Sam’s dad thinks his mustache is only worth $500. I say F* that noise. As of this writing, he’s already doubled that. I think we can do better.
Sam’s going to get better. He’s going to have many years before he meets Madison. St. Baldricks funds the research to help kids beat cancer. That buys you enough karma points to go kick some puppies and tease some kittens with your tuna sandwich.
So this beauty will not be staying in my house. The Smiths don’t really know what to think of the interloper anyway. That Diamondback with its backwards turning cylinder.
Tomorrow, we will learn who really owns this lovely revolver. It will ship with a custom holster lovingly crafted by EvylRobot of TheHolsterSite. Hence why it is currently in my cluttered living room.
So here’s the deal for tomorrow. I’ve got friends descending on my entirely too cramped house first thing in the morning. Then we will join EvylRobot‘s grandparents for Thanksgiving. This may very likely be the last Thanksgiving with his grandfather. Of course, the doctors have been saying that since he was born,. He’s 91 now. So take that for what it’s worth.
Then we will take the Robot clan on over to my family’s gathering at my mother’s house. Heh. We’ll just leave that.
Once we retire back to our humble abode and apply an appropriate amount of adult beverages, we’ll draw names for the first drop of raffles.
What does this mean for you? Everything except the VIPER, JACK, and HEATH drawings will end tomorrow. (Will verify that before any names are drawn) You have until 7PM central time to get your entries in.
What will you see tomorrow? Not a whole hell of a lot. Sorry. There are several raffle entries from those who wish to keep their real names private. I will let you know that it has been done. I will be contacting the winners via email and will post results as soon as possible.
You have really done amazing things here. Each of you that have donated to the cause should pat yourselves on the back. You’ve done something truly amazing for one of our tribe. This is the very heart and soul of what families do. Blood isn’t important. How very fitting that this happens on the day we all traditionally spend with our families.
Get your entries in. If you don’t hear from me, email me. Or comment. Or something. I really don’t want to leave anyone out.
Jay has the rundown on everything else. If you have donated and you have not heard from me in some fashion, get in touch with me. Comment, email, whatever. I don’t want to miss anyone. I am responding to each entry that I receive.
All too often, when looking out across the jagged edges of your own life, the world looks like a cold and lonely place. I pass people on the street making empty eye-contact with strangers. No spark of connection or care. Each and every one alone in the crowd.
But not me. I am wrapped up in something great. A community connected with our glowing screens and keyboards. A family that cannot bear the thought of one of our own in pain. One of our own in need. Plenty of flesh and blood families aren’t this good. It is my honor to be list keeper. It’s a selfish thing almost. I get to have the warm fuzzy feeling of being a part in this every time my email notification dings. I get to ‘hear’ you say things like
The ____ is freaking sweet! I’d love to win that. But really, having Tam healthy and happy is the best prize of all. [Paraphrased from several emails]
I appreciate all the thanks I have received. You are so very welcome. Sure, it’s like herding cats, but they are all awesome cats that purr and lean in for head scratches as they pass. Not a single floor-pooper in the bunch!
Heh. This ragtag group of miscreants doesn’t do anything small. Particularly when it’s our favorite sister of snark that is in need.
So, madness happened. All kinds of things are being raffled off. Jay is in charge of getting that information out there. And I am the book-keeper. I have mad spreadsheet skills, just saying. Also, I know my carpal tunnel exercises and my chiropractor is paid up. Challenge me, I dare you. I rock spreadsheets, workbooks, and databases for my day job. You know what? I think you just might be up to it, and I have at least one volunteer waiting in the wings. It’s not going to be easy though. I’m serious; I dare you to try and overwhelm me.
Once we’ve figured out which pens we’re herding the cats into, all of you that have donated will begin receiving emails from me confirming what I show for your donation amount and which raffle(s) you want chances towards. Once I get through the backlog, subsequent donations will get an confirmation with 48 hours (probably much less).
LISTEN, THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART
If you have already donated and you do not receive an email from me by Friday, let me know. Contact me by email (jennifer AT injennifershead.com), hit me up on FaceBook, Tweet me @InJennifersHead, or comment here. Heidi, the wonderpup, really hates pigeons so those messages never make it through.