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The winners will be posted this evening!
And no, I didn’t die of embarassment, as someone asked. But the sleep deprivation in this house has reached critical levels, and stringing together coherent sentences has become very hard and so I haven’t posted much lately.
So instead of trying to come up with something to post about, I’m just going to give away some free stuff.
First, I am giving away a $10 Starbucks giftcard! Just think of all the caffeine that could buy…well, ok, it’s not much, but still.
It’s coffee.
And it’s free.
I am also giving away a cute little photo frame. And I mean little! I think the picture it holds is about 1.5 inches. Here is what mine looks like, with my kids’ Christmas photo from last year:
Only you get your own all wrapped up in bubble wrap and without my kids in it.
Just in case you wondered.
Anyway, leave a comment saying which prize you’d like to win and then head over to Bloggy Giveaways for more great prizes! And remember to leave me a link to your blog or your email address if you want to actually receive your prize. And this giveaway is only open to addresses in the US or Canada (that’s to give you a chance to win, Ange!).
Happy fall, ya’ll.
I’m going to take a nap now.
To bring you complete and utter mortification.
Today my cable company came out to see if they could re-hook my cable, which was partially disconnected by that unnamed large satelite tv provider henceforth known as the devil (and I signed a 2-year contract with the devil, ya’ll).
The cable company said that they don’t go into the attic or anything, but that their guy would check the cable box and see if they could just re-hook it there, otherwise the devil would have to do it.
So this afternoon a youngish, not unattractive man (Isaac if you’re reading this, the only reason I mention that is because it makes my mortification that much worse. If you were a woman you’d understand this) so, a youngish, not unattractive man shows up at my door and looks at the cables and decides to go above and beyond the call of duty.
Literally.
He went up into the attic to see what he could see.
And what he saw were two foundational garments hanging on the doorknob that he had to unlock and open to get to the attic access through our laundry room.
And ya’ll.
Ya’ll.
I don’t have small, discreet foundational garments.
So I did what any modest girl would do and pretended that it didn’t happen, that they didn’t exist and that he didn’t see anything.
And then he went into my bedroom to check the outlets there.
My bedroom.
By now most of you know about my laundry habits while my husband is deployed.
So, needless to say, there were more foundational garments lying on the bed in all their not-small glory.
The bed which he had to get behind to reach the cable outlet.
I won’t even mention the boudoir pictures on the wall that I had taken for my husband two years ago when he was in Afghanistan and I was skinny.
The ones of me in my foundational garments and little else.
The ones I would hide if I knew someone was going into my bedroom.
I really just might die of the mortification.
The past few days I have spent hours on the phone with [unnamed large satellite tv provider].
I signed up for them about a month ago as part of a new bundle offer in my area. So many lines and cables were destroyed in Katrina that all the utility bills here are shockingly high.
So I thought I’d save some money.
Even though I didn’t really like [unnamed large satellite tv provider].
And now? A month later? After wasting hours and hours of my time, charging me $135 for my “free” service, and then not providing me with any networks except CBS? (And I love me some CSI, but lemmetellya there is no way I’m living without ABC and Pushing Daisies. And FOX and 24? If I have to miss it I will go into serious withdrawals and the resulting eye twitching will just be a hazard to everyone.).
I am canceling [unnamed large satellite tv provider].
They are dead to me.
Or at least they will be 7-10 business days after their billing dispute department receives my letter asking them to cancel the early cancellation fee that no one told me about.
After that?
Dead to me.
Ξ October 17th, 2007 | → 4 Comments | ∇ Kids |
Today on the way to Michaels:
Chloe: Mom can we buy some pumpkins and Halloween decorations at Michaels?
Me: No, I think we’re going to wait and just decorate for Christmas.
Chloe: Did God make pumpkins?
Me: (still feeling like a confident, knowledgeable mom) Yep! God made everything.
Luke: Did God make animals?
Me: Yes.
Luke: Did God make lions?
Chloe: How did God make people?
Me: Yes, He hade lions. And He made Adam out of dirt and He made Eve from Adam’s rib.
Luke: Did God make Nile crocodiles?
Chloe: Did God make me?
Me: (getting just a little frazzled at this point by the questions all being asked at the same time while I am trapped in the car on the way to Michales) Yes, God made you and crocodiles.
Chloe: How did God make me?
Luke: Did God make camels?
Me: Yes He made camels and He made you as a baby in my tummy.
Luke: Did God make giraffes?
Chloe: How did He make me in your tummy?
Me: (getting a little frantic for a distraction at this point) Yes He made giraffes, and He took a little part of daddy and a little part of mommy and they grew into a baby in my tummy.
Luke: Did God make elephants?
Chloe: But HOW did I get in your tummy?
Me: (desperately) What kind of pumpkin should we get at Michaels?
An hour later, back in the car…
Luke: Did God make birds?
Chloe: When can we make our wreath? Where are we going to put our pumpkin? Are we going to put a face on our pumpkin? Can I help you make the wreath?
Luke: Did God make pumas?
At least one of them got distracted…
Do you see it?
My countdown at the top of the page?
59 days.
Less than two months.
Maybe I should start actually putting away my laundry…
It may take the next two months.
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