I woke up this morning, and my laptop was dead. Not out of power. Deceased. It’s like it just couldn’t hold out after all the excitement of last week’s Minionlympics. Its little soul gave way.
Which means, I’m writing this ON PAPER. With A PEN. In my FINGERS. I don’t even have a normal pencil grip, people! It’s like trying to build the Eiffel Tower with Legos.
Anyway. The moment for which you’ve all been waiting has arrived! Whimsy announced the results of the Minionlympics!
And I came in, well, second.
But do not cry for me, Argentina, because really, I was just happy to be nominated. And also? I don’t even WEAR gold. I’m pale and pasty. Gold makes me look sick. I’m much more a silver person. In fact, before I got fat with mah babbehs, I wore a wedding ring. And that wedding ring? WAS SILVER!
Plus, look at my little Silver Creamie! It’s the cutest of the bunch!
So. It’s fine. It’s perfect, really. I didn’t need to fill two boxes of awesome anyway. I am not a chinchy gift giver, and awesome costs money.
So, there will be one box. One box so splendiforous, so magnificent, so fantastic, so full of awesome, you will not even BELIEVE. And, according to the Current Official Prize Regulations for Supporting Bethsix in the Minionlympics, those of you who came out to support me last week (good game, high fives all around!) will have a LEG UP:
- Patrick and Shanna, both of whom I have known MORE THAN half my life, are tied with 9 points
- Kristy, a devoted TaterTwins commenter, has 8 points
- Jayme has 6 points (she’d have more if she could’ve entered the giveaway she sponsored herself in support of my quest for gold… she’s awesome)
- Bradley, love of my life, turning THIRTY-SIX tomorrow!, with 5 points
- Carolee, long-time Bethsix commenter, with 3 points
- Chelsea, lifelong COUSIN, Christine, one of my favorite foodie bloggers, and Robyn, my favorite neighbor in the Real Life, all tied with 2 points
Not sure how this giveaway will work yet, but details will be forthcoming. Probably later this week. Maybe next week. As soon as I figure it out.
But first, help me name this box of goodness! Something about Bethsix? Something about the contents of the box, which are certain to be awesome (to me)?
Hit me up!
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So you’re saying that I don’t even have a CHANCE at that box? WHERE IS THE WHIMSY LOVE, I ASK YOU.
Fine. I love you anyway.
And dude, I have to tell you – the silver one really is my favorite. It’s ADORABLE. And you’d never be able to tell from the pictures, but the Creamies are TINY, yo. Like less than six inches total. Which I think is fantastic.
Now. On to that box. The Beth Box? Box O Beth? Beautiful Box of Bethsix Bounty?
I kinda like Beautiful Box of Bethsix Bounty. All the B alliteration. Reminds me of “Bad Santa” and the three Bs. Oh, no, I di’n't.
The Beth Box of Awesome?
Mine should be Jayme’s Junk & Crap.
Or Jayme’s Junk and Jalopies. If that’s even the plural of “jalopy.” Also, not sure you want to give away a jalopy… Ooh! Jayme’s Junk ‘n Jehosaphat! Get it!?!
Way to go, Alicia!! Since I’m one of the folks who’ve known you more than half your life, I can say I knew you back when you wore silver puffy heart necklaces and color-coordinated Kids. And who the heck is this Patrick anyway?!?
I’m sad that don’t have anything to link my name to, though, so I’m going to supply you with SOMEthing.
http://www.amazon.com/Shanna-Kathleen-E-Woodiwiss/dp/0380385880
Oh, you SO did. Except that I think you meant Keds. Because, otherwise, WTH, you racist lunatic!
I met Patrick when I went to Russia, which actually wasn’t QUITE half my life ago… I had just turned 17. So, really, our affiliation is the longest running of the bunch. Patrick is practically an interloper!
I love that suggestion so much that I have changed your link in the actual post. YOU’RE WELCOME.
And, wow, I just looked at Chelsea’s blog and saw that she’s pregnant! That cannot be possible. Weren’t we just babysitting her last weekend?!?
And yes, I know, right? She’ll be 25 in two weeks. Crazy talk.
What’s the deal with you bloggy types and your obsessions with geometrically shaped containers? Make it more organic. Keep it Simple. Bethsack. The Bethsix Bethsack. The Bethsix Bethsack of Bethshit. <= but don't take that too literally; not that organic!
Besides boxes are not supposed to be opened. Pandora killed Schrödinger’s Cat and all that. The Bethbox of Impending Doom. or the more alliterative and Una-bomber-sounding The Bethbox of Upending Boom!
Which reminds me…surely I am disqualified from winning this explosively awesome contest of yours seeing as how as I am one of the six, as well as the misfortunate originator of the beth prefix.
Oh my gosh, YOU. Are such a wacko.
I kinda like the Bethsix Bethsack. I appreciate the idea of a SACK full of pay-it-forward. Although it kinda calls up “ballsack.” And also, what IS a Bethsack? I mean, why have Bethsix AND Bethsack? Except that they’re alliterative. Hmm.
You know, I was going to say in my post that you are disqualified, yes, but then I decided to keep the stipulations for the official giveaway post. But, yes, that would just be DUMB.
I do what I can for my fav peeps. Jeebus, you were 17? I had just turned 18. I look back on those days and I cringe at how young and stupid I was. But it’s cool, cuz it makes me feel better about who I’ve become today. And look at you! Splendid blogger/writer, amazing wife and mommy! So proud of how far you’ve come.
Also, Bethsack has a nice ring to it.
Yep, we were SO YOUNG. Remember we came home on your birthday?! July 16th!! (I think?) So proud of you too. Can’t wait until you hire me to work on your summer blockbuster. Bwahaha! Scheming…
Bethsack!!