotted it off, inspected it for dog hairs, and served it. The guests were very complimentary.
- My sweet mother’s self-discipline is legendary. She exercises every day, trains her dogs to obedience titles, runs complicated agility patterns, has never failed to have money for a rainy day, and always knows where both her shoes are. The only thing she cannot do is…program her cell phone or sync her I-Pad.
And finally, I have been asked to pass on the Sweet Award on…so I am passing this award along to a few of my sweet (some more than others) non-blogging friends—with three requests. In no way are you obligated to fulfill these requests. No matter; you will always remain on my sweet list.
Accept your award by leaving a comment on Odd. If you want to share something random about yourself, that would be fun. In return, you will receive a surprise. This is not a bribe; it is an incentive.
Visit Debbie’s blog and leave a comment if you are so inclined.
Click on your name; it will take you to a blog to read. I matched your name to a blog or blog post I thought you might enjoy reading. If you do enjoy the blog or the blog post, leave the blogger a comment. All bloggers love it when you join the discussion.
Since I am not in the mood to sing my ABCs, the list is not in any order, with the exception that my mother is always first…
Antoinette Caligiuri Galioto
Julianne Pierce Joyce
Teresa Cieslak Newell (the best is last)
I will be back to muse about Trail Mix Day; I have a great story about just how wonderfully odd my family really is. Thanks for dropping by, and thanks for musing with me! Odd Loves Company