Who Doesn't Love a Freebie

One thing I really like about blogging is all the giveaways people have. You know to celebrate 100 posts, or one year, or 1oo followers, or 100 days without bothering the elderly. You get the idea. I've even won a few myself. When I have a giveaway I always let my daughter pick names from a bowl. I don't trust that random number generator, you know it's operated by China.

So anyhow she started getting into having her own giveaways. She gave away a cupcake box, lip gloss, a sheet of stickers... Her friends got into the whole giveaway thing too and started a whole giveaway trend type thing at school. Fun , fun, and more fun.

I picked her up from school recently and she told me not to worry about supper, she had it covered. It was in her back pack. She won a giveaway from her friend Hannah. I asked some questions, she stalled me. Could the kid's lunch be in there? A frozen dinner, bag of Doritos?

She whipped it out when we got home. Her giveaway prize. A bag of uncooked spaghetti. She could not have been more thrilled. This is exactly as it arrived; open and partially used up then stored in a ziploc bag. WOW

If you were expecting a giveaway with this post sorry but there's a recession going on and I'm out of pasta.

I'm Famous- Again- and Still not for Going to Jail or Posing Nude

Eeeeeek my cupcake toppers made it on the same post with Martha Stewart over on the
Pepper Design Blog.
Check out my girlie pink stuff, even you Brian- being a guy is no excuse.

Which is Worse?

Drew dropped me off at the door and said he'd drive around the parking lot and pick me back up. He's a gentleman like that, plus it was raining.
So I went inside and made my purchase. I exited the door and saw his car parked waiting for me. As soon as he saw me he pulled up so I would not have to get wet. Swoon :)
I opened the door and started to climb in. My left buttox touched the seat when he said, "Uh oh, wrong car." Whaaaat??????????????????????????????????????

Oh my gawwwwwwwwd. I tried to climb in the wrong car, was halfway inside the wrong car. My buttoxus was touching the seat of the wrong car.
The worst part was my husband and kid saw me do it. Oh the horror!!! It was raining and dark people, I'm not a lunatic. usually
So I was the butt of various jokes all night long. ( get it butt.....I know)

So on to the which is worse. One time at the movies Drew went inside the ladie's room. I yelled at him ,"YOU"RE IN THE LADIE"S ROOM!" And he came back out. But really if I hadn't yelled at him he never would have known and someone would surely have decked him with her purse or pushed him into the sink. So I actually was a hero, though a minor and soon forgotten one.

Anyhow, he says my getting in a stranger's car was worse than him going into the ladie's room. What do you think? I think his had the most potential for disaster so was therefore worse. Plus I had my clothes on.

FAIL

FAIL blog. I love that site. I love seeing FAIL written all over things that FAIL.

And now I am awarding Brian a big, giant FAIL. You have a FAIL Brian. How ya like me now?
FAIL for Brian.
Brian has FAILed.

I have deleted my very important message to you on facebook. It is gone because you refused to read it. Now you will never know what it said. FAIL.

Sure, you'll wonder for all eternity what it said; " Has she pledged her undying love to me?"
"Did she give me some kind of awesome award?"
" Did she say she was mailing some kind of debilitating disease found only in Texas in a letter to me and not to open it?"
"Does she want to be bffs now that she's dropped Ted?"

You will never, ever know Brian because you have received a FAIL.



Oh yeah, Happy birthday. You're middle aged now , right?

No Sale

Here is a shot of a new Valentine card I have for sale in my shop. For some reason it's not selling.

Blitz, Blitz, a Ball Room Blitz

And so we were at dinner last night (I know I write about restaurant experiences a lot but honestly it's the only thing I do that remotely resembles having a life) when that song bar room blitz came on. It's a pretty cool song and Drew asks me if it's Ted Nugent singing it.
"No way, that's a pretty good song" (sorry Ted ).
" I'm pretty sure it's Ted Nugent"
"Nah"
Then Drew starts messing with his phone to see who sang it. He asked me, the compound word challenged , if bar room was one word or two. One word or two, I never know. He couldn't find it so he just typed in Ted Nugent.
" Here's something about Ted saying he's going to kill Hillary and Obama"
" Is he in jail? If there is someone I'd take at their word about killing me it'd be him" He was kicked off as a columnist on our local paper for his radical views after all
" I don't know, I don't know. Here it is. It's ball room blitz (one word or two?). A play on words or something something, ahhh I can't see it"
Hmmmmm
That was when I realized my BFF relationship with Ted was over for good. I didn't even care about his death threats or his song. I had to face it. I've felt empty all these months emailing Ted and having him not email me back because I wouldn't pay--so one sided you know. Guess we're breaking up Ted. If you have anything to say about this don't email me and I'll know how you feel.

I refuse to cry.

Hee Haw

Dear Lady who kept laughing so very loudly in Logan's Roadhouse while we were eating dinner,

Thanks so much for ruining our only night out with your non stop laughing antics. You sounded just like a braying donkey only a little louder. Thanks. I had to forcibly keep my fork from poking out my left eye.

You're in your 50's so surely someone by now has stared at you rudely (I mean besides myself) or asked you to please keep it down. Your poor husband sat beside you like he was in a daze, my gawd the horrors you must have put him through over the years. You probably blab at the poor guy non stop and drive your daughter in law bat shit with your inane chattering.

Please stay home if you can't control yourself in the future. No one was amused by you. Absolutely no one.