I checked my email tonight and saw this in the inbox:
From “Leslie Sagalowicz”
To: [email protected]
Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2007 18:19:30
I thought, eh, probably just junk mail, but I opened it, because, well because I like email. And because it said congratulations. I like real mail too. Just one of those people who believes that even if I don’t mail something out, something nice might just arrive in the mail. You never know, right?
Turns out I was right:
It is my pleasure to inform you that we have chosen
your entry for the Mommy
Olympics as one of the Grand Prize entries – you
have won a day at the spa
We need a bit more information please to process
your prize. Could you please email me your full name, address and phone
number? Also, do you have a favorite spa near you? If so, I can provide you
with a prize for that spa – and if not, I’ll find you one.
Thanks so much and congratulations again!
Ok, so I didn’t buy it that easily. I mean she was asking for personal information. Kristen at Debaucherous and Disheveled locked her blog up because of crazies, so I thought I ought to be on the safe side.
From: [email protected]
Sent: Wednesday, January 17, 2007 4:40 PM
To: Leslie Sagalowicz
Subject: Re: Congratulations!
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but could you
refresh my memory about this before I send out my
Eh, see. I can be careful. I told Sean about the email with all the dorky disclaimers of thinking it might be a hoax. But then:
Of course! You wrote a fantastic entry for our Mommy Olympics contest
Blogher.org. Here’s your entry to jog your memory:
Comment by mama2bna posted Thu, 2006/12/07 – 10:03pm
Generally I watch those handsome, immaculately dressed and painstakingly coiffed folks on the Today Show while I sit in a state of undress pondering which clothes might be clean enough to wear, nursing my 6 month old on the left side, pumping on the right, punching the keys of our iMac with my left hand to keep my 2 year old’s iTunes library of Little Einsteins and the like on a loop, while bouncing the cat on my foot to entertain the dog and instructing my husband as to where he can find his socks as I cradle his cell phone on my shoulder and I tell his business partner that it probably isn’t likely that we can give him a lift from the dealership.
Does this jog your memory? Congratulations!!
Holy Crap! I won something! I am beyond excited. I am like jump up and down squealing thrilled. So, Great Powers of Karma, let me give credit to a few places, first, Blogher, where I found the contest. Second Leslie & Company at Bellybar. I am really hoping to go here for whatever pampering the aforementioned angels from Bellybar see fit. Some people may remember a little experience I wrote about, which happened right outside of this salon.
Tomorrow morning watching the Today Show (provided I wake up in time) is going to be very different as I savor the thought of a spa treatment. Purr.