Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Friends and lurkers! The rumors are true!It's time for GEC. Pronounced like the GECK in gecko, but said with the vigor of "Blech" as in "Blech, that tastes like a dead bird that ate rotten tuna." GEC stands for Gurrbonzo Extravaganza Contest, which is appropriate, because it involves my blog, a contest, and a true extravaganza.
RULES: enter by simply sharing an experience involving your every day life and this blog.
It can be as simple as "I threw up in my mouth when I saw that horrible picture of blackened, grotesque feet and thought of poor Gurrbonzo sitting next to that monster; I scrubbed my feet extra hard that night," or "I kind of wanted to be an egg processor when I read Gurrbonzo's list of jobs you can have, but then I realized I was in too much debt to do anything but become a corporate bastard," or "I feel close to Gurrbonzo since I, too, laugh at farts and poop in general!" The sky is the limit and if you believe you can achieve. Note: falsehoods welcome.
The winning reader will receive the following rockin' prize package (with me paying postage anywhere in the U.S.! Gotta love those flat-rate boxes):
(UPDATED): Word has reached me that March is a dumb time to get a crocheted hat. So, instead of a hat, you get a rockin' mix cd (or tape, if you're living in the 80s, but this IS on the internets, so I doubt it) of Bonz's lame hits, that is, songs we're all embarrassed to love, and one cd of Bonz's favorite workout tunes. Jackpot!
1 package of Cadbury mini eggs (best easter treat in all the land)
1 t-shirt that says "When in doubt, shimmy it out."
1 free, detailed life plan (see this site for more detail) AND
1 opportunity to suggest a name for our child.
We do not have to know each other in real life to win! You can post entries either as comments or you can email them to the main portion of my blog (you know, the part before .blogspot.com) at yahoo. One I like best will win. Unless I like them all the best, in which case I will conduct a drawing at random, or ask my new friend from the library to choose for me.
DEADLINE: THIS FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 29th, 5 PM EASTERN TIME.
WINNER ANNOUNCED SATURDAY, MARCH 1st. This is your now!
17 comments:
I'M GOING TO WIN. I'm the winner. I can feel it in my toes.
You crochet??
Suddenly the world seems to make a little more sense...
:)
Today I went to the restroom and clogged it. I then walked sheepishly into the office and asked what I should do.... so, I then rushed over to Dans and bought a plunger so that I could un-clog the toilet before the Congressman comes back...
Jay. Jay. Jay. Please look at the rules...it is supposed to involve this BLOG and your life, not a CLOG and your life. You lose.
The other day I ventured around town with my trusty camera in tow. Now that I consider myself a budding photographer, I feel that it is my duty to always have my camera with me. That way, my friends and folks I don't know will feel blessed when I snap a shot or two of them doing something cute or memorable. I would send the shot to them via email much later and they would think, "wow, that nice professional photographer named Erin took a free picture of me, what a great friend (or stranger)."
During my trip around town, I stopped to drop my boys off at a play group. I was in mid-kiss-goodbye, when out of nowhere walked in a pregnant woman! Yes! This was my moment, my time to shine. I approached here, touched her protrusion (because pregnant women like that) and then told her how I would take some profile images of her right then and there. She stood there speechless...of course I knew that to mean she was overjoyed with my photographic gesture. After a few profile shots, I had her lay on the ground, and then lean against a wall, and so on and so forth. Although she didn't say much, and when she did, she feined modesty, but I could see right through her comments of "oh, no more, that is enough". She must have been so overcome with my good deed. I felt elated!
IT wasn't until Friday February 22 that the bubble popped in my pretty little photography world. I read your post on this fateful Friday and felt so dismayed...the thought occured to me...am I just like the freak in the public library?
oh, on a side note, if you are looking for some rockin'awesome profile shots, don't talk to the freak in the library, just come to me!
You removed my favorite quote from the "Quotable Quotes, or, tidbits from my life" section so I decided that I could use it as my own. It goes something like this, "That statement is true. However, the relevance escapes me." I plagiarize it all the time.
This blog brightens up my day all the time. Since my life is so boring and uneventful, I often enliven dinner conversations with anecdotes from Gurrbonzo, don't worry, I mostly remember to give you credit for them.
i'm totally entering. i will have to put some thought into this, though ... i'll email you something by FRIDAY 5 P.M. EASTERN STANDARD TIME.
On October 29, 2007, your blog entry, Day by the Numbers, stated that you saw 1 farmer blow. My husband totally did a farmer blow on our first date. Not to mention I see him spit a minimum of 3 times a day. I wish this completly gross information was a falsehood, but sadly, it's not.
I have no hilarious story about your blog, seeing as how today is the first day I have actually read it...but I nearly had an accident [and Wilhelm has been looking at me so bewilderingly] as I have been reading and laughing about all the Prof/Student quotes on your blog. I remember some, and wish I was there for the others.
Classic.
March here in the Frozen North is still in the dead of winter. It is NOT a dumb time to get a hat.
I love Cadbury mini eggs! Just ask my thighs.
I will have to think about my entry and get back to you.
I had to ask someone what a farmer blow was after reading your blog (and that should be worth something)!
*OFFICIAL CONTEST ENTRY*
Ode to: "for keeps"
This little tad bit of a love made me think of the feeling you get when you call into a local radio station and dedicate your most cherished song to the one you love! And then, you call them and tell them to turn on the radio. You know? It's like that kind of love...the kind that makes you happy because someone as cool as gurr isn't afraid to say something totally cute to her rockstar hub. Way better than a song dedication.
Second, "Sometimes, church is boring..." made me just laugh really hard because for some reason I picture what that old woman did as something my own mama would do...and perhaps my Mr. Hyde side when I am in my late 60's. Thanks for reminding me that even if you are a normal young person, there is no gauge to sanity/insanity when you get old.
THANKS FOR YOU BLOG GURR! KEEP EM COMING.
Are present or former spouses of Gurrbonzo banned from competition?
Since I don't have a chance in heaven or h-e-double-hockey sticks of winning the competition of all competitions (similar to my chances that the test I just took for the past two days in order to become a "licensed professional" will actually have a positive impact on my "legal career"), I'm just wondering how one's blog achieves "Favorites" status on shimmygurrshimmy.blogspot.com.
I thank you.
One day I read your blog about being prego and thought "pregancy sounds like fun, I'm going to do it." Then I did it and vomitted all the time. My husband told me I had barf breath and didn't kiss me for a week with his mouth open.
The End.
I missed it! It's probably for the best though since I'm already on my third LARGE bag of Cadbury mini eggs. . .
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