Remember The Cranberries? I stole my post title from their album of the same name. Oh, the early 90's...I was a new college student, attending a state school just outside my hometown. Meanwhile my friend Kelly was living the full collegiate experience at Georgia Tech, becoming cooler by the minute, soaking up the Atlanta atmosphere. I made frequent trips up and down I-75 to hang with her there, because I wanted to be cool, too...and the University of Georgia is in Athens, which was a further drive.
But I digress.
Everybody in the blogosphere seems to be having a giveaway. And it's a good time of year for it, what with the holiday season in full effect. Have you been in Target lately? They are in full-on Christmas mode. Already. Before Halloween. Seriously, it has to be Thanksgiving day before I break out the Christmas With The Rat Pack CD. Or pour my first glass of eggnog.
Again, I digress.
I feel the need to give away free stuff. Yes, free stuff. Don't you love that word? FREE! Since I love Target, despite its early decking of the halls...er, aisles...I think it's appropriate to give y'all some Bullseye love. Who wants a $25 gift card? What a silly question. We all want a Target gift card. And if you don't, please have your head examined. Then go read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
And because I would feel lame just giving away a "flat one," (as it's called in my husband's family--"flat ones" are cards containing money and/or a gift card--we love flat ones!) I'm throwing in one of my favorite, fun books...I've posted about it previously:
We love this book. It's bunches of fun on cold nights, long car rides, meals with friends, at family get-togethers...and it's perfect for this time of year.
So how do you get the goods? Glad you asked. Just leave me a comment. But wait...I'm gonna throw out a question from the If book, and I'd love to hear your response in my comments. I'm not making you work too hard here, huh? I'll go first:
If you could pick one famous person to be your next door neighbor, who would you have next door to you? Paula Deen. We'd share tomatoes and squash and hang out in our gardens. And I'd watch Bulldog football with her sons, while Caroline plays with her grandson, Jack, with Libbey supervising. Scott & Capt. Michael would be doing their own thing...watching Nascar, listening to Charlie Daniels, chewing tobacco...being manly men. We'd also be invited to her dinner parties, as well as Easter brunch and a big ol' fish fry on Independence Day. Also, every now and then she'd call and say, "Hey, Lula--my close, personal friend--wanna come over and drink some coffee with me? We'll give each other pedicures and eat Chess Bars and drift off into a sugar coma. Whaddya say, darlin'?" Good times.
[And y'all thought I was gonna say Jason Statham. Or Stephenie Meyer. Or JJ Abrams. Or Joss Whedon. Or Tim Curry. No, I'm sticking with Paula. The rest of these folks will just live within driving distance, of course. Dang, won't I live in the coolest place ever? Y'all come live near us, too.]
Let's discuss amongst ourselves, peeps. Comment away! I wanna give away free stuff. It will make me happy.