How do we begin to explain to non-Spricks the Burnt Wienie Award? Every year, a Sprick wins it for having done a really stupid thing. Not only must the thing done be stupid, the way it's nominated must be brilliant. If this seems like an oxymoron -- a brilliant nomination of a stupid thing -- it is. [Pause here while Sprick cousins scramble to their dictionaries to look up "oxymoron."]
The Burnt Wienie is a bit of a sore point with the scrapblog editor because, despite many colossal bloopers and Pulitzer-quality nominations, she's never won it. The scrapblog editor is afraid that she will go through her whole life never winning and the cousins will try to assuage her wounded psyche with some bogus compensatory award such as Honorary Best Scrapblogger Emeritus Lifetime Achievement Award in the Senior Cousin Category.
But we digress. Here are two photos from the long, esteemed history of the Burnt Wienie. In the top one, young cousin M. proudly accepted the 2001 B.W. for veering back into the dugout when her softball coach yelled, "Come on home!" as she was base-running. In the bottom one, taken in 2005, Uncle Joe beamed after narrowly beating out the scrapblog editor for the coveted plastic hot dog. He won for getting up in the middle of the night for a restroom trip and jumping into the wrong bed afterward. The scrapblog editor was runner-up for being cornered by a beagle sentry at the Atlanta airport for bringing a green apple back from France, a strictly illegal activity.
Ah well, next year.
How do we begin to explain to non-Spricks the Burnt Wienie Award? Every year, a Sprick wins it for having done a really stupid thing. Not only must the thing done be stupid, the way it's nominated must be brilliant. If this seems like an oxymoron -- a brilliant nomination of a stupid thing -- it is. [Pause here while Sprick cousins scramble to their dictionaries to look up "oxymoron."]
The Burnt Wienie is a bit of a sore point with the scrapblog editor because, despite many colossal bloopers and Pulitzer-quality nominations, she's never won it. The scrapblog editor is afraid that she will go through her whole life never winning and the cousins will try to assuage her wounded psyche with some bogus compensatory award such as Honorary Best Scrapblogger Emeritus Lifetime Achievement Award in the Senior Cousin Category.
But we digress. Here are two photos from the long, esteemed history of the Burnt Wienie. In the top one, young cousin M. proudly accepted the 2001 B.W. for veering back into the dugout when her softball coach yelled, "Come on home!" as she was base-running. In the bottom one, taken in 2005, Uncle Joe beamed after narrowly beating out the scrapblog editor for the coveted plastic hot dog. He won for getting up in the middle of the night for a restroom trip and jumping into the wrong bed afterward. The scrapblog editor was runner-up for being cornered by a beagle sentry at the Atlanta airport for bringing a green apple back from France, a strictly illegal activity.
Ah well, next year.
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