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Tidings of Comfort, Victory, and GIVEAWAYS!!!!!


1.  My Cranberry pie finally won!  After a tragic finish at an ugly sweater party, and being overshadowed by the chocolate pecan pie at Thanksgiving, my Nantucket Cranberry Pie (which I took to the next level with a chocolate cream cheese icing)  got first place at the office holiday party Top Chef competition. I am happy.

2.  I also coincidentally won a caption contest on my favorite horse blog, and for my witty mockery was awarded a gift certificate for horse tack!  As I currently don't have a horse of my own, I'm giving it to Camp K.  I hope my mother and her 3 horses, 2 mules and 2 donkeys forgive me.  But I'm still claiming victory on that one, and relishing in being mentioned on my favorite blog in the same post as my international heroes.

3. GIVEAWAY!!!!  I was inspired by a number of blogs giving away x-boxes, TVs, designer handbags, and gift cards to the moon, but I decided that you don't actually need to be rich to share the love.  Therefore, I am announcing the very first Lorraine in Spain BirthdayChristmasNewYear giveaway!!!!  And entering is EASY! All you have to do is leave a semi amusing or extremely funny comment on this blog post, and then I will choose a winner using a randomizer found on these here internets.

So, what are you going to win????

 a) one stoneware ceramic creation glazed and fired, created by yours truly.
b) one splendid thing I find on Etsy.
c) one silly ghost written letter from the President of my University thanking you for any fake donation of your choice (as long as it is in good taste. make good choices) on University letterhead.
d) a picture of Dan doing something ridiculous. 

I KNOW YOU WANT TO WIN THIS. If you've never commented before, don't be afraid! We're all friends here, and I will not hold your secret stalking against you.  So go for it kiddies, and merry holidays! Please comment before Christmas to be eligible!

Comments

adam said…
roses are red, violets are violet, i think (because I am colorblind), i better win this freaking giveaway and that is the end of my poem.
Alissa King said…
Sure one 'RANDOM' person will win, huh? As your sister I will pretend to be shocked when I 'randomly' win, but if I don't win I am going to get my computer husband to hack your blog and fill it with pictures of finger nail clippings... so I hope your randomizer goes from comment 1 to 1 is all I'm saying.

ME! I win! No Whammy, No Whammy!
Alissa King said…
no!! comment 2 to 2! who is adam? I'm going to get you if you win my prize adam, you hear me....
Alissa King said…
hey... is there a limit how many times I can comment?
Unknown said…
In case you have not read this before. This is probably the best story on my blog so far.

http://my44.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-changing-event.html
Daniel T said…
If I win, will you burn the incriminating picture?
padruss said…
I was at the post office the other day to pick up a package the mail man was to lazy to deliver to the house, but inspired enough to make out a slip and leave it in the mailbox telling me it would be available to pick up the next day. Heaven knows to walk to the door is more than a civil servant should be asked to do. I went the next day, 7 miles, to the postal annex to collect my box. There was a lady there screaming and cursing because she too was there to pick up a box. She was on one. Cussing and using the Lords name in vain, yelling at the poor civil servant who was looking in racks of undeliverd boxes. She was on the cell phone with the sender of the package telling them what a fool the U.S. postal service was and what lazy idiots (X-rated superlatives excluded), worked for the Post Office. I agreed with most of it but she was overboard on this one. She used every possible swear word and in every possible configuration I had ever heard. Some I didn't quiet understand but very well delivered. Finally the exhausted post man yells from behind a mountain of undelivered boxes and asks what is in the package. Ms Violent lady asks the person on the cell phone what was in the box. Ms violent pauses for a moment and says in a quiet and somewhat contrite manner. "It is a nativity scene with a crystal baby Jesus". A few seconds go by and the unseen voice from behind the security of the racks of boxes says, "Was it broken when she mailed it?" The next few sentences can not be described but did included where boxes, broken crystal and the employees of the Post Office should put their heads and all manner of other objects.
I love Christmas. This is a true story. Think twice before sending any crystal baby Jesus's via the U.S mail. Happy Holidays.

Russ Evans
Lil' Sally said…
Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element of surprise, random acts of unpredictability? If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced.

What would Mulder do?
mulemama said…
I should win this because A: since you said you were sorry, your admission of guilt at not giving me the $40 voucher to buy something warm and fuzzy for 7 sodden equines (ooh, is that part of the 12 days of christmas?), having been drenched by the Sou'wester storm-of-a-century for the last 7 days, this proves I have already been shorted something by you. And B: I was informed today that the box of divinity that was headed my way from Dennis and Jan was NOT headed my way because they are sick and didn't want to mix cooties into the candy. Shorted again. AND, C: Just because Padruss can make slightly longer run-on sentences than me and Alissa has her various threats and Adam recites poetry(?) and Daniel is already trying to destroy valuable prizes before they are even awarded and Lil' Sally thinks that a reference to some TV show not even filmed in America will win any of them the prize, they are wrong. I will be 'randomly' awarded the prize because I was shorted, twice, and the 'Universe' owes me...
Tiffanie said…
AWESOME!!! I love blog giveaways! I too have yet to have one...one of these days I will!!! My funny post..here goes: since thanksgiving the kiddo's have been making me nuts with their arguing over anything...ANYTHING!!!! from toothpaste to socks! and 1000 things in between....we have this super awesome Elf Bernard (Bernie) who shows up the Sunday after Thanksgiving (usually) to track the naught/nice-ness of the Jackson children who reside in this house....well...last week Bernie decided that it was time to let ole St.Nick himself know just how 'naughty' these lovely little nose pickers have been not to mention MOM really need something to soften her heart after she cleaned bedroom of two cute little female mess makers!! SOOO on tuesday of last week as the kids return home from school they find a HUGE RED wrapped box on the front porch (a bit hammered from the ride! oh and only ONE person we know of decorates TOTALLY in RED! and they NO it!) SO totally excited to think we may have a secret Santa they rip into this box....only to find another much smaller and very pretty box and a letter...Dallin tears into the letter only to find "from the desk of santa" at the top of the page...TOTALLY excited Jentrie lifts the lid off of the pretty little box...only to discover a small sampling of....yes you guessed it COAL!!!! Immediately she starts to cry...then Peyton starts to cry...then I with an academy award winning straight face takes the letter from dallin and starts to read...Santa was very quick to name all the wonderful things the Jackson children have been doing...however ending each greatness with a "but!!" Bernie the elf knew things that had happened at school such as Jentrie planning a very sneaky way to get out of coming home to clean her room that BACK FIRED...only she didn't know that i knew....to find out that Bernie the elf had been taking pictures of mom cleaning a HORRIBLY messy room with HER camera...he knew about Valerie's unreal rock collection found amongst the nastiness of her bedroom....the AR points of Dallin that are a bit lacking...to Peyton's ability to argue with the a door knob! LOL...HILARIOUS!!! Mom was even cussed and TISKED for cleaning rooms....IT was fantabulous! I had to hide in my car in the garage to giggle in private!!! they I might say have been much better...not perfect...but hey who is...and they are kids! lol...but drastically better...i think it helps that the box of coal is a nice center piece on our kitchen table as well as a huge conversation starter to anyone who enters...it even appeared at Show-N-Tell....I asked Peyton why he was crying and he said "because Bernie tattle tailed on us and now Santa's gonna put us on the Naughty list and I will never get my toy shot gun!" LOL....Best part of my day and got me out of my bad mood!!! If you want to read the actual letter send me an email and I will email it to you!!! It was great!!! Dallin even had the Grandpa Val nod going! Fabulous!!! Okay...this was not a short story...and I could go on...but I won't...I would love to win candy from your blog...however, I would be most happy with your recipes from your fantastic pies!! :) Loves and Hugs from Aunt Tiff! (ps...soon I will get my blog updated...hang on!)
Tiffanie said…
AWESOME!!! I love blog giveaways! I too have yet to have one...one of these days I will!!! My funny post..here goes: since thanksgiving the kiddo's have been making me nuts with their arguing over anything...ANYTHING!!!! from toothpaste to socks! and 1000 things in between....we have this super awesome Elf Bernard (Bernie) who shows up the Sunday after Thanksgiving (usually) to track the naught/nice-ness of the Jackson children who reside in this house....well...last week Bernie decided that it was time to let ole St.Nick himself know just how 'naughty' these lovely little nose pickers have been not to mention MOM really need something to soften her heart after she cleaned bedroom of two cute little female mess makers!! SOOO on tuesday of last week as the kids return home from school they find a HUGE RED wrapped box on the
Tiffaniew said…
okay really I have no idea what happened there...and why only part of it...way weird...but I can't delete it... :( odd! lol
Lacey J. said…
What do call a reindeer wearing earmuffs?....Wait for it.... Anything you want! He can't hear you! Dear Randomizer, please pick me. It's my Christmas wish. Love, Lace
Brooke Lyndsey said…
I was driving down 3500 South in West Valley and ....

Ok intercepting here- Garit's post he left you to read. OMG. I just spent 15 minutes gagging at work about how tragic that was. I left an incredibly long comment, too long for someone I don't know, about the affects it had on me. umm... yeah... almost peed my pants at work. No good.

So there I am driving down 3500 south in West Valley and I come up this apartment complex. Four apartments, run down yard, the usual. Outside in the yard there is one of those "home-depot style" red signs that say "Apartment For Rent" with a phone number and name below. Right next to it is another red sign. The same sign, only on this sign someone had altered it to say, "Apartmento for Rento" followed by the same phone number and name. They litterally had taken a giant black sharpie and just tacked and "O" onto the end of two words and presumed that that would magically transform the sign into Spanish. Really????? I was trying to take a picture for evidence, but I didn't want to slow down too much for fear of getting shot or mugged because of the area I was in. Maybe next time I'll be able to snag the picture. There's a random story to go along with the random picker theme.

Happy BIRTHDAY Lois!! I'll love you regardless of the give-away (and that's why I should win...)
Daniel T said…
No, really, if I win will you burn that picture?
mulemama said…
I think that you who post extra times are trying to cheat the 'Randomizer'. DING!
Karen said…
oh man, I'm SO UPSET I DIDN'T GET TO SEE THIS UNTIL NOW!!!!!!

:( I hope the winner realizes how freakin lucky they are!

love love love you!

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