Winner!

Well, let's be honest, I had a pretty bad day today. My neighbor called yesterday to let me know that our renters have three giant dogs living at the house. I couldn't get ahold of my realtor for days. And much much more. But when I left for my "major award" ceremony, things started looking up.

I had to be there at 6PM and the drawing was at 6:30PM. Since no one was able to come and support me (ahem..?), I loaded up the children and headed out to the party.

We were pretty excited to meet a real life princess ("Miss Utah"). The guy from the newspaper wanted Gwen to pose with her for a picture, but she wouldn't. Bentley, however, was more than willing.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that in addition to my $50 Dan's gift card, free gallon of milk, container of cottage cheese, package of sausage, Fat Boy golf balls and package of Fat Boy products, I also got a nice binder full of coupons from your friend and mine, the grocery guru!

He told me that if I won the $5,000 he would help me turn it into $15,000. Sounded fair to me! Plus the binder was one that you could plug your mp3 player into and it had speakers in the actual binder. Who wouldn't want to listen to their "binderpod" while shopping?

A radio station was there and I spun the wheel and won tickets to the fair (woot!)



I scored a snazzy Fat Boy shirt too, but I couldn't put it on right then. What with wearing the baby and all.

And so the question on everybody's mind is, did I win?

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I've got good news for you

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that guy is really. really. happy.

And it's probably just as well that I didn't win. I mean, who needs $5000 worth of groceries anyway? Plus it's not like our taxes aren't complicated enough already. My April 15th 2010 is going to be a lot less stressful than that guys. That's for dang sure.

So as to not walk away empty handed, we all ate FatBoys. Yes, even those of us who don't eat sugar. Especially those of us who don't eat sugar, actually.

Because when you come the closest you are probably ever going to get to getting a giant check handed to you, but then you don't actually get the giant check handed to you, you can't just walk away empty handed.

So, though the stresses of being a landlord and a renter are still weighing heavily on my shoulders, I had a nice evening.

And the children probably had a better one. What with Bentley nearly drowning himself in free Rootbeer, chocolate milk and fatboys.

And at the end of it all when Blaine took Gwen to the restroom and was waiting outside the door with her he could hear her talking to Miss Utah. For like twenty minutes.

And if that isn't a major award, I most certainly do not know what is.