First off, I was able to confer with a conscious and awake Chip this morning and find his declared winner for Tuesday's favorite comment. And the WINNER IS... SIBLEY SAGA. He couldn't get over her tragic Valentine's Day date that actually made out with her BEFORE he broke up with her. In Alicia's words, AWESOMELY BAD. Also from Chip, "You know, I don't have any terrible date stories... probably because I've been the CAUSE of some terrible date stories." HA! Now I've got to tell you - you are the best Minions a girl could have. I mean, you told some KILLER stories. I don't know if I've ever laughed (or sort of CRIED) so much reading comments. It was one train wreck after another. Is it wrong that I love a good trainwreck? No? See, I knew we all belonged together. 
Bean says: I would be Minister of Chocolate if only my mama would let me EAT chocolate like I did at Grammy'sNow it's Day Three here at Minionlympics Central and we're very excited to see how the Games are shaping up. As I mentioned yesterday, you guys are FIERCE. A very nice quality in a Minion, I must say. And as a Minion, you need to be very much in touch with your qualities, as today's challenge will show.
But first, a story (are you noticing a pattern here?): there's this thing... about the Original Minion Beginnings... it involves A LOT of goofing around and A LOT of laughing and then A LOT of hilarity-induced craziness. I just sort of up and declared myself the Supreme and Creamy Whimsy one day. We were planning a huge joint birthday party, I vaguely recall. And we were passing around a lot of emails about our plans. And then, I just declared myself Supreme and Creamy and told my dear friends that they were my Minions. After a lot of funny jokes about this, I decided that the Minions needed Cabinet Offices, naturally. I mean, really--- if you have a whole load of Minions, they obviously need specialities.
And so, dear Minions, do YOU. Which brings us to today's FANTASTICAL CHALLENGE: you must now declare your Minion Cabinet Office. Are you a Minister of Cooking Gadgets? Minister of Bad Decisions (probably not recommended)? Chief of Staff (a little boring)? Something a little more ethereal? Remember, this is YOUR cabinet office, so you don't even have to be a MINISTER. You can be Head Pooba for all I care, I just want you to dig deep and be descriptive, folks. And make sure you say why you are claiming your specific position in Miniondom. Go!
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I am sad that I missed the first 2 round of the minionlympics. I've been away, but I am back and if it is allright, I'll jump in.
Hey, why am I asking if it's alright? For I am the minister of omnipotent wise and most mature. Everyone comes to me to get answers to questions. Any and all questions pertaining to everday living "From the ridiculous to the sublime is but a short leap."
I hereby declare myself Madame Ambassador of the Land of Indecision.
As you all know, my husband and I have spent a great deal of time in the Land of Indecision. We speak the language fluently and understand the local customs of the tribal population. Our own limited capacity for decision making and our total inability to make decisions on the fly (if you will), amply qualifies us for the position as Ambassadors.
Having spent time with our own people, and those who can not possibly understand the Land of Indecision, being decisive individuals themselves, has conditioned us to negotiating these conflicting view points. I feel we would bring a unique and peaceable perspective to future cultural and economic exchanges between the Supreme and Creamy and the Land of Indecision.
As we speak, my husband is currently debating what he wants to be when he grows up. I keep telling him that the most interesting adults never know what they want to be when they grow up, being one of those "interesting" adults myself.
It's almost as if neither of us realize that we ARE grown up.
I am The Minister of Overcrowded Calendar Induced Procrastination.
I am behind on my reading, so I'm late to the party.
Ergo, I am Prime Minister of Procrastination.
I'm cheering for Amanda!!!!!!!
I'm here to cheer on Amanda too!
I'm also confused, what on earth is going on!
I am the Secretary of Discretion.
I'm an old person. I take pills and have all those wonderful experiences that only those have had a 10 pound weight sitting on your bladder have had.I understand the desire to share, but I feel there are times I have to protect and negotiate with people about conversations that are appropriate for the public. I know you are all knodding your heads. Take yesterday... someone felt they needed to share how when they get out of bed and stand on a plastic sheet as they know what happens when they have slept thru the night (I know you are envisioning this is your mind). The conversation continued and involved clothing and changing and etc (since this is inappropriate I can't tell you as, I am the Secretary of Discretion. Just imagine yourself in my shoes, sitting on a chair with a friend as we both listened to this conversation.
I was able to sit and smile and nod and keep a look of interest (which is necessary as the SOD). I kept the same face as the converstaion continued with far more discriptions of the 'morning event' and then the offer of "You know they have medication for things like that" (yes, those words came from my mouth). Anyway, I feel I have earned that title as I and my friend waited until we were in the car to lose it! BTW-this conversation will self distruct in 24 hours.
I hereby proclaim myself Mistress of Hindered Planning and Organization. I am, by all accounts, an extremely organized planner type. I'm a purger who puts great thought and care into organizing physical items, and I prefer to enter any situation having overplanned it. But I am almost always hindered by my children, all of whom appear to have no interest in planning, organizing, or allowing me to plan or organize. I am thwarted at every turn by sticky fingers, constant pulling out of toys for uses less than one minute in duration, feverish bodies that want to sit in my lap and stare at Noggin even though THERE ARE OBVIOUSLY PAPERS ON THE ISLAND IN THE KITCHEN. You get my drift. That's me. MoHPO.
* I have to say, I think this one clearly has to go to Wandering Nana again. :) *
I am here to learn and take notes from the Secretary of Discretion for I have much to learn about all that is creamy. I bow before her awesome creaminess! (i.e. I'm here to cheer and support Wandering Nana!)
I'm here to cheer on Amanda!
Hmmmm.... Minister of Yarn-Hoarding Activities.
I hereby declare myself the Royal Grab Bag of Extreme Emotions!
Name the emotion or it's effect... Happiness, Anger, Laughter, Tears, and so on. I'm pregnant. You name the emotion, it's there and magnified by 300%.
Go, Alicia!! You and I share the same character trait. I love spreadsheets and to-do lists.
What no one wants to be the Cleric of Cuisine? You could be in charge of all food related affairs and you could totally incorporate an entirely creamy menu! Cream of broccoli soup, cream cheese, ice cream, cream of wheat, the list goes on!
Anywho... I'm still here for Alicia!
I believe at this moment I have become Wandering Nana's minion. After many phone calls, hounding, I think their was mentioning that she might just disown me and take me out of her will, I am here to say go Wandering Nana.
Since I am here because I can't stand guilt, and fear the phone calls and the emails and the I will never watch your children again, I am the Head of Guilt. And all that that includes.
This week I am the Interim Phlegm Czar. My job is to eradicate my body of dripping snot, swollen glands, and congested sinuses. My motto: Just say no to snot. And in honor of the upcoming Valentine's festivities, here's a little missive for you (which I have stolen from my favorite Valentine's Day card of all time):
When your nose is runny, and you kiss your honey, you may think it's funny, but it's snot.
Woo-hoo! Can't believe I won! That's the first really good thing that came from that situation (besides being rid of the guy in the first place).
I personally am the Patron Saint of Daydreamers. Can't seem to focus? Cannot concentrate? Always thinking of other things you'd rather be doing? It's probably me. I'ts probably my mad skills in going off topic, getting distracted, or having a glassy-eyed stare with a drooly grin. My powers are so strong they tend to affect those within a ten mile radius.
I love Wandering Nana!
I too don't want any guilt hanging over my head....Sorry I really don't know why I am supposed to tell this, but I love her and that's that!
I love a good train wreck too!
Oh and I'm here rooting for Alicia!
Not that one has anything to do with the other.
I hope that didn't sound wrong. Well, I hope it sounded wrong but that everyone totally got that I was kidding. =P
I am cheering for wandering Nana!!! My two cats are cheering for wandering Nana!! My three dogs are cheering for wandering Nana and my new grandbaby to be is cheering for wandering Nana!!! Yes, Linda my sweet Christy is pregnant!!!!
I'm wavering between Supreme Ruler of the Sofa and Queen of Solitary.
The Sofa comes from my rightful place, covered witha blanket and surrounded by cats, with my laptop as my extra appendage.
The Solitary comes from wishful thinking. My hubby has been out of a job for so long that I cannot even tell you the last time I had some "me" time. I am always in the company of others - the husband, the child, the dogs, the cats. At this point I'd pay to be a hermit for a week to just eat/sleep/read all by my damn self.
I am to in favor of wandering nana. I to do not wish to be disowned. So Me, My 2 kids, husband and dog pick Wandering Nana.
I am Wandering Nana's minion. I vote for her!
I'm cheering for Alicia- you go girl!
I have decided that I must be head of some secret club that attracts only 4 legged furry animals. Only the furry animals know the name of the club. They won't let me in on the secrect as to why I am never out of company with one of them. Always under my feet or sleeping on my head. It is pretty sad when you wake up and ask, "where were you lastnight? I couldn't sleep because you weren't keeping my feet warm!" I don't know if it is some wierd cosmic power but for some reason every pet I have ever owned has lived to be unbelievably old! It's like there is this bubble around me and anything that enters can't get back through the bubble. I had this turtle once my sister gave me. It was very rare and was only supposed to live for like a total of 5 years. it was already 2 when I inherited it. I had just gotten married. After 5 years I ended up taking the thing to a petstore cause it just wouldn't die!
I'm the Master of Intuition. I have a certain knack for anticipating or just knowing what most people around me need or want or what they are thinking.
Cheering for Wandering Nana as well!
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