November's contest blessed my heart. I'm going to come back and read these comments when I'm down, because they were all awesome! However, random.org's randomly generated winners are:

Jacque of jacquelyngreen.blogspot.com - she's a heckuva photographer and has a cute family that she blogs about, too.

Janae, aka matties_mom! She doesn't have anything in ( Read more... )

...and win one of these:


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I had all sorts of fun entries for Halloween, and I've been reading them when I've had time over the past few days. So, here goes.

( October's winners! )

No one wants to win a cute mug for their coffee/hot cocoa/spiced tea?

Enter the monthly contest by writing a spooky (or funny or scary or whatever) Halloween story and win a mug like this:


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(Carrie and the children run through the morning routine, hair combing, breakfast eating, tooth brushing, and she explains the schedule for later in the day.)

Carrie. So when you get home from school, I'll have packed your bag and I'll take you out to Grandma's and Grandpa's house for the weekend.

Ethan. (Frowns) But Dad's gone.

Carrie. (has ( Read more... )

So I have lots to say.

I have lots to say in general, usually, (maybe I should work on that) but more specifically, I have a lot to catch you up on, having had my life eaten by the theatre for the last week.

( Minutia of life and contest stuff under the cut... )

Holy cow. It's September.

It's nearly fall, which makes me super happy. I'm sitting out on the back porch enjoying the cool morning weather with the dogs and a cup of coffee, admiring the roses, crepe myrtle and butterfly bush (that Frank is very nearly obscured by - win), and the lawn that my 10 year-old mowed yesterday.

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Well, technically, it was more like a mid-morning snack. And it wasn't strictly ice cream*.

Let me back up.

Okay. I'm on this hardcore, awful, brutal diet, right? And achieving results, so... yay, sort of. And I guess I cheated. Fell off the wagon. Tied one on, because... get ready for this...

I HAD A BANANA.

In what fascist diet dictatorship is a ( Read more... )