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Post by fernwood on Nov 14, 2020 7:35:49 GMT -5
I am doing a special promo for the upcoming Holidays on my Business FB page. It is about sharing your favorite Christmas memory. Others are able to vote on my page for the favorite one. Winner will receive a custom SFRB of jewelry, rough rocks and/or slabs. Value of $50.00. I will contact the winner to determine what will be in the prize package. Anyone can share their memory. Winner does not need to be in the USA, but if someone in another country wins, the prize will not arrive until after Christmas. www.facebook.com/nativeinspireIf you are on FB, please post your favorite memory. Admins. Feel free to move this if not an appropriate placement. |
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Post by rockjunquie on Nov 14, 2020 8:54:51 GMT -5
fernwood Beth- I have moved this to the competition and contest section. It's rock related, so I see no problem with it. Who doesn't like to win rocks? 
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Post by jasoninsd on Nov 14, 2020 9:03:18 GMT -5
What a fantastic offering from you...once again! Whether you're trying to or not, you're an inspiration and I believe you show characteristics we should all try to emulate. Thank you for that! |
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Post by fernwood on Nov 14, 2020 11:14:07 GMT -5
Thanks. It is not a RTH contest, but some here follow my FB business page.
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Post by stephan on Nov 16, 2020 22:44:57 GMT -5
fernwood when you say “favorite,” do yo necessarily mean “good,” or does retroactively amusing work?
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Post by fernwood on Nov 17, 2020 6:56:23 GMT -5
fernwood when you say “favorite,” do yo necessarily mean “good,” or does retroactively amusing work? Favorite is favorite. It could be amusing. One year, when I was 3, I accidently got my blow up santa figure too close to the wood stove. At the time I cried. Now I laugh about it. |
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Post by stephan on Nov 24, 2020 1:30:46 GMT -5
I don’t do FB, but I’ll share something memorable here for amusement sake. In 2008, after my divorce, my ex-wife and I had joint custody of our son for a while. For Christmas that year, I was to have him Christmas Eve until 10PM. At about 8:00 when I was opening gifts with the boy, one of the wiener dogs started throwing up non-stop. Both had escaped earlier in the day (took themselves for a walk, they insisted). Now, getting a vet on Christmas Eve is dicey. Luckily I live in the city that has California’s only vet school, so we took him to the teaching hospital, and the kid-exchange ended up happening there. So Christmas Eve was pretty crappy. On Christmas Day, I shelled out 3 grand, picked up Buster (yes, he was appropriately named), who looked unduly pleased with himself after an experience that should have killed him. He’d had his stomach pumped, and been given charcoal, which he loved, according to the vet. The vet estimated that he’d eaten two pounds of drank chocolate (where did a 13 pound dog put that?), which I can only figure he found on someone’s doorstep when he and Buddy were out for adventure. Buster was never keen on sharing with his brother, so I guess I saved $3000 because of that. He also never learned his lesson, and continued to try to swipe chocolate whenever he got the chance. He lived another 12 years after that, until he passed this spring. In fact, he outlived his brother by almost 10 years (Buddy died of a stroke. Until that happened, I did not realize that that was thing with dogs). Buster was the reddish-brown one with David Bowie eyes: ‘  What?! by sdttds, on Flickr |
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