Since the last contest was such a success I want to do another one this week! Thank you to everyone who has been supporting these contests by clicking the ads on my page. The more clicks, the better the prizes!
Here’s what’s up for grabs!
- white Nike hoodie - size M
- pink Nike sports bra - size M
- black Nike running tights- size M
- black Nike running shoes- size 9
- white iPod Nano - one of the first generation
- pair of black skullcandy earbuds
- and the best part -
A brand new Polar FT7 Heart rate monitor. You can wear this while you work out and it keeps track of your heart rate and exactly how many calories you burn! It’s my favorite workout accessory!
Here’s the rules:
-Must be following:
-Reblog up to 3 times!
-The winner will be chosen using Random.org, so try and use all 3 Reblogs for more chances to win!
-No likes, only reblogs.
-Ends in 1 week - January 20th 2012.
Love you guys!!!
Mom’s Gold Star
In order to fully appreciate this submission, you have to know that both of these women are mothers. Once I knew that, I was sold. Especially since I wasn’t so sure R. was joking until I read the submitter’s description. “Hmmm,” I’d thought. “What a weird series of responses. Who does she think she is? This crazy lady?” But then I realized she was being sarcastic, and I instantly went from gritting my teeth in disgust to bowing down to the Master in awe.
That’s not to say J. didn’t earn her share of the Gold Star, too. If not for her brazen status update, in which she knowingly mocks her friends for having succumbed to posting this ridiculous chain status, R.’s comments wouldn’t even exist. Together, these two ladies share this week’s Gold Star 50/50, and I applaud their efforts as women, as mothers and as snarky bitches. You go,
Related: Brain Surgery vs. Being a Mom
(submitted by Anonymous)
everyone should reblog this.
young fig for leonardo da vinci, an annunciation, 1937
i was running late to my drawing class and rushing up the stairs past a boy that i have seen regularly on campus, but never spoken to. he slowed down and opened his hands to show me a perfect, still hummingbird; tiny and iridescent in his rough hands. ”it’s the saddest thing ever,” he said and i ran a shaking finger across brilliant down. it will go into the ground having been touched by only two people, who are strangers to each other.