Saturday, January 24, 2009

Win Some Green M&Ms Valentine Contest

The So-Called Rules:
Create a valentine related to candy. Any candy. You can bake it, shake it, scan it, fan it, paste it, taste it, lace it, trace it. Anything you want, but nothing too obscene or gross (if you've ever read this blog you know that gives you a lot of leeway).
Email to the address at the bottom of the blog.
The grand prize is whatever green M&Ms are coming my way for promotion, minus the ones I eat, so get those entries in while there's still candy left.
Runners up get a DVD or video from Captain Jeanna's treasure trove of cra—I mean wonderful movie collection.
The contest closes when I get enough valentines and the candy arrives.

8 comments:

Unhinged said...

I love Sweetarts.

I can't wait to see what people come up with, either!

Jeanna said...

Not much, judging from the last few contests. Hopefully my little cousins will give it a whack.

Uncivil said...

Well you know what my user profile says!
"unmannerly, unpolished, unrefined, and sometimes down right vulgar!"
I can't say you haven't been warned!

Shall I moderate myself? You can delete that Alka-Seltzer comment if you like! I won't be offended!

Jeanna said...

Done and done. Girl Scouts might be reading this you know.

lisaschaos said...

Hmmm, I'll have to try to get my creative hat outta the freezer and warm it up. :)

Uncivil said...

In a Tavern, uptown Madson,
What a place to wine & dine
Dwelt a finer portly hiner,
And her daughter Valentine

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Valentine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Valentine

Fright she was, big & hairy,
As she stood bout six foot nine,
Candy boxes, without topses,
Shoes they were for Valentine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Valentine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Valentine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Valentine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Valentine

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Valentine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Valentine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Valentine

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Valentine,
But I kissed her little sister,
And I forgot my Valentine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Valentine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Valentine

Jeanna said...

Who are you kidding, Lisa, you're creativity was NEVER even chilled.

Jeanna said...

Very nice, James, but Grandma Clem hates that song. Maybe that's why she was such a great swimmer.
A little serenade to take a break from geek hell is kind of sweet? You're still a sick little monkey though.