Of Contests and Spam (the Food:)

Aloha,

Hey, it’s a new day, and a new dollar, so I wanted to again say thanks to Lillie McFerrin who last week sent over a couple of awards, including the Liebster and the Kreativ.
During my post Friday, I shared six things – per the rules – and being a rule-breaker, I made a minor change when I listed six Little Whoppers, but only one was true…

And, in true Daytime Game Show fashion, the correct answer is …. “We’ll reveal the answer folks, right after this message from our sponsors:

The Truth Will Set You Free :)

We return you now to our scheduled programming...

The “winner” was #4, where I once replied to an ad for a staff reporter where applicants needed to have both a bachelor’s degree and two years of experience in journalism.
I had neither – and still got the job.
(No one chose this one, but I’ll post that story another time.)

(Most everyone chose No. 3, the one where I “once jumped off a bridge into a dry canal thinking that the two old mattresses I placed on top of each other would break my fall.”)

(Actually, this one is *also* true, but in reality I jumped off the bridge onto only ONE mattress… nearly breaking my then-fourteen year-old ass in two :)

Anyway, here’s where I’d normally pass the awards to the next person… however, I’m holding off, because I’m still fairly new to Blogger – so I have no one I want to pass it onto.

Happy Valentine's Day

My apologies if I sound like a spazzed-out Grinch, but I *hate* winning an award/certificate/medal just for competing/participating.

I also don’t want to dilute the awesome pay-it-forwardness of these (and all other) awards by just passing them over the next person following me at Aloha Nation.

I did wander through my list of “active” followers, and feel I’ve given out the appropriate awards, which is why I want to “bank” the Liebster and Kreativ awards, and pass them forward the next time I’m “wowed.”

Does that make sense, or am  I not “getting” the point of the awards? 
I'd love to hear your thoughts...

Big Reveal... & More!

Aloha,

I’ve had a lot of fun with a couple of posts this week and wanted to share some updates:

For anyone who followed my Monday post, I won an award and had to share six things about myself. One, however, was a Big Fat Lie… the reveal is below:)

But wait, there's more! Today is the *last* day of my Donald Braswell 200-word inspiration contest, which ends at 11:59 p.m. EST. Please check it out - there are some neat prizes up for grabs – literally!

It’s been a few Fridays since the last episode of YKW… so here’s what happened Thursday:

“You Know When You’re A Parent when… you open the door with a heavy heart after finding another rejection lurking in the mail box. A whirlwind of crayon-carrying kiddos instantly holler for more paper… more paper! You glance down at the 8x11, bright white piece of rejection… and a smile shoves away the sadness as you realize it’s good to be home.

Lillie McFerrin was super kind to give me two awards (the Liebster and the Kreativ, which I will pay these forward this Monday.) In the meantime, the rules state I have to share six things. As the Big Fat Lie was a success, this time I’m including only one real thing – and five Little Whoppers.

Can you guess which is true?

·         I got my first driver’s license when I was 28.

·         Even after fifteen years in the restaurant business, I’m a terrible cook and have been known to burn cold cereal.

·         I once jumped off a bridge into a dry canal thinking that the two old mattresses I placed on top of each other would break my fall.

·         I once replied to an ad for a staff reporter where applicants needed to have both a bachelor’s degree and two years of experience in journalism. I had neither – and still got the job.

·         I met John Grisham while I was a manager working at Planet Hollywood Orlando and broke all the house rules by bothering and asking him when he was going to bring back Mitch McDeere (the MC from his classic The Firm.)

·         I’ve never met Donald Braswell, the former opera singer from Texas whose memoir I am co-writing.

(I’ll reveal the Lonesome Truth Monday.)

And finally, the Big Fat Lie was #2 (that I streaked across the soccer pitch :)

(While I once lived only minutes from Leeds United’s Elland Road ground and did once walk the hallowed grass, I never ran it in my “birthday suit.” (I do thank everyone who offered up mad props if this one had of been true :)

Have a safe, happy weekend everyone and remember: rejection doesn’t kill you – it just makes for darn good coloring paper.