A few days ago I commented on a blog. Not a shocking activity for a blogger, is it? The neat part about my comment was that it cemented my involvement in the Pay it Forward Movement. I’ve seen Pay It Forward posts around the net for a while now, and thought it was a great idea.
What happens is you write a post, much like I am doing, but with different words - and maybe some pictures. Everyone who does not have dial up loves pictures! During your post you mention Pay It forward and specify which comments will be involved.
In my case, I have chosen comments number 3, 5 and 8. Do they seem random? they aren’t. Random would be choosing negative sixteen, eighty four and nine billion and one. If you are commenter number 3, 5 or 8 I will request your snail mail address and send you something, BUT you have to do the same on your blog.
Thus, if you decide to leave a comment, and you happen to be 3, 5, or 8 and do not want to play, please make a note of it in your comment!
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In other news, Hubs is picking up his PSP tonight after work, so I will be bored and on the interwebs waiting for you to entertain me. There had better be cotton candy and balloon animals!
I’m drawing a blank here, so I am stealing an Idea from my Blogging Buddy Marilyn.
I will write the first line in a story, and you guys have to keep it going in the comments. Tomorrow I will post the finished story. (If it is not finished, by damn I will make it so!
In a roundabout way, George was glad that he lost his keys. This was mostly because he knew his wife….
:grin: Don’t let me down people! :grin:
If you were to look at family life like a business, I Really need to work on my business performance management. That or Multitasking!
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Today, December 15th, 2007, ten days before Christmas, Something big Happened at Casa Del Bluepaintred.
Sigh.
Let me back up a wee tiny bit. This morning Hubs and I went into the city! Awesome! 25 feet visibility! Fog And Snow! Yay! (We had shopping to do or no one was eating!) Along the way we stopped in at a gaming store and bought Ratchet and Clank and Sonic with some silver sonic dude for The Boys to give to Hubs for Christmas.
Hubs has been practicing his surprised face all afternoon.
When we got home, and the children returned from their sleepover at Nana and Papa’s I told them to go to my room so I could show them what I had bought for them to give Daddy. With the older ones in my room, Stuperman yelled I’M DOOOONE and just like that, I had a butt to wipe.
Walking back into my room, I could not help but notice the speed that Rainbow Man moved away from my closet. The closet holding all the gifts. You know. The ones from Santa. The ones in their distinctive Santa Wrapping Paper.
Sigh.
BlueBoy, who had been looking out my window while RM snooped, was sent out of the room, and Hubs was called in.
And thus, Ten days before Christmas, I made my son cry by explaining that there was no Santa. I feel we had no choice but to tell him. It was either explain the secret, or have him say “But. I saw that in your closet!” on Christmas Morning, and have him ruin the younger boys naivety.
But it still Sucks. 
A lot of you know that I do paid post here and on other sites. Mainly on other sites. On Where Was I, Hubs and I need to do G rated commercial for a company called bed in a box. They are a company that sells memory foam mattresses and the platforms they go on.
If the company likes our commercial our prize is a queen size mattress and bed - a value of almost 2000.oo.
I won’t embarrass myself by telling you how old my bed and mattress are now.. but my husband has known the mattress for a lot longer than he has known me. And we met in ‘96.
I want a new bed dammit!
…but we have no idea what to do for this video. There are no guidelines other than it must be G rated.
ANY suggestions are welcome.
pee ess: anyone who wants to help edit the video say AYE
I watched my very first football game today. How could I not?
For the first time since 1989, the Saskatchewan Rough Riders have won the Grey Cup. I should watch next year. I seem to be good luck.
