Thanks to everyone who entered! The girls drew names out of a hat, and the winners are…
Grand prize – Caren – Crazy Catch
Crayon rolls – Mandy, John, and Jenny
I have emailed all of the winners requesting addresses. Caren has already responded and said that she’d like the table runner to use as a hostess gift, so I will be sending that out to her tomorrow. I will share pictures here tomorrow, too. Makeover Monday has been on hiatus for far too long.
The pneumonia/bronchitis/laryngitis/evil virus of destruction has [mostly] left my body and I am able to breathe and eat and walk upright the majority of the time these days.
After a near death experience, I always like to celebrate with a good giveaway. This one is going to be very short and sweet, too, because we’re in a time crunch.
As I certainly hope you know, the Super Bowl is next Sunday. And I am oh-so-ready.
Jerseys for the whole fam – check. Terrible towels all around – you bet. Menu planned – of course. TV of embarrassingly large proportions that I only appreciate on game day – ready and waiting.
The only thing that could make the big day better for me is to share the love (and decorate the cheering section in your home.)
Therefore, a giveaway.
One grand prize winner will receive an item of their choice. Options are this terrible towel applique – I can put it on a t-shirt for you or your child, a burp cloth, a bib, a place mat…whatever you’d like, within reason.
Patchwork! I can do this in a twirl skirt for your little cheerleader
Or as a table runner to beautify your game-day buffet (or to give as a hostess gift for the party you attend!)
(imagine the Steelers fabric in place of this Valentine’s pattern)
Or a pillow with your child’s name – or Steelers, or Troysus, or Earl of Gross… your choice of lettering.
In addition to this, 3 other names will be drawn to receive Steelers themed crayon rolls – something’s gotta keep the little ones quiet so you can enjoy the game, right? I even have cute Steelers coloring pages I’ll send along.
Again, you’ll just have to envision the Steelers fabric in place of the bumble bees – I’m working on a time crunch so I have to roll with the pics I have on hand.
Winners will be drawn on Sunday, 1/30 at 1 pm EST. A valid email address is required to enter this drawing, and winners will need to supply their mailing address ASAP for pre-game delivery.
Because we’re on a tight schedule, this is a very short, 2-day giveaway. I need to get these things shipped out early next week to arrive in time for the big game, and I have to make them after the winners are drawn. Therefore, please enter only if you will be able to check your email on Sunday!
Open to US residents only.
To enter: leave a comment here with your favorite Steelers memory. For additional entries, you can post on Twitter, Facebook, or your own blog about this giveaway. Please leave a separate comment for each entry, 4 possible entries per person, and provide a link showing where you posted about the giveaway.
Good luck and GO STILLERS! Added: For easy tweeting, you can use this link http://tinyurl.com/4tn2bpz
But then, I don’t know…I just got kinda sick of it all. I’m over this conversation.
His crybaby ‘take my ball home and quit playing’ declaration might have fueled my apathy. (Apathy can totally be fueled, by the way. Totally.)
So I’ll just summarize.
He’s a big, bad scary man. It’s his job.
Of course he wants to hurt people. Duh. Find me a linebacker that doesn’t want to hurt people. Except perhaps those that play for the Bears, since clearly they’re lacking.
But I digress.
Hurting people is part of the game, folks. There is a difference between hurting and injuring, and what a bunch of Nancys we are if we fail to comprehend the difference. You put the hurt on someone to show them you are a big, bad, scary man not to be messed with. What exactly would football be without physical intimidation? It would be baseball. And seeing as how baseball doesn’t work out too well in Pittsburgh, let’s not go there.
Harrison is being fined now because he ran his big fat stupid mouth. I’m fine with what he said, don’t get me wrong, but his timing was lousy. The public was up in arms crying for his head on a platter, and he didn’t do himself any favors.
The hit in question?
I don’t believe it was a dirty hit, because I don’t believe it was intentional. I won’t go so far as to agree with Harrison, who later said that there was a three foot shift. I’m not seeing three feet here. But there is definite movement, and I think that made the difference.
Harrison: “I’ll tell you right now, if I’m running blind and I don’t see the guy coming at me, by NFL rules, if he was to go and shoot at my knee and blow my whole knee out, that is a legal hit. All day. If you see me running blind and I don’t see you, please hit me high and knock me silly. I’ll pay your fine for you. Just don’t hit me in my knee and end my career.”
Amen. Those guys stood up and walked away seconds later. You don’t walk away from a knee injury.
[cue the cacaphony of emails telling me that you don't walk away from brain injuries either.] I get that. Except these guys did walk away. Yes, they were fortunate – it could have been much worse. But accidents do happen and there is risk involved when you choose to make your living getting hit. It’s part of the game. Accept that or get a desk job.
And if nothing else, how about the other supposedly dirty hit from that game? Harrison nailed Cribbs and Cribbs isn’t crying about it. In fact, he came out in support of Harrsion.
Ok, I did manage to generate a little passion there. But it’s still negated by the retirement talk. Good grief, dude. Grow up. Crap happens. Move on.
And put the hurt on someone Sunday.
It is, afterall, your job.
And to all the pansies freaking out over this – have you ever seen rugby? With no pads? Now those are real men.
Come to think of it, maybe Harrison could start a new career if he decides to leave the NFL. Something tells me the Silverback would be effective on the rugby field as well.
~ I learned that Eric is a very sexy name. Eric just sounds like a knight in shining armor on a white horse, right? Like the kind of guy who can swoop in and save the day and make it look all effortless. Eric is a name for a smart, masculine, studly dude.
~ Not coincidentally, Eric is also the name of the Hostmonster tech support guy that made the techie stuff on my blog work again. He also didn’t tell me what a moron I am for being so completely baffled by something that was, as it turned out, insanely easy to fix. You know, if you’re not a moron like me.
~Okay I think this was actually a couple of weeks ago, but since I didn’t tell you about it yet, it counts as this week. That’s how I roll. I learned that my most common typo involves the letter o. And therefore also usually i or p as well. Something about those fingers just doesn’t work well, which, I believe, is also the reason I can’t seem to grasp the guitar playing. My reach needs some work.
~If you are about to point out to me that this is the opposite hand, then shut up. It made sense in my head for a minute and I’d like to keep it that way.
~ Beef Stew before and during stomach virus? Pretty much looks the same.
~ In a family with more than 1 child, more than 1 throw-up bowl is necessary. Trust me.
~ A sense of humor has helped me weather many childhood illnesses, both my own and those of my children. I feel bad for people who can’t laugh freely.
~ Sprint totally has the best cell phone service. Not that this is new this week, but it was reinforced this week. We’ve used them for years and they rock. I’ve never experienced more helpful customer service. Yes, things do go wrong, but they always fix them and do so in a big, above and beyond kinda way. I’ve yet to be let down.
~ I rearranged sofas in the house, bringing the one from the family room into the formal living room, and moving the hideously uncomfortable one from the formal living room into the family room. The coffee table moved as well, which really opened the room up. It looks and flows better. However it’s leather, which is also hideously uncomfortable to sleep on. An unforeseen complication. Drat.
Talking football now and I’m sure few of you care. Indulge me.
~ I found a Polamalu children’s book that Annie is so getting for Christmas. She’ll be thrilled. She adores him, and while I’d normally discourage my child from loving anyone in the public spotlight, I feel pretty confident that he won’t let me down. Don’t know him? You should. Even if you don’t care about football <gasp!> Troy Polamalu is an incredible human being.
~ He’s also a really awesome football player.
~ I really, really love football. This isn’t new information or anything, but I’m just so deliriously happy to be enjoying football season again that I felt the need to reiterate. Football makes my heart happy.
My friend Julie just blogged about how important a witty title is to attract the interest of potential readers. Clearly, this week I am not trying to attract anyone new. I’m either writing for current followers or for those who just love the painfully obvious, what with clever titles like ‘Handy Manny Cake’ or ‘Lilly’s First Haircut’ floating about. Pardon my Super Bowl Sunday thing. Duh.
A side effect of NaBloPoMo is that my titles suffer.
So aside from the obvious, we’re not doing much. I’m making some yummy snacks and using the prize pack I won from my friend Mary and Old El Paso. I’m a big football fan so this Tackle The Taste package is right up my alley, and green chilies – yum.
And the big game, of course. I’ll be watching here:
No, that’s not a movie theater, or a high school gymnasium. It’s actually our family room, and my husband’s new, embarrassingly large television. It’s like 400 inches wide or something, just so that no one has any doubts about who the smart one is in this house. Me with the books, him with the barcalounger and remote.
You decide.
He ordered the projector from China – bought it on ebay. It’s apparently 1/20th of the price that way. I’m a firm believer that you get what you pay for, but him notsomuch. This contraption arrived Friday evening, and he spent the entire weekend re-arranging, building, re-wiring, mounting, and hanging it all up, just to be ready for game day.
Too bad we don’t care about either team.
But hey, at least I’ll have a comfy spot to eat my chips and guac, right? And it’s almost as great as being in Miami, since the players will appear pretty much life-sized in front of us.
Not that I’m bitter about the whole big dumb stupid ridiculous absurd tv thing. Not at all.
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