Thursday, August 22, 2013

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner! (Not really... it's Creative Bioscience product and stuff)

Recently, I paired up with Kate Pilkington of The Nested Blog, Jennifer Bosse of Defining My Happy, and Amy Miller of Addled Living for an awesome giveaway. The winners have been chosen!

The winner of the prize pack is Laura Hickey. The prize pack included:

- $25 Amazon Gift Card
- $20 Gift Card to store of your choice
-3 months free ad space on Defining  My Happy (promote business or blog!)
-3 months Bioscience Product (
-Spa kit including locally hand-made lotion and soaps & a pedicure kit

It was decided that the spa kit would be given away as a separate runner-up prize, so the winner of that item is Ana Nouri.


Thank you, everyone, for your participation. I hope to be able to give you more cool prizes in the future!

Kate, Amy, and especially Jennifer (who ran the whole shebang) - I couldn't have been paired up with better bloggers for my first giveaway. Hugs!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

End of Summer Giveaway! Gift Card, Diet Pills, Ad Space...Yay!

Well, the summer is winding down and we're all tired. Personally, I'm tired of my kids, tired of my messy house, and tired of being tired in general. We can all use a little refreshing, especially as moms, eh? What's better than an END OF SUMMER GIVEAWAY? Whoop, whoop... nuttin', honey!

The time has come for me to post my results and give out the three months of Creative Bioscience weight loss supplement products as per my agreement. Although I had some delays due to my Lyme disease, I have completed the 3 months of supplements and I did manage to lose 15 pounds total (and keep it off) without even doing the dieting part.

Although I will not be continuing the pills, I do feel they met my particular need, which was to jump start my weight loss journey and lose some poundage off of my roundage. I met half of my goal and all things considered, I'm quite happy with that. I still ate what I wanted and did nothing but take the pills and do some light exercise. I think that's how weight loss supplementation pills should be done, so that's what I did.

My favorite of the 3 pills I chose were the African Mango 1200. If you are the winner, you can choose any 3 products adding up to a 90 day supply. Take 3 months of the same thing or 3 different ones to see what you might like.


I have paired up with three other bloggers (thanks to a well-timed invitation by the lovely Jennifer Bosse at Defining My Happy) and the pot is sooooo much sweeter! Please join in on the Rafflecopter fun to win prizes from Jen Bosse, moi, Kate Pilkington at Nested, and Amy Miller at Addled and give your tired butt a nice little end of summer gift!

Prize pack includes:
- $25 Amazon Gift Card
- $20 Gift Card to store of your choice
-3 months free ad space on Defining  My Happy (promote business or blog!)
-3 months Bioscience Product (
-Spa kit including locally hand-made lotion and soaps & a pedicure kit

The contest runs until August 20th at midnight. Enter now and good luck!
The winner of the prize pack is Laura Hickey
It was decided that the spa kit would be given away as a separate runner-up prize, so the winner of that item is Ana Nouri
Thank you, everyone, for your participation.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Survival of the Fittest: My First Amtrak Ride

I recently went on Pee-Wee's Big Adventure Cindy's Big Adventure to BlogHer '13 in Chicago. Although I did not end up in a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex's mouth with a waitress named Simone, I did, of course, come home with writing material from my trip. I have so much material that it will take many blog posts to tell my tales. I may have to start a mini-series.

At first, I thought I would drive. Silly me. I checked the hotel website and saw that it was $49 per night for big city parking. Don't you want to kiss me before you... well, you know.

A Lyme disease flare cemented the decision to ride the rails and off to the train station I went. I excitedly boarded the train (business class, thanks to my mama's generosity) and took a picture to prove how happy I was about it.

I settled in, picking a single seat so that I could work privately on several projects I carted along with me. Instead, I did nothing. I rode the train and felt important. In business class, you get a few perks. Waiting in my seat was a copy of The New York Times newspaper. Oh joy, look at the front page story!

In case you can't read the fine print, it says, "Train Derails in Spain." Wait, it says what? Is that a passenger train? Yes, of course it is! Not only was there a story on the front page about a horrible train accident, there was another train accident story inside. Double joy! I must say, reading The New York Times quite depressed me. Gloom and doom are totally not my thing and I had been excited about my trip before picking up the news.

I painted my fingernails in the cafe car at a table by myself while some young men drank beer before noon and played cards at the tables behind me. I drank coffee, which eventually prompted a trip to the loo. I managed to urinate in the awful little bathroom which smelled like a port-a-potty. I held on to the handrail with a death grip while simultaneously balancing in hovercraft position over "the hole of the unknown." It was terrifying.

Returning to my seat, I put the paper of doom out of sight and watched the world go by my window seat, fast and slow, boring and somewhat exciting. The train ride was a bit bumpy, but I tolerated the bumping and swaying rhythms just fine. That is, until we did the "this is normal for this train, folks" backing up part at Union Station. Then, I got my first taste of sea-sickness in Chicago. My second and third cases of sea-sickness were compliments of the cabbies and shuttle drivers in Chicago, but the train backing up was the worst. I resisted the urge to hurl, for there were no barf bags on the train, you see.

Overall, the trip to Chi-town on the Amtrak train was uneventful. I didn't die. How bad could the trip back be? Well, worse, of course.

I got to the train station in Chicago for my return trip half an hour early, as instructed. After wandering around quite lost, I asked for directions and found my spot in line where I waited for the half hour and then an hour more. They were working on the train doing, "mechanical work," and there would be a delay.

I wondered to myself why they couldn't just lie and say they were doing maintenance. That sounded so much better. And safer.

As we boarded the train, I noticed brake pads strewn about near the wheels. Brake pads? BRAKE PADS! Hold on, they were working on the brakes? Yep, the conductor with the great sense of humor confirmed that indeed they had been working on the brakes and the train was as good as new!

Well, whoopee, I'm going to die.

I texted a few people, just so they'd know the cause of the crash. I envisioned the headline, "Brilliant aspiring writer dies in horrible passenger train crash. Brakes to blame." Alas, there was no crash. I did not die.

At least, I assume I'm not dead. If I am dead, it is good to know there is blogging in the afterlife.

Settled in again with many projects still to be done (which I never did), I realized the trip home would be a long one. The woman directly behind me was obviously very ill and she coughed approximately every 3 minutes like clockwork. As the trip wore on, she began to sniff between coughs. She was still on the train when I got off. So yes, she coughed and she sniffed toward the back of my head... the whole 3-1/2 hours.

As if that wasn't bad enough, about an hour before I blissfully disembarked, a woman got on with her three small children... in business class. A wide-eyed, squealing toddler, clearly over-stimulated, plus a kid about three who wanted to ask everyone everything known to man, and a kid about eight who did mind his own business. The mother was clearly frazzled. It was entertainment, but not the good kind.

I considered the trip on the Amtrak as I exited and deemed it a good melting pot experience. Amtrak, thank you for not killing me. I could not have driven those Chicago streets on my own and am thankful for your transport of my weary body. In the end, you served me well and your soft pretzel was wonderful, even though it had no salt on it and the package clearly stated it would be salted. I forgive you this gross oversight since it was a sealed microwaveable package and this was obviously a factory defect. The nacho cheese covered this sin effectively, thank God.