Showing posts with label help a sister out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help a sister out. Show all posts

April 15, 2009

Please, Help A Sister Out!

Internet, please help me. I’ve not asked much of you in the past. There will those who say that I’ve asked for soap nuts, jars of pickles and a thumbs up statue, and those people would be correct. But you know what? None of those things have panned out for me so far so I’ve now cast them off as trivial and unimportant.

So internet, today I come to you and your readers and throw myself at your mercy to beg, pitifully, for one last thing. I want to snag a local gig as the official blogger for Sego Lily Day Spa, a fabulous local spa that I LOVE.

Tomorrow, Thursday, I’m posting my entry for the competition here on Steenky Bee. I would be forever in you’re your debt if tomorrow you would leave me lots of love notes here AND over at Sego Lily’s web site. (I'll put up the link.) I know it requires double clicking and actually visiting an extra site, but, trust me, it will definitely be worth it. For me.

Here’s the competition deets: The contest wraps up on April 25th. On that day the folks at Sego Lily review all the entries, take into account the comments and narrow the field down to the top five submissions. Those lucky five are treated to luxurious spa treatments and must blog about it. (I know! Right?) It sounds ridiculously tough, but I promise I'm not doing it for the fame or free full-body sugar rub. Well, maybe I'm doing it for the free sugar rub.

The top five bloggers are then judged once more and eventually a winner is crowned, but let's not worry about that just yet. My short-term goal is that full body sugar rub, remember?

Internet, I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am about this possibility. I haven’t been this pumped about something since I discovered Cotton Candy flavored Pop Rocks on Monday. Seriously, I knocked a couple of rowdy middle school kids crowding the candy aisle at the convenience store to get the last of the packets. Don't worry, it was only a pack of Emo kids. I mean, what were they going to do to me? Track me down on their skateboards? I don't think so.

I hope (beg and plead) that I see you all back here tomorrow!