Boy, this was tough. MJ picked the random winner for me – Artinreality. Here’s her story:
Oh, I know now – the thing I regret to be talked into the most was when I said yes to go out on a blind date with this guy, who’s a friend of a friend. There was nothing wrong with him, he was just kind of blah, and also a tad boring… In any case, I ended up going on two dates with him, which were fine, and then I spent the next five – FIVE – months trying to end it with him. He was being quite nice, just also quite boring, so I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, and kept hoping that he would break up with me.. In the end, I told him straight out that I didn’t think we were so well-suited for each other, and he answered: “Oh, but I thought things were going so well.” I didn’t know what to do in order to shake him off finally and for ever, so I responded: “Yes, well, is it ok if I meet a girl I think might be good for you, if I set the two of you up?” Lets just say he finally got the message…
Once I got past my teens, I didn’t much enjoy hurting someone’s feelings either. I don’t think I ever went out longer than I cared to just because I was trying to be gentle, but I can recall several times where I really felt rotten for not being attracted to a perfectly NICE guy…
I had the DEVIL of a time picking the “move me” winner. I finally settled on Jessi, just because I’m all about girl power.
Okay, I finally thought of something. When I was about 12, my best friend Cindy dared me to jump off this huge cliff on Smith Lake. Lots of kids liked to jump into the water from this place, but it was really high up and it took…well, guts. I begged the parents to drive us out there in the boat on Saturday afternoon, because I was determined not to back down from the dare. The adults were convinced that I would climb to the top and then chicken out, so they agreed. About an hour later, I had climbed all the way to the top along with some teenage boys. They were in front of me, so I was patiently waiting my turn while they egged each other on, trying to gather the courage to jump. You know boys. It takes them fifteen forevers to do something. Finally, I got tired of waiting and shoved them out of the way, took one flying leap, and over the side I went. The best part about it, was no one could believe I did it. I actually remember (as I was falling) hearing all the adults yell: “Oh Shit!”. Needless to say, the boys were pretty much forced to jump after the skinny little girl showed them up. hehehe
There were so many stores that made me laugh. It seems lots of us ate soap, grabbed an electric fence, got caught mooning someone, danced on a table… Really, if you haven’t read the other entries, you should. There are also the warm stories about getting into knitting (or blogging) because of a friend, and I loved the sweet, supportive stories too. In the end though, Jessi’s story summed it all up for me. Because of the love and support from family and friends, it seems we’ve all grown into strong, funny, compassionate women, and I’m glad you shared your stories with me.
Honorable mention goes to Alana.
One October I went with three friends for a girls weekend away at the lake… the last weekend before the resort closed for the winter. It was cold… really cold. Somehow, my crazy friends convinced me it would be liberating to take a quick dip in the lake at 2 am. Just run in and back out, all while wearing our birthday suits. I was the one that balked, but they managed to drag me along.
Wrapped in blankets, we made our way to the edge of the lake, dropped our coverings (not me, I held mine above my head), and ran into water so cold it burned. We must have looked like a quartet of Pillsbury Doughboys waddling along in the moonlight.
On the way back to the cabin, one of us (though I won’t say who!!) tripped over her blankie and landed on all fours in the sand. It was a “moon to moon” experience, if ya know what I mean!!
The most frightening truth: We weren’t kids. One of my friends was a grandma at the time, and the rest of us had grown, or nearly grown, children. Woo Hoo!
Never under-estimate the power of a good dare.
Hey Jessi?! I’ll spot you about 20-25 years. When you’re a grandmother, meet me at the beach house, and you’d better have a firm grip on your blankie! Alana, you’re my new role model. That’s what girlfriends are for. So for all of you who shared wild tales from your youth, maybe you should reconnect with your inner wild woman.
Again, thanks for your stories. You did indeed entertain me!
Winners, don’t get in a hurry for your prizes. The rest of this week is hectic for me, so realistically, I’m shooting for Monday at the earliest to get your packages in the mail.
I’ll do a post with photos of the prize packages too. In the meantime, my thanks to Amanda, Anita, Mary, Michelle and Nichole for their donations. I’ve also kicked in a few things too, and I’ll explain everything’s connection to me when I post the prizes. (All links are to their Etsy stores.)
Thanks again gals for your friendship and your awesome prizes!