We have winners of Aquamarkers here!
The full 40 set goes to: Alana
two runners up receive a pack of 12 pens: Joy and Zarah
The winner of the Midnight Rooster mini kit is: Sarah Mullinax
Im grateful for your participation in relation to the way you answered the questions. Quite fun but hard to pick a direct winner, so I cheated and used a number generator. One of my biggest fears as a kid was always getting picked last for team sports or not standing out enough to shine to be an outright winner. Ive always struggled with that and always will. I just want to be the middle man, you know. So in this game there are no last places.
Bad luck comes in threes - you agree? Well tonight I stubbed my toe (really hard, I hasten to add) before we went to see Shrek 3D with Belle. I screamed when I did it and hopped around on the best foot whilst waiting for the pain to subside. My foot throbbed throughout the cinema screening and when we came out I looked at my toe peeping through my silver gladiator sandals and holy hell; my toe was black! Mark quite rightly pointed out that even a trip to A&E would be fruitless as there is nothing a hospital can do for broken toes. So i took paracetamol - woo, major pain killer.......NOT! Later on, as I was in my craft room doing something or other, Mark came through to show me his half chewed drumstick lolly (don't you just love those?) and in his hand was a filling that the chew had prized out of its moorings. Im just waiting for number 3 in the run of bodily injuries to occur and then we can get back on with our lives.
Perhaps number 3 was me getting a little bit emotional tonight. I seem to lapse into weepy moments a lot recently. I don't mean to, its how I'm made, I guess. I was reading Tara Whitneys blog and relishing the words she was writing about her kids. I'm awfully attached to her writings about her daughter, Mckenna. In so many ways I relate to everything she goes through even though my girl doesn't have strong a condition as hers. And I really started to feel sorry for myself. I REALLY don't want to but I cant help it sometimes. I can imagine that some people want to shake me hard and say get a grip but its always those people who haven't got a bloody clue what its like. Ive splurged this emotional turmoil a million times on my blog before and this is the millionth and one time but I really do break my heart about my girl. Tonight, as we were at the cinema there were girls in there from her year at school. Just three on their own. And there is Ellie going to the cinema with her parents. And there was Ellie needing my help to get down the steps as she can't manage them very well, and there they were skipping down them two at a time. Its not that I'm envious and not that I think "Oh poor Ellie". I just think why? After all her happiness is paramount and she IS happy. That's good, isn't it? But I can't help but think that she doesn't know anything different as she doesn't have friends calling round for her to be even allowed that independence,anyway. She never questions it and doesn't mind that Mark and I are her social life and contact. Gah, I'm sick of talking about it but it does help splurging that emotion to empty it out of my system a little. Shutting up.
Ok, I'm off to tidy my hovel of a craft room up as I have a One to One photography day tomorrow. As Ive revamped my website, you can learn about them there, if you wish. Here she is - all trimmed up