GIVE-A-WAY

Hello? Anyone? Anyone remember me? It's been a while. I think I'm over my lazy fit. I was lazy all last week. I'm better now and I promise to try my best to stay away from the "fog".

Remember, I know it's been a while, I told you I had a give-a-way planned for my 100th post? Here it is. I know (keep in mind I'm not using the word intention) I should have posted this much earlier. Better late than never right? Right.

I love these little pumpkins. I really should put my name in the hat too! Up for grabs is the Faith Family Friends Pumpkin, a "jack" pin, little fall ornies, a primitive acorn candle ring and my very favorite candle emphatically named, "Woods". I'm telling you ladies, the lucky winner of this candle will be begging me for more!! heee heee.

Now the rules. Don't worry. You don't have to send me gas money or your first born. Just kindly leave me a comment to get your name entered into one of the hubby's "lucky" Cardinal hats he failed to wear this season. AND, to get your name into the drawing twice, I grant you permission to borrow my picture above, post it on your blog and link back to my sight. Then you, yes you lucky lady may be the winner of the that savory, luscious candle I can't stop sniffing.

I will draw the lucky winner Saturday night.

I know I said no more sad stories or bad stories in a previous post. But, I lied. Again. I have one more. I'm sick about it. One night 2 weeks ago Reynaldo woke me up. I could tell he was playing on my computer desk and knocked something over. No problem. I knew from experience that I did not have my water glass sitting out, so whatever it was, no problem. No problem until the day of trash pickup. The hubby had the cat doing something wild and I thought I could take a video of it to put on my blog. Panic. No camera ANYWHERE. Reality soon sat in as I recalled the loud noise I heard the nights earlier. The night I thought it was all okay because I didn't have my glass sitting out for my computer to get drenched, again. Reynaldo had knocked off my camera into the trash can. The hubby took the trash to the curb just that Friday morning of the ReyRey's antics. The hubby rarely remembers the trash by my desk. But no, not that Friday. ReyRey trashed my camera!!! It's up on Teter hill, in the landfill of no good. Now I'm back to taking pictures like the blurry one above. My stomach still jerks. I still feel the well of tears that would not produce. I should've checked. I should've looked all around the next morning to see what the noise was about. That night... I should've served... the hubby... crockpot kitty...