I left work last Tuesday, giddy with the excitement of being on Thanksgiving break. Five glorious days loomed before me with unlimited possibilities--I had friends I wanted to catch up with, cleaning that I wanted to get done, books that I planned on finishing, and sleeping in was going to be mandatory. Now as I'm sliding into the last few hours of the break, those five days went all too quickly and quite honestly, I'm not sure where they went.
I lost a few hours on Wednesday taking my dog to the park where we met an older gentleman and his golden retriever. We walked along a gravel road with leaves dancing around us, the dogs playfully jumping after another then alternately begging for treats. The gentleman and I laughed at the similarities in our dogs, how they both put a paw in our lap when they want a treat and nudge our hands when we stop petting them for a second. He shared his stories about his career, how he loves his dog more than anything, and how he loves to spend his days at the park. I didn't learn the gentleman's name until we parted ways, but it was a lovely afternoon.
Thursday after a big dinner with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins I believe I lost track of time playing Uno and Apples to Apples. Its sort of become a family tradition (one that many of us enjoy) to play games after dinner. We have the opportunity to spend time together laughing, talking, and just plain having fun. Then of course, there was an hour here or there when I perused the Black Friday ads with my mom and aunts over cherry pie and other wonderfully decadent desserts while sipping coffee.
A few hours went by quickly on Friday after I decidedly broke my no-shopping-on-Black-Friday rule to venture out to pick up just a few things. Then I might have lost another hour or so at the book store because I simply couldn't pass up the parking spot right in front of the store, I mean, really, it was meant to be. Then I suppose time passed rather swiftly later that afternoon and evening while I watched a few chick flicks snuggling with my dog. And there may have been a nap.
This weekend? Well I really had no concept of time since my mother practically pulled me from my bed and forced me to go shopping with her (and by forced I mean all she did was ask). Honestly, we only ran to the shopping center to get one thing. One thing promptly turned into multiple shopping bags from multiple stores stashed in the back of her car, a movie complete with sharing a huge bag of popcorn while slurping on icees, and an impromptu spin though the Festival of Lights.
There was also decorating. Lots and lots of decorating both inside and out. I spent some time here and there putting up outside lights, taking them down after it was discovered they were most likely a bit too old, running to the store for new lights, then putting those ones up. There were also a few hours spent carefully decorating the Christmas tree with meaningful family ornaments and popcorn garland, then watching as it fell over in slow motion the next day only to have to repeat the entire process.
I lost minutes and hours along the way chatting to long distance friends on the phone, grabbing a cup of coffee with friends in from out of town, and sticking a few cards in the mail. I spent moments holding my stomach from laughing too hard at something someone said, quietly taking in the chaos and loudness of family around me, and probably a few moments where I wanted to bang my head off the nearest hard surface (sometimes my family and long lines at stores have that affect on me).
I didn't sleep in at all, the books are all still unopened on my bookshelf, and there were friends that I haven't caught up with yet. Looking back on those five glorious days though I can't think of a better way to lose track of time. Can you?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A Favorite Memory & A Few Thankful Thoughts
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite times of the year. My families annual Thanksgiving dinner takes place at my grandparents house with an abundance of food, drinks, chaos, loudness, laughter, and more desserts than should be legal. There's something very traditional and comforting about it. In all of my 20 something years, I've only missed Thanksgiving once.
Several years ago, my best friend had moved out of town and due to her job wouldn't be able to be home for the holiday. She was miserable at the prospect of facing her first Thanksgiving without her family, and as her friend I refused to let her be alone. Neither of us had ever spent a major holiday without our immediate family or had any idea of all the time and effort that goes into preparing such an elaborate dinner. Actually, we had no idea how to even prepare a turkey or properly time the cooking of all the sides so that we didn't have cold green bean casserole and lukewarm mashed potatoes.
There were a lot of tears of frustration and both of us wishing we were home that year but also a lot of laughs and bonding over the ridiculousness of the absurdity of it all. That year, we cooked turkey breasts on the Foreman instead of a full turkey; the green beans came straight from a can, nuked in the microwave; the potatoes horribly lumpy because she didn't own a mixer; and the pumpkin pie was store bought Thanksgiving morning, half price because the store was closing for the holiday. There was nothing traditional about it, yet there in that moment we had everything we needed and made the best of the situation. Truth be told, its one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories.
This year as I am gathering with my family taking part in the traditional festivities I'll be remembering those who aren't with their families for whatever reason. I'll be taking time to remember what I'm thankful for and the blessings that have made my life incredibly rich in this past year including my family, my friends, and my health.
One of those blessings that I feel compelled to expand upon is YOU. Thank you for always taking time out of your busy days to read what I've written, sharing a part of yourself with me through your comments, and continually inspiring me to better myself. I am very grateful for each and every comment I receive and am incredibly lucky to call many of you my friends.
I hope you all have a very blessed Thanksgiving!
Several years ago, my best friend had moved out of town and due to her job wouldn't be able to be home for the holiday. She was miserable at the prospect of facing her first Thanksgiving without her family, and as her friend I refused to let her be alone. Neither of us had ever spent a major holiday without our immediate family or had any idea of all the time and effort that goes into preparing such an elaborate dinner. Actually, we had no idea how to even prepare a turkey or properly time the cooking of all the sides so that we didn't have cold green bean casserole and lukewarm mashed potatoes.
There were a lot of tears of frustration and both of us wishing we were home that year but also a lot of laughs and bonding over the ridiculousness of the absurdity of it all. That year, we cooked turkey breasts on the Foreman instead of a full turkey; the green beans came straight from a can, nuked in the microwave; the potatoes horribly lumpy because she didn't own a mixer; and the pumpkin pie was store bought Thanksgiving morning, half price because the store was closing for the holiday. There was nothing traditional about it, yet there in that moment we had everything we needed and made the best of the situation. Truth be told, its one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories.
This year as I am gathering with my family taking part in the traditional festivities I'll be remembering those who aren't with their families for whatever reason. I'll be taking time to remember what I'm thankful for and the blessings that have made my life incredibly rich in this past year including my family, my friends, and my health.
One of those blessings that I feel compelled to expand upon is YOU. Thank you for always taking time out of your busy days to read what I've written, sharing a part of yourself with me through your comments, and continually inspiring me to better myself. I am very grateful for each and every comment I receive and am incredibly lucky to call many of you my friends.
I hope you all have a very blessed Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Kicking Off The Holidays
I'm in holiday mode. I know its not even Thanksgiving yet, but after spending a great day with my mom on Saturday in Pittsburgh its impossible to not be in the swing of things.
Big T and I headed to Pittsburgh early on Saturday. Spending the day with my mom was all sorts of wonderful. My mom and I are close, but stepping out of our normal everyday routine was really nice. We were able to have one of those talks that we only seem to have when we're in the car together.
We took in an absolutely amazing Christmas Spectacular by the Radio City Rockettes at the Benedum Center. I fell in love with this show several years ago after first seeing it in New York City, but honestly, finally sharing it with my mom made it all that much better. The show is truly for all ages and for the entirety of the show I was swept away into the magic of Christmas. I sat like a child on the edge of my seat watching it all unfold before me. The show went by much too quickly. From the classic wooden solider scene showcasing the precision of the choreography, to the iconic NYC one, to the captivating living nativity complete with live animals, I was completely lost in all aspects of the artistry. Both the wooden solider and living nativity scene have been in the show since 1933.
After the show, mom and I wandered over to PPG Place which is Pittsburgh's answer to Rockefeller Plaza. The huge Christmas tree, surrounded by a skating rink, provided the backdrop for many people choosing to spend the late evening just milling around taking it all in or casually strolling past the hundreds of gingerbread houses in the window fronts. The rest of Pittsburgh was bathed in the soft glow of lights (Light Up Night had been the night before) from majestic wreaths on the front of buildings, to old fashioned light posts draped in lights and evergreen, to window fronts elaborately decorated.
Everything just seems more beautiful and magical this time of year. I'm really excited to be kicking off the holidays. Maybe its a feeling of nostalgia that comes over me, but I do really believe that people are a little bit nicer to each other this time of year; that people maybe go out of their way a little bit more for their fellow man; that during the holiday season we all tap into our inner child to just believe in the spirit of the season.
Big T and I headed to Pittsburgh early on Saturday. Spending the day with my mom was all sorts of wonderful. My mom and I are close, but stepping out of our normal everyday routine was really nice. We were able to have one of those talks that we only seem to have when we're in the car together.
We took in an absolutely amazing Christmas Spectacular by the Radio City Rockettes at the Benedum Center. I fell in love with this show several years ago after first seeing it in New York City, but honestly, finally sharing it with my mom made it all that much better. The show is truly for all ages and for the entirety of the show I was swept away into the magic of Christmas. I sat like a child on the edge of my seat watching it all unfold before me. The show went by much too quickly. From the classic wooden solider scene showcasing the precision of the choreography, to the iconic NYC one, to the captivating living nativity complete with live animals, I was completely lost in all aspects of the artistry. Both the wooden solider and living nativity scene have been in the show since 1933.
After the show, mom and I wandered over to PPG Place which is Pittsburgh's answer to Rockefeller Plaza. The huge Christmas tree, surrounded by a skating rink, provided the backdrop for many people choosing to spend the late evening just milling around taking it all in or casually strolling past the hundreds of gingerbread houses in the window fronts. The rest of Pittsburgh was bathed in the soft glow of lights (Light Up Night had been the night before) from majestic wreaths on the front of buildings, to old fashioned light posts draped in lights and evergreen, to window fronts elaborately decorated.
Everything just seems more beautiful and magical this time of year. I'm really excited to be kicking off the holidays. Maybe its a feeling of nostalgia that comes over me, but I do really believe that people are a little bit nicer to each other this time of year; that people maybe go out of their way a little bit more for their fellow man; that during the holiday season we all tap into our inner child to just believe in the spirit of the season.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Book Giveaway Winner
Last week, I decided to pass on the good blog karma I've been receiving with a book giveaway.
And the winner is (thanks to Random.org)...
And the winner is (thanks to Random.org)...
Jess from Everyday Adventures of Me in the City!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Finally Sharing It With My Mom
The first time I saw the Radio City Rockettes I was thirteen years old. I remember it being so incredibly magical -- the costumes trimmed with white fur, the full orchestra, the splendor and ornateness of Radio City Music Hall. As a young girl who had taken tap classes since the age of five, seeing the famous Rockettes live and in person was huge for my teenage self. I sat there mesmerized for the entirety of the show completely enraptured. As I sat there taking it all in, I couldn't help but wish my mom was there with me.
We had been planning our trip to New York City for several months. The red eye bus was sponsored by a local hospital auxiliary where my mom's best friend worked. My mom and I along with our best friends (also mother and daughter) would board a tour bus at midnight that would drive us all night then drop us off in Times Square around 7 in the morning. We would have all day to explore the city and see the show before getting picked up again in Times Square late that night for the trek home. For what seemed like forever, my friend and I made places we wanted to visit with our moms -- the World Trade Center, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty. We wanted to do it all despite how little time we actually had in the city. I dreamed of crowded sidewalks, ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza, seeing the Rockettes and basically thought that it would be like stepping into the New York City snow globe that had a place of honor on my bookshelf.
About five months before the trip, my father left our family changing our lives forever. In the weeks and months that followed, I watched my mom struggle to scrape enough money together to pay the mortgage, while she and my father battled through attorneys. Because nothing was finalized there was no child support or alimony and we were barely getting by. I was old enough to realize that there would be no New York trip for us that year. In addition to the fact that my life had been turned upside down, I was also completely devastated that I wouldn't get to visit the city or see the Rockettes like I had been dreaming and planning about for months. I did my best to try to hide my disappointment from my mom and quit asking her about it.
A few weeks before the trip, my mom surprised me by telling me that I was still going with my best friend and her mom. My friends aunt would be going in my moms place. When I tried to ask how or why, she simply told me to just go and have fun. To this day I don't know where she came up with the extra money that would allow me to take the trip. When the time came, I boarded the bus and took a whirlwind trip that at the time was the trip of my life. I saw the Statue of Liberty and ice skaters in the Plaza. I ate lunch at Tavern on the Green, took a carriage ride through Central Park. I was in awe of the famed Rockefeller Christmas tree and the holiday store window displays. The highlight of the trip was our visit to Radio City Music Hall to see the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. I am pretty sure I cried more than once while watching the show both because of the beauty of the show itself and the fact that my mom wasn't there to share it with me.
This Saturday, all these years later, my mom and I will finally get to see the National Tour of the Radio City Rockettes together in Pittsburgh. I am beyond giddy and have essentially returned to my thirteen year old self who can't sleep with excitement. I am so happy to be finally sharing this with my mom who so long ago made my dream trip a reality even though she couldn't afford to go herself. I don't know what sacrifices my mom made for that trip to happen, but I've never forgotten. I know that on Saturday when the orchestra begins playing and the dancers start tapping I'll be completely enthralled again, only this time it will be better because my mom will be there with me.
We had been planning our trip to New York City for several months. The red eye bus was sponsored by a local hospital auxiliary where my mom's best friend worked. My mom and I along with our best friends (also mother and daughter) would board a tour bus at midnight that would drive us all night then drop us off in Times Square around 7 in the morning. We would have all day to explore the city and see the show before getting picked up again in Times Square late that night for the trek home. For what seemed like forever, my friend and I made places we wanted to visit with our moms -- the World Trade Center, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty. We wanted to do it all despite how little time we actually had in the city. I dreamed of crowded sidewalks, ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza, seeing the Rockettes and basically thought that it would be like stepping into the New York City snow globe that had a place of honor on my bookshelf.
About five months before the trip, my father left our family changing our lives forever. In the weeks and months that followed, I watched my mom struggle to scrape enough money together to pay the mortgage, while she and my father battled through attorneys. Because nothing was finalized there was no child support or alimony and we were barely getting by. I was old enough to realize that there would be no New York trip for us that year. In addition to the fact that my life had been turned upside down, I was also completely devastated that I wouldn't get to visit the city or see the Rockettes like I had been dreaming and planning about for months. I did my best to try to hide my disappointment from my mom and quit asking her about it.
A few weeks before the trip, my mom surprised me by telling me that I was still going with my best friend and her mom. My friends aunt would be going in my moms place. When I tried to ask how or why, she simply told me to just go and have fun. To this day I don't know where she came up with the extra money that would allow me to take the trip. When the time came, I boarded the bus and took a whirlwind trip that at the time was the trip of my life. I saw the Statue of Liberty and ice skaters in the Plaza. I ate lunch at Tavern on the Green, took a carriage ride through Central Park. I was in awe of the famed Rockefeller Christmas tree and the holiday store window displays. The highlight of the trip was our visit to Radio City Music Hall to see the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. I am pretty sure I cried more than once while watching the show both because of the beauty of the show itself and the fact that my mom wasn't there to share it with me.
This Saturday, all these years later, my mom and I will finally get to see the National Tour of the Radio City Rockettes together in Pittsburgh. I am beyond giddy and have essentially returned to my thirteen year old self who can't sleep with excitement. I am so happy to be finally sharing this with my mom who so long ago made my dream trip a reality even though she couldn't afford to go herself. I don't know what sacrifices my mom made for that trip to happen, but I've never forgotten. I know that on Saturday when the orchestra begins playing and the dancers start tapping I'll be completely enthralled again, only this time it will be better because my mom will be there with me.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Book Giveaway
I've been the recipient of some awesome blog karma these past few weeks. First I received a fun makeup bag courtesy of Lauren from Texas as part of her 6 Months of Blogging Giveaway. Then last week I won a new blog design from Kay who writes at her newly revamped blog Apartment #412 (Yay for a blog makeover!). So its high time to keep the blog love going with my own giveaway.
With the weather getting colder and night settling in before I even leave the office, my evening activity often involves me drinking a cup of tea along with whatever book I happen to be reading. While I usually read a book then quickly move on to the next one, lately I've been reading some awesome books that have left me thinking long after I've turned the last page. So a book giveaway seems entirely appropriate.
Simply leave a comment telling me about your favorite book, a book you've read lately that you've fallen in love with, or a book that you really want to read.
Next Sunday night, I'll randomly draw a winner and send them a book.
With the weather getting colder and night settling in before I even leave the office, my evening activity often involves me drinking a cup of tea along with whatever book I happen to be reading. While I usually read a book then quickly move on to the next one, lately I've been reading some awesome books that have left me thinking long after I've turned the last page. So a book giveaway seems entirely appropriate.
Simply leave a comment telling me about your favorite book, a book you've read lately that you've fallen in love with, or a book that you really want to read.
Next Sunday night, I'll randomly draw a winner and send them a book.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Invitiation
I've been incredibly introspective this week, not because of any one big thing but rather several smaller ones. It seems as though whenever I happen to find myself in this frame of mind my blogging suffers. While I could post little snippets or vignettes of whats been happening in my life this week, by the time sit down to write I know I couldn't do those thoughts the justice they deserve. Does anyone else ever seem to have that problem? Instead of posting a meme or letting another day pass without posting, I thought I would share a beautiful poem that Ashley shared with me via twitter a few weeks ago. Its one of those things that I needed to read right at that moment and has been rolling around in my head ever since. The poem is just one of those beautiful pieces of art that challenges you to think.
The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Oh What A Night
This past weekend found me in Columbus with some of my most favorite people for a 21st birthday celebration. We stayed out till the wee hours of the morning. Drank too many shots and way too much beer. We danced and sang along with the music til we were hoarse. It was all worth it when, at the conclusion of the night, the birthday girl declared her love for each of us and said "I'm pretty sure that was the best night of my life."
There's something to be said for spending time with the people who've known you through the good and the bad, yet love you anyway. People who will always have your best interest at heart. People who can infuriate you one minute and make you laugh the next. They're the friends that over time turn into family. They are the ones that make this ride of life more fun, meaningful, and unforgettable.
There's something to be said for spending time with the people who've known you through the good and the bad, yet love you anyway. People who will always have your best interest at heart. People who can infuriate you one minute and make you laugh the next. They're the friends that over time turn into family. They are the ones that make this ride of life more fun, meaningful, and unforgettable.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Sometimes I...
Sometimes I speak without thinking. I'm trying to correct this but sometimes my temper gets the best of me.
Sometimes I come home from work, put on sweats, grab my favorite blanket and a book; then spend the rest of the evening reading. Now that its cold I find myself doing this more and more.
Sometimes I get ridiculously excited for weekend trips to Columbus to visit my friends. There will be birthday shenanigans galore this weekend that may or may not include a dueling piano bar.
Sometimes I procrastinate getting gas, sometimes it pays off like tonight. Gas was 10 cents cheaper!
Sometimes I finally do make it to the post office to mail packages that have been sitting on my floor for, oh I dont know, THREE months! As an added bonus I mailed some letters to friends.
Sometimes I try to convince my younger cousins that cleaning is fun and that they should come help me complete the dreadful task. Unfortunately kids these days are just too damn smart for my own good.
Sometimes I treat myself to a chocolate raspberry chai in the middle of the week just because, sometimes just making it to the middle of the week is a small victory.
Sometimes I settle in to watch a DVD, only to end up taking a nap through the whole thing.
Sometimes I go days without watching television and truthfully, I don't miss it at all.
Sometimes I start listening to Christmas music entirely way too early, but its just so darn catchy. Barry Manilow has a new Christmas cd out and I'm going to see the Rockettes in Pittsburgh this month!
Sometimes I shake my fist at Mother Nature when I have to scrape the frost off of my windshield twice in one week, I'm not ready for winter just yet (or ever).
Sometimes I burrow down under my warm covers and hit my snooze button no less than 5 times because I just don't want to leave the warm cocoon of my bed.
Sometimes I get really behind on my blog reading and commenting during NaBloPoMo, but really admire those who can do it and stick with it all month. I could not.
Sometimes I think the best party of my day is coming home from work and being greeted my Golden Retriever who wags her whole body, cries, and then immediately rolls over for a belly rub.
Your turn, fill in the blank. Sometimes I ________________.
Sometimes I come home from work, put on sweats, grab my favorite blanket and a book; then spend the rest of the evening reading. Now that its cold I find myself doing this more and more.
Sometimes I get ridiculously excited for weekend trips to Columbus to visit my friends. There will be birthday shenanigans galore this weekend that may or may not include a dueling piano bar.
Sometimes I procrastinate getting gas, sometimes it pays off like tonight. Gas was 10 cents cheaper!
Sometimes I finally do make it to the post office to mail packages that have been sitting on my floor for, oh I dont know, THREE months! As an added bonus I mailed some letters to friends.
Sometimes I try to convince my younger cousins that cleaning is fun and that they should come help me complete the dreadful task. Unfortunately kids these days are just too damn smart for my own good.
Sometimes I treat myself to a chocolate raspberry chai in the middle of the week just because, sometimes just making it to the middle of the week is a small victory.
Sometimes I settle in to watch a DVD, only to end up taking a nap through the whole thing.
Sometimes I go days without watching television and truthfully, I don't miss it at all.
Sometimes I start listening to Christmas music entirely way too early, but its just so darn catchy. Barry Manilow has a new Christmas cd out and I'm going to see the Rockettes in Pittsburgh this month!
Sometimes I shake my fist at Mother Nature when I have to scrape the frost off of my windshield twice in one week, I'm not ready for winter just yet (or ever).
Sometimes I burrow down under my warm covers and hit my snooze button no less than 5 times because I just don't want to leave the warm cocoon of my bed.
Sometimes I get really behind on my blog reading and commenting during NaBloPoMo, but really admire those who can do it and stick with it all month. I could not.
Sometimes I think the best party of my day is coming home from work and being greeted my Golden Retriever who wags her whole body, cries, and then immediately rolls over for a belly rub.
Your turn, fill in the blank. Sometimes I ________________.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee Winners
Thanks to all of you for entering my Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee Giveaway!
Five winners will receive this awesome prize pack which will include:
• Stealth Switch™: The StealthSwitch™ is “The World’s first desktop cloaking device.” StealthSwitch™ uses patent pending technology to instantly and completely hide applications with a press of the footswitch. The applications are not just are not just minimized, they are made invisible.
• $5 Starbucks® Card
• Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee coupons
• Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee-branded white board
The winners were chosen using Random.org:
Amanda
Jen from Jen's World
Pam
Lisa from Lisa's Yarns
Auburn Kat
Congratulations winners! Please email me your address (mandy {dot} smalltowngirl {at} gmail {dot} com) and I'll forward it on to the right people so you can be sent your prize!
Five winners will receive this awesome prize pack which will include:
• Stealth Switch™: The StealthSwitch™ is “The World’s first desktop cloaking device.” StealthSwitch™ uses patent pending technology to instantly and completely hide applications with a press of the footswitch. The applications are not just are not just minimized, they are made invisible.
• $5 Starbucks® Card
• Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee coupons
• Starbucks Doubleshot Energy+Coffee-branded white board
The winners were chosen using Random.org:
Amanda
Jen from Jen's World
Pam
Lisa from Lisa's Yarns
Auburn Kat
Congratulations winners! Please email me your address (mandy {dot} smalltowngirl {at} gmail {dot} com) and I'll forward it on to the right people so you can be sent your prize!
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