Okay, I've decided that computer voting is WEIRD. I mean, fer reals, how is it humanly possible to earn 500 votes in an hour when you haven't moved for days? Is it plausible to jet from #24 to #11 in between Sacrament Meeting and Sunday School?
But this is what I'm up against. And I'm in it now. In it to win it. I know I can do this job, so let's GET Em!
I'm still fluctuating between #20 and #21. If you're new to this contest, I just need to stay in the top 20 until November 10th. I'm hoping this Final Countdown Giveaway will give me a little more exposure. Enough to keep me hanging in there for 10 more days.
First I want to express my deep gratitude to each of you who have been faithfully voting for me and rooting for me. My stone cold heart has never been closer to cracking.
And can I tell you a secret? Please don't tell anyone, but remember that day I threw that tantrum and almost chucked a spatula at my hub? And then I ran away? To my bedroom?Without any shoes? And waited for him to come after me and apologize for being a man? But he didn't?
Well the word he said that made me snap was . . . can't. I hate that word. can't. Isn't it ugly? Especially when combined with the words make and it. My mom only made $5,000 a year, raising seven children, alone (in the snow) (uphill both ways), and I never heard her say those words. She probably thought it all day long, but she never said it.
I grew up thinking I could.
If I wracked my brain and figured it out.
I grew up thinking there. is. always. a. way.
Well, I've never told you this before, but I've always harbored this sneaking suspicion that my hub didn't think I could. At least when it came to my dream. And making it pay off.
The pay off is so important. To some.
For me it's not about the pay off. I just neeeeeeeeeeed to say what I need to say. Can't is not an option.
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling kinda down about the odds and the obstacles in this dagnam voting race. I'm not going to say the "ch" word, but how do you combat certain strategies?
As I laid there sulking my hub looked at me and said the most beautiful words. He said, "you CAN do this!"
He said the word can. And it sounded so lovely. I think he has finally figured out my primary lub language.
When I first started this competition he didn't say much. His silence was like an eyeball roll to the soul. But then he started seeing my votes adding up and multiplying. He saw that people were supporting me and moving me and pushing me forward. His co-workers started coming to him and telling him that I was funny and that they liked my blog. And he started changing. .
Now he's saying things to me like, "If this doesn't work out something else will. You're going to make something happen. You're going to make your dreams come true. People are behind you. You can do this."
THAT is the most priceless gift you guys have ever given me! MAHALO!
So, let's give it a try. And if it doesn't work, let's give something else a try.
Today let's just start by pounding the pavement and getting the word out about this opportunity in my lap.
If you want to know deets and rules about my giveway click this link.
In short, alls you have to do is post this link http://www.sam-e.com/job/entries/506 to your blog or facebook page or twitter to get the word and ask your peeps to click on it and cast a vote for Debbie. (AKA Crash) (eeek. I'm blending my identities. That's kinda weird, huh?)
Once you post the link, make sure you leave a comment on either my facebook wall or here in my comment box on the blog so I can enter you in the drawing for the prize of the day. If you post the link on all three venues you get three entries.
Todays giveaway was generously donated by my good pal in real life, Anjeny, from Ramblings of an Islander.
She donated two darling homemade letter boxes. One of a kind, peeps!
Each box includes four regular size greeting cards w/envelopes, four note-cards with envelopes, and four tags. Inside the flaps there is a little address book attached and a little pocket for storing postage stamps and and a pen in its holder.