Dec 17, 2008

~ Giveaway Winner ~

No, this is not a picture of me. See above, I am neither blond nor a size 0.


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STEPH!!

You know what's funny, everyone related to, or friends with Joanne is winning. First Andrea, then Steph....seems to just tip toe right around Joanne. = ) And I know Steph put two comments, I only counted her as one entry.

Congrats Steph. Send me your address, and I'll send this luscious gift your way. Let me know which scent you want.

And for the rest, well....my giveaway did exactly what I schemed. Gave me visitors that I don't usually have. And speaking of visitors. Who referred the most? No question and no surprise....my Fab SIL Bobbi. 70 Visitors in 2 days. Thanks Babe. Once Steph chooses her scent I'll let you know which ones are remaining.

Okay, moving on to my life and the need to vent.

1. Every so often the Scary Mommy emerges. Usually under times of stress and pressure. This morning my children were the fortunate recipients of such a mother. The crazy one that is losing her mind and her control. It was so bad in fact that I had to apologize to all of my children and also take the older two Subway for lunch. Time to cut back, time to unwind, time for Christmas Holidays.

2. Discharge Lounge - what does that mean to you? One would think that is refers to the area in a hospital where one waits to be released from said institution. Or it could be another place altogether with the need for buckets and mops. Just a thought.

3. A certain friend of mine, who requests to remain anonymous....but she doesn't go on the Internet so I could say all kinds of things about her and she'd never know. Oh, except her husband reads my blog. Anyway, a certain blond friend of mine thought it would be fun to have emergency surgery. You know, for attention. Why not have laproscopic instruments inserted into places they are not meant to be, and have stuff cut out...that is likely supposed to stay in. So I visited this anonymous friend in her state of semi-lucidity yesterday. And may I say, I was quite witty and entertaining. So much so that she requested that I leave for the hilarity that I was providing. I think she forgot that I cry easily. It's what I did all the way home.

4. While visiting said blond, blue eyes...has three boys...friend. I may have been asked if I was her doctor. Why yes I am. Can she please have an overdose of the good drugs. Because she's told me how fond she is of them. And since I am the doctor, can I have some of those good drugs too. I am a pain, and they are pain killers.

5. Hub and I took on a part time job of clearing snow from Postal Boxes. This sounded like a grand plan at the time. Spend a few hours here and there shovelling. No problem, we're not afraid of hard work.

Actually this was a terrible plan and we are now suffering the consequences of our stupidity. Anyone living in the Alberta vicinity is laughing at us as we spend endless hours shovelling in the last couple weeks. I'm deciding if this job is still worth the trip we plan on taking with the cash.

6. I participated in a Carol Festival over the weekend. The Choir I was involved with was, of course, amazing. And I was told we stole the show. It's possible that the comment came from my mother who is aware of my ease to crying, but it still counts.

7. For any of you that are new to my blog. And came by simply due to the free stuff. Which was a blatant act on my part to make myself more popular. You may slowly come to the realization that sarcasm is my top quality. Next to humility and beauty.

8. Remember the 12 Days of Christmas that I swore would happen at our house. Um.....well.....starting tonight we'll be celebrating the 8 days of Christmas. Some of those ideas I had were dumb anyway, so I just eliminated them and kept the funnest (easiest) ones. Why subject my children to endless Christmas Joy. It's ridiculous.

9. I'm wrapping gifts the other night. Partly to clean out the closet that is beginning to over flow with boxes and bags...and partly to make sure I didn't go hog wild. I was right on track with everyone. Except my new niece. It seems that I've been stocking up for her. I don't think she needs that much stuff. Sorry D, I know you're lurking...but I'm taking some back.

10. Baking. I'm a baker. I enjoy baking, I enjoy eating the baking. Heck, I enjoy eating the dough for the baking. However, who is the baking really for? My family, I never let them eat it. Me, I don't need it. Why do we bake for Christmas Traditions and all. Anyone needing some great baked goods, come on over. We had some to spare.


11. Oh, the weight Challenge. It's Wednesday after all. Well, I'm still falling off my wagon. Haven't gained any weight (possibly due to the extreme manual labour of shovelling the postal boxes) but haven't lost any either. So I declare that this episode of 10 lbs in 100 Days is over. Thank you for tuning in. Congrats to all that stayed on the plan. I even heard of some that lurked the plan. Congrats to you as well. Yes there was a prize incentive at the beginning. Prizes still apply. However it will be after the New Year when they are announced as they were advertised as coming from Bath and Body Works and I'm not going there until after New Years. Tune in for a new challenge in the new year.


12. May I ask the purpose of a windshield wiper. Is it not to WIPE the Shield? I made the misinformed conclusion myself. However there is no trouble shooting manual that comes with the wiper for extreme temperatures, ice, sleet, storms and general nastiness. There is not warning label that says that you should turn on the wipers when you are unaware.....UNAWARE, that they are stuck to the Shield and is now broken because it TRIED to wipe...but was unsuccessful. Now the wiper is trying to wipe the back of the van. Not the window, the license plate. Cause you know, it's broken and going the wrong way. The Gods are against me this week.


13. That's right 13. I know I usually stop at 10....but you came here, so now you have to stay and read it all. Don't want to? Well consider this.


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