Tiney’s Bicentennial MYSTERY Giveaway!!!

That’s right!  It’s my blog’s 200th anniversary and it’s time to par-TAY and get jiggy with the mystery giveaway!!!

So who’s up for a little celebrating?

I’m pulling out  all the stops for this one!  There are fireworks overhead for your viewing pleasure, but first things first.

First we must all don our beautiful tiaras.  I had them flown in from Manhattan’s premier 5th Avenue jeweler, Harry Winston.  And yes boys, you too have to wear them, but something tells me my boys won’t mind too much.

At the bar we have case upon case of Cristal.

I’ve decided to go fancy schmancy with the cocktails, but for food we’re going to keep it simple and fun.

Made-to-order omelets.  Be daring and pile in as many fattening ingredients as you can.  Because during a bicentennial celebration, the calories don’t count!

How about some spicy chicken wings?  Don’t worry, I have wipes to clean your dainty little or if you’re Jill, nubby fingers with.

I know Gigi would never forgive me if I didn’t have a bit of Mexican food too, so how about some enchiladas?  Since Jimmy’s are the best I’ve ever tasted, although it chokes me to admit it, I’ve had him prepare them for us.

And not to forget our fur babies, how about some fresh-from-the-butcher T-Bone steaks?

 

But where is our dessert, you ask?  Well, right here!

Chocolate covered strawberries…

And cheesecake!!!  Many different varieties of cheesecake!!!

And for the puppies, we have a selection of gourmet dog cookies!

 

I guess you’re wondering, “So what IS the giveaway prize?”

Well now, you know I wouldn’t be acting true to myself if I made this easy on you.  Remember, I’m calling this a mystery giveaway, and for good reason. 

‘Cause I’m not gonna tell you what you get if you win!  Bwaaa haaaaaa haaaaaa! That’s my version of an evil laugh, by the way.

I will give you a photographic hint though.  Because hey, I’m fair like that.

So while all of you get your drink on and stuff yourselves silly, I’m going to turn this over to Strudel to outline the rules of this mysterious giveaway.   Over to you, Strudel baby!

Yo yo yo, my bloggy peeps!  It’s Strudel here, or as Mommy likes to call me, “Strudely Doodley”.  How lame is that?

So yeah, Mommy wants me to outline the rules.  Why do we have to have rules?  I think we should just play and have fun, maybe lick ourselves a bit…

STRUDEL!!!

Well, excuuuuuuuuuuse me and my ill-mannered puppy ways!  Fine, back to the rules.

Mommy says you can get  multiple entries (am I the only one who thinks that sounds kinky?) by doing the following:

• Leave a comment on this post and you get one entry.
• Leave a comment on this post, and become a follower and you get another entry.
• Leave a comment on this post, become a follower, and add Mommy to your blog roll and you’ll get two more entries!(Mommy says that being on someone’s blog roll is way more important than having followers, ‘cause followers don’t always come back.)
• Leave a comment on this post, become a follower, put Mommy on your blog roll and do a post about her Mystery Giveaway, linking back to her, and you’ll get an additional three entries!

Wow, if I counted on my paws correctly, that’s 7 chances you’ll have to win!  But make sure you tell Mommy in your comment which of these things you’re going to do for entries, or else she won’t be able to keep up.  She’s not smart like us retrievers.

That’s it.  I’m all done in.  This was hard work for a young pup, believe me you!  A bit of self gratification grooming, and then it’s ni-night for me!

 

 

 

 

Strudel out!

 

 

Thanks girl!  You did a great job!  But really, was that licking yourself thing really necessary?  I have some readers with very fine sensibilities.

Jill!  Step away from the cheesecake and stop flirting with Artie!  You’re not his type!  When you grow a penis then you can flirt with him, okay?  Jill already has a penis. A pink one.  I’ve seen it!  Really, I’m not lying!  You’re not even eligible for this giveaway, so what the hell are you doing here?  And give me back that tiara!

So everyone, this is it.  The giveaway will end on Saturday, 4-18, at midnight  and I will post the winner’s name the following day.  Good luck!!!  Remember to let me know in your comment what you’re willing to whore yourself do to get multiple entries!

It’s been groovy peeps, but I may have drunk too much of that Cristal.

 

 

 

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At the Car Wash, Yeah!

A job that most of us adults dread can sometimes bring pure joy to kids. Why? Because it involves water and bubbles!

The other day I asked the girls if they would wash my car. At first they were hesitant, but for some reason, the lure of putting on their bikinis for the first time this season was too much for them.

I sat out back at my computer, and all I heard were girly squeals and giggles coming from the front yard.

Why can't I find this much enjoyment out of doing this crap chore? (Btw... that's Chuck and Larry's house with the pickup in the driveway. New here and don't know who Larry is? You can read about a Justine/Larry experience here.)



Madison was having a blast soaking herself.



Now back when I was a kid this would have been a perfect time to take a good long drink straight from the hose. Why is it that those days are gone? Do hoses suddenly hold more cooties than they did 30 years ago? I swear, I don't think my friends and I ever stopped playing long enough to go inside and get a drink. Why do that when there was crisp, cold water right there for the taking? Of course, that was Long Island water, and if you've never lived in NY you wouldn't know that we had the BEST water for drinking straight out of the tap. Or the hose, as the case is here. You would not want to do that with Florida water. Ewwwwwwwww! And dammit, it NEVER runs cold in the warmer months because the water pipes are too close to the ground surface. Need a cold shower? Forget it. You'll have to fly to Alaska or something.

So if you live in FL, unless you're one of these...



You should stick to this...



Hmmm... the hose was on, my kids were wet, but my car looked decidedly dry. I ran my finger down the door panel and it was still filthy.

So I made them start all over again.


Yep, I'm a mean, mean mommy! But ya know what? They loved every second of it!



Well peeps, I'm having this post scheduled to publish while I'm at my in-laws' for the holiday weekend. Oh joy, a 4 hour drive Saturday, and the same Sunday. My feet are swelling just thinking about it!

And just remember, this is post #199, so the next one is my Mystery Giveaway!!! Woooooo hooooooooooo!

Happy Easter to all my friends in Blogland. I love and admire all of you so much. Let's not forget that this holiday is not just about bunnies and candy and eggs.

He has risen!!!










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What My Younger Self Thought

It took me by surprise when I was going through a box the other day and, at the bottom was stashed one of my old journal notebooks.  I thought they had all perished in our first rental house years ago when we had a leak in the closet.  How this one was spared I do not know, and how it has escaped my notice for more than 10 years puzzles me too.

Anyway, I’m going to share with you a few entries from way back then.

Jan 23, 1992

It’s hard to describe the kind of hurt I feel now that Jimmy has gone home.  (I lived in FL at the time and he was still in NY)  More than almost anything in the world I want to be with him.  When he’s here we eat together, sleep   together and are constantly with each other.  When he leaves, I’ve got no one to share my time with.  I need that.  We’re an engaged couple that can’t enjoy this time before we’re married.  We still have almost two years before then and I don’t want to spend it apart.  If only I could move back to NY for a while to be with him; I’d be so much happier.  Unfortunately that’s just not a possibility.

I really can’t write more now—I hurt too much.

June 24, 1992

I’m now working at the Marriott (I’d moved from FL to NY and was living at Jimmy’s house, while he was living in the college dorm) and for the most part I like it.  I’m a room service operator and I work both mornings from 6:00-3:00 and nights from 4:30-12 or 1:00 a.m.  The hours are tough but mostly everyone is nice.  I have a lot of responsibility and I’ve got a lot more to learn but I supposed I’ll get used to it in time.

Jimmy and I are having some problems now, so needless to say, I’m unhappy.  I try to discuss how I feel with him but it’s like talking to someone without a brain.  He either takes everything as criticism or he tries to reverse the blame.  I told him that I really think we need some counseling, but he says he doesn’t have a problem.  Well, if you ask me, if I have a problem then we both have a problem.  Unfortunately he doesn’t see things that way.  I’m seriously considering going back to Florida.  I’d rather be down there and unhappy than be here and unhappy.  I don’t know what to do.  Jimmy has changed so much in the last few years.  He doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s pushing me away from him.  When it reaches the point when I just give up, we’re both going to be very unhappy.

I love him more than anything but at times like this I hate him too.  I’m going to try again to talk to him even though at this point I know it’s totally useless.

Sept 17, 1992

School is really destroying Jimmy’s personality.  He’s very snotty and he’s even been yelling at me a lot.  I don’t know how to deal with it so I usually wind up crying.  Mrs. O thinks it’s awful that we’re arguing so much before we’re even married.

Jimmy just can’t seem to take the pressure of school plus handle our relationship.  He has to stay focused this year.  Especially this semester.  But he shouldn’t be neglecting “us” the way he is.  These next 9 months or so are going to be very hard on me.  After he graduates in May, some of the pressure will be alleviated (hopefully) but until then I’m on my own.  I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet what our wedding date is.  Oct. 2nd, ‘93.  (This changed)

October 25, 1992

Right now I’m on the phone with Sinead and we’re reading each other parts of our journals.  Hers is a lot more interesting than mine!  She just told me about the time she heard Kerry and Timmy F------.  Yuck!  Imagine all that blubber flying!  Eww!

She doesn’t write about a lot of personal stuff like orgasms.  She’s afraid that someone will find her journal.  Who cares, right?

Nov. 15, 1993

Here I am, a married woman.  I almost can’t believe it.  Everything went perfect on our wedding day.  Everyone said it was a perfect wedding.  Jimmy and I had the best time of our lives!

Maui was really incredible.  We couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful honeymoon.  Romantic too!  Being married is really great.  I hope we love this strong forever.

We have a new addition to our family.  A Siamese kitten named Stinky.  She’s a real cutie and we love her.

Well, not much time to write.  It’s late and my hubby awaits!

Feb. 6, 1994

Well, the honeymoon didn’t last long…

There was lots more in that particular entry, but I’ll spare you!  Let me just say that reading this one journal really brought back to me that the problems we have now actually started a long time before we even married.  If we weren’t dealing well with our relationship before the responsibility of marriage, Jimmy’s career and children, how the hell did we think we’d be any good at it after???

Okay, so this post was a bit on the depressing side, but hey, you know me.  I keep it real whether it’s happy, sad, or insane!  That’s just how Tiney rolls.  Here’s to hoping my next post is a lot more upbeat!

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