Pay It Forward

UPDATED!!!




I won the Pay It Forward contest over at Hope for the Hopeless, so it's time for me to hold my very own contest.

So, here's how it works: You leave me a comment (or 2, or 6 or maybe a dozen) and then I'll head on over to use the randomizer thing Melissa used for hers. It'll select 3 lucky winners to claim 3 fantastic homemade prizes (super duper cool cell phone pouches - that will be hand decorated by me (cuz I am not crafty enough to actually make the pouches themselves!)).



Since 3 seems to be the common number, I'll be running this for 3 days, which means I'll be doing the drawing on Monday 3/3.

Now, I've got an extremely busy work day on Monday, so I can't say if I'll draw in the morning, afternoon or night.....so if you don't see a new post announcing the winners, feel free to keep the comments rolling.

The stipulation? If you win, you have to host your very own Pay It Forward contest on your blog.

So what are you waiting for?? Get commenting!!!!
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Saturday, March 1, 2008

Seriously? 4 comments? By 3 people? One of which doesn't want to be in the drawing? That leaves me 2 automatic winners with 3 available prizes. Doesn't anyone else want to win and Pay It Forward???

The Things Kids Say

The other day my son had to bring some work home for his friend that lives down the street, who has been out sick.

When we talked about it at the dinner table, I found out it was quite a lot of stuff that he had to tote home.

My mom made a comment that it really weighed down his backpack.

What does my son say?

"Yeah. It was like an anchor!"

Music Makes the World Go Round

I love music, and in my mind there's nothing better than an drive with the windows rolled down, the breeze in my hair, with my tunes cranked up and my camera beside me waiting for the perfect opportunity to capture the beauty in the world.

It's still too damn cold to enjoy a breeze in my hair (unless you really enjoy frozen nose hairs) and there's not much out there to photograph at this point because it's all buried beneath 80 inches of snow/ice/and miserable winter muck.

So, what songs might I be listening to on one of those drives?

It could be....(or just about anything by Michael Buble ... because I heart him. For real.)


Or, it could just be a bit of......(and for the record, I may buy this CD along with that Billy Ocean one I'd like)


Maybe a good one for some butt shaking....


And one last one for now....


Now if only spring would arrive, so I could head out with my camera in hand, my tunes turned up and the windows rolled down......

I'm a winner!

It's been hell at work lately. Friday the crap hit the fan, and this morning.....well, let's just say the entire place would be full of flung crap.

I'm not going to into much detail because it's just too much to get into right now, and I'm hoping if I just ignore the situation, it'll go away.

Yeah, I know .... wishful thinking.

So anyway, back to my little bit of exciting news!

Melissa was hosting a Pay It Forward contest over on her blog, and I WON!!! Woohoo!!!

So, keep your eyes peeled for my very own Pay It Forward contest!!

100 Things About Me - Part 9

81. I cannot stand the sound of a tape gun. It seriously grates on my nerves.

82. I've got a great big photography paraphernalia wish list. At the top; a speed flash. (Hint, hint ... my birthday is in April! LOL)

83. I have a recent addiction to jewelry. Costume, fancy, fun ... you name it.

84. I won't clean toilets. Nope. My husband gets the job of cleaning the bathroom. Toilets give me the heebie jeebies and I wouldn't dare stick my hand in one - gloves or not. Plus, I don't stand up to pee and make a mess, so really why should I clean it?

85. I cannot stand handling raw meat. Especially chicken. I can work with ground beef, but I really have to think about other things. Chicken really grosses me out and I nearly gag because of it's texture and somewhat sliminess when it's raw.

86. When I was in kindergarten, I won a contest naming the school newsletter.

87. I can't ride in the backseat of the car, as I get car sick.

88. I am not very good at multiplication.

89. I would love to drive a pink car.

90. I love Guitar Hero III for Wii, even if I can only currently play on the Easy level.

Virtual Torture

Over 3 hours.

For - count them - over 1, 2, 3 hours I have clicked back and forth between windows to check and see if I was still in the waiting room or not.

I. Just. Want. Cubs. Tickets.

That's all.

One game. 4 tickets.

Over 3 hours my friend.

What's even more sad than waiting for hours, is that I leave work in less than 2 hours. So if I don't get picked to buy tickets before then, I will give up my place in Virtual Waiting Room HELL.

I think I may scream. Especially since greedy, money-hungry, bastards have already listed their newly snagged tickets on places such as Ebay, Craigslist, and StubHub! Bastards!

It's like the Cubs Ticket Nazi is standing back, pointing straight at me, shouting "No Cubs tickets for you!"

The Lunch That Almost Wasn't

For the last 2.5 hours I have been hungry and debating on if I wanted to order something to be delivered, or just eat the Lean Cuisine I've got in the freezer here at the office.

I decide, since I've got to run to the bank anyway, I might as well pick up my lunch. Easy, right? Wrong.

First I head to the bank, and there's a lady in a minivan ahead of me. I'm crossing my fingers that she is not going in the commercial banking lane, and watch as she goes into a regular lane.

I watch in amazement as she pulls into the only available lane that is also CLOSED. So I'm talking to myself saying "Yo idiot, that one is closed."

I pull in, drop my deposit in the drawer and look over at the lane immediately next to me. It's the most ancient, wrinkled raisin (thanks for the word, Melissa) I Have. Ever. Seen. And he's squeezing his frail body out his door to reach back to the bank tube terminal thingy. He pulled forward too much and instead of just BACKING UP, he performed a contortionist act so he could do his banking.

When I notice him, I notice that dumbass minivan driver has realized - WAIT! There is no tube in my terminal! What do I do? So, she backs up so that she can use one of the OPEN lanes. Hmm, those OPEN/CLOSED lights above the lane are there for a reason, huh?

So, I'm thinking "God, please get me away from this stupidity quickly because it might be contagious!" not to mention that my stomach is growling and I know that in just a few moments, my mouth will happily be gulping down a large order of fries from McDonald's.

Hahahahahahaha. Life is just so damn funny sometimes!!!

I get to McDonald's and am the 3rd car back to order. I proceed forward and order a #1.

I hear "mummmble, mummmmble, out of fries"

WHAT?!?

I increduously ask "You. Are. OUT. Of. FRIES?" (Because, you know, McDonald's being out of french fries is like Dairy Queen being out of ice cream, or Lambeau Field being short on Cheese-Heads)

"Yes, ma'am"

Ummmmmmmmmm.........................................

"Well, I guess I'll just have a Big Mac then."

(longest pause ever where I'm thinking, HELLO? IS THIS THING ON? Did you just go on break? HELLO? I said I'd take a flippin' Big Mac!!!!)

Finally she repeats my order (because you know, it was difficult; just a Big Mac and all; it's only their signature burger).

When I finally get my Big Mac, I think to myself .... WTF am I going to eat with it??

So, just down the road is Burger King, and I like their onion rings.

Roll through to grab an order of onion rings, zesty sauce and a Diet Coke (yes, I am one of THOSE people that snarfs down fast food with a Diet drink. Shut up.).

I drive away, pop my straw in my drink and bring the cup up to drink and the BLASTED LID WASN'T ON RIGHT, so there goes Diet Coke down the front of my coat, and all over my lap. Niiiiiiiiccccce.

So I'm dabbing napkins on my soaked jeans, conveniently in a spot that looks like I just peed myself when an another stupid person pulls out of Wendy's on the opposite side of the road and proceeds to do 10 miles an hour because he's counting his chicken nuggets or making sure it's really North Pacific Cod like they say.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Was a quick trip to the bank and a #1 from McDonald's all that much to ask for?

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