So, with a total of 44 individual entries, and 5 extra entries for referrals, I used Random.org to select a winning number for the “Backpacking Dad’s What Was On His Sweater-Vest” giveaway from a 1-49 range. Random.org told me…
In case you can’t make it out, it says “46”.
Counting backwards and forwards through the entries, I see that “46” is none other than Christina McMenemy from A Mommy Story!! Congratulations Christina. Use your prize wisely and in good health, and remember not to leave it broadcasting while you are just walking around the house.
Now, in sadder news, not one person guessed what was on my sweater-vest. I know. I can’t believe it. What was on it, you ask? Well, let me show you. Here is an artist’s rendering of me in my sweater-vest when I was six years old.
That’s a horrifying image and I apologize for your nightmares. However, my sweater-vest just said “HELLO”. That was it. Nothing fancy. I thought I was going to have to do at least ten different charity posts. Nope. I don’t have to do any.
Aw man, but that’s no fun. So, I’ll tell you what. I’m going to pick my favourite guess, and the person responsible for that will be the one who gets to name the charity. Cool? Cool.
Weirdly, I had two separate guesses of “Izod”. I would pick both of these as winners, but I don’t know what the hell that means. I think this means I’m lame in some important way. I have to go with KBestOliver’s “Not the Mama” guess, both for referencing the best running gag on “Dinosaurs”, and for thinking that 6 year-old me was a time traveler who went into the future to steal a sweater-vest from someone. Or for thinking that I’m younger than I am.
Once again, congratulations to Christina. And to KBestOliver: pick your poison. Although don’t actually pick “poison”, because that sounds like the worst charity ever. Although maybe you meant “Poison”, like there’s some non-profit that helps support former Poison band members. If that’s the case, then okay.
Yay!! Very excited about winning! Wonder if I could pass it off as a "late" Father's Day gift? (Just kidding…my husband will love the zombies board game I got him.)
So it said "Hello," eh? How very Lionel Richie.
"Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game…
Hello, hello, hello, hello…"
It's funny that you say you don't know what Izod means, given that when you were that age you were growing up within a few hundred miles of the epicenter of New England preppydom while at its height. No trust baby boys in five layers of neon pink and lime green Izods and oxfords—or even wannabes—on your side of the border, I guess. There's still a huge cultural/political divide at that international border.
Besides, California owns you now:
Gettin' real in my Prius in the Whole Foods Parking Lot rap http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UFc1pr2yUU