Sunday night I met Scott, Sean, and some of our buddies at Merryfield's to watch the football games and drink cheap pitchers of beer and half priced wings and pizza. Heather was our server. We had a great time but I ate and drank too much, again. I do great during the week but when the weekend comes, I seem to lose the eating battle.
Moving on to better things, how about some contests where you can win some cool stuff? I love winning cool stuff. Hey, I just love winning. Anything. Really. Have a contest for dust bunnies? I'm there. Anywho, Jeannie over at Jeannie's Happy World is holding a contest. She's giving away a copy of her "Lose Weight-Feel Great" cookbook on CD to three lucky people. Considering how badly I
Diana, Cheryl, and Sheila over at 3 Scrap Booking Ladies are holding their Thankful 4 Fall Giveaway where someone is going to win a ton of scrap booking goodies. I sure hope it's me cause I want to make a scrap book for my mom for Christmas. She deserves the best and what these gals offer is definitely the best. I don't get any extra entries for blogging about the contest so I am going for any bonus "brown-nose" entries that might be available. For more details, click on the widget in my sidebar or just click here.
Heather and her boyfriend, Aaron
Finally, last night Heather asked me when I was going to get the oil company to come look at our heater. It's probably 35 years old and just recently started to barely blow any heat. Well, I haven't paid the oil bill yet so I told her I wasn't going to ask them to come take a look at it until the bill was paid. And considering it's over $350 and I am two months behind with AT&T, my paycheck on Thursday was not going to cover them both. She handed me $200 and said, "Here's $200. Pay the bill and get them out here. " I told her thanks but she didn't have to give me money. She replied, "Well, I live here too. I can help out." I hadn't asked her for any money yet because she's just started working and I wanted to make sure she had money for the holidays. It warmed my heart to think that she would offer me that money without even having to ask for it. I guess I must have done something right while I was raising her.