So they’re giving away a swingset and camera, and i want it.
I’m supposed to write why i should win it. I’m sure you can already guess the answer: because i’m awesome. But i think they want some more meat than that.
Should i play the sympathy card? Should i tell the tale about how we, almost 2 years ago, took our 6 year old niece out of a bad situation? How we moved her in to our house, then adopted her? About the sacrifices both us and her have had to endure in the rocky transition? About the still daily struggle that comes anytime you remove a child from their home, let alone when they’re too young to realize it was bad for them? That a swingset would give her a new home, her own home, right in our backyard? That this would be less a swingset, and more a piece of sanity, sanity made of plastic and redwood?
Nah, that’s not my style.
I could go for the pity vote. I could talk about how i never had a swingset when i was a kid. How my dad promised to build me one, but we moved away from our ideal countryside home too soon. How the kid next store did have an awesome swingset. That’s right, the chubby mean kid next store who punched me in the stummy once because i had a Voltron and he didn’t. And the one time i did go over and play on his massive swingset, i accidentally discovered a wasp’s nest in an old tire and got stung on my arm. Then i ran home and cried and had to watch Superfriends through my tears. And now my dad’s dead. How’s that for pity? So he’ll never be able to fulfill his promise. Maybe winning this one would heal old wounds.
Eeh, that’s not really what i go for either.
What if i talked about my impending twins? How am i, a mere mortal, going to be able to entertain three children at once? It’s not going to happen! They’ll run me into the ground. Six feet under the ground! That’s right, if i don’t win this swingset, i’ll die from exhaustion. Do you want that on your conscience?
No, i think i’ll just say that we would all love the swingset. And if i win, BBQ at my house, you’re all invited to share it!
The people giving it away btw are my boyz at Dad-Blogs, and some dudes from Kid’s Creations, who make totally sweet playsets out of redwood.
Express your inner swing set visions in stained glass. T-rex and Tri-top chillin on the swings together, maybe two opposing political figures having fun on the slide. And you, out in front giving a Fonz worthy two thumbs up.
Either that or ink it on your forehead.
god i love your journal