Hellooooo.
I bet you thought I forgot you. That would be impossible, I NEVER forget things. Ever.
srsly.
stop laughing.
shaddup.
whatever.
ANYWAY... I need to announce the winners of the "In Honor of me honeymoon" giveaway. First off, thank you all for those that entered. There weren't a lot, but *that's ok*. I don't need your love and adoration to feel validated and accepted. No really *sniffles* I'm ok.
*deep breath*
But first, I must bore you with a story.
Do you remember Dr. San Guinary? Well, If you were from Kansas City, probably not, but he was an Omaha legend. He had the creature feature on Saturday nights. I honestly remember barely nothing about him except that he would have kids do carnivals for Muscular Dystrophy. You could call, and order a kit, and it would have all kinds of neat things you could do to raise money.
I always wanted to do it.
My mom was a fuddy. Sheesh mom, quashing all my fun as USUAL.
Anyway, some of the neighbor kids, the Sharps, (RIP Sandy) had one and I remember every kid in town being at their house, IN their house, running around making messes, eating their food.
Bless their parents.
Oh.
I get it now.
They had a big jar full of money, and for a nickel or a dime or whatever, you could guess how much was in it and the winner won some prize.
I was probably 5 or 6 at the time, and I made my guess. They made the huge mistake of telling me I came in SECOND and won nothing. That has stuck with me ever since. I have just had too much trauma, a bunch of tears, a little therapy, 674 foot rubs and 63 gallons of ice cream.
And I still have not forgotten it.
So, in honor of my honeymoon, {that retraced steps of my childhood accidentally}. I had a giveaway, that traced the steps of my childhood {accidentally}.
(because blogging is the new therapy - dude that stuff is expensive!)
But instead of screwing #2 out of a gift, I'm giving #1, #2, AND #3 a gift.
The rest of you have my undying love and devotion.
Oh no... a tangent coming on:
"So I'd like to know where, you got the notion
said I'd like to know where, you got the notion
To rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
rock the boat, don't rock the boat baby
rock the boat-t-t-t-t"
Whew... sorry.
It's a 70's flashback kinda day.
Soo... back on task...
The actual amount in the jug was $271.03. I was expecting more. You think the woman at the bank ripped me off? I did see "Public Enemies" while I was in Colorado. Down with the banks! Oh, and I have a crush on John Dillinger now.
You know, when I started this post 14 hours ago, I meant for it to be like, 2 paragraphs.
OK, First place winner of all the wildflower seed, which I really want to keep for myself now, is: MCB! She only missed it by $14.31
Second place is Brittney, she was off by $69.97
Third place is CeeCeeDee, she was third closest and missed by just $82.97.
So if you all could send me your name, address, etc to lana at ceasefirestudios dot net, I'll send you off your prize!
Almost all of us agree that there should have been more money in there. So I think we should stage a revolt and march down to my bank and demand $14.31 more!! Who's with me?
Anyone?
hello??
1 comment:
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