You’re a winner!
Published by Becky S November 7th, 2005 in newsy, wtf?
Last Saturday, a strange message from my mother (who really needs a better nickname than “Mrs. Moon Pappy”) appeared on the answering machine:
Hi Beck, just wondering if I won a contest on your blog. Let me know!
Am I having a contest?
contest mrs moon pappy Newsy wtf?
Maybe she assumed that SEPTA management and union officials wouldn’t accept your invitation and that there would be some sort of cookie giveaway….
…but I thought I won that contest!
Don’t worry, there are enough cookies to go around. I don’t think that’s what she was talking about, though.
Maybe the contest can be to provide a new blog nickname for Mrs. Moon Pappy. If she wins that contest, it would all be very surreal.
Just an FYI…if you get a message from your mom wondering if she won your contest, the correct answer is “yes.”
(What kind of daughter are you anyway?!)
WTF? Why is my own blog making me type in a code to post comments? I didn’t tell it to do that!
Anyway…Clair, I can’t give a prize to my mom. Think of the precedent that would set–pretty soon, everyone would be calling and wondering if they won a contest.
But Becky, I am your mother and I think that makes me deserving of a prize!
Becky I have to say, I agree with Clair. If your mother called and said she thinks she won a prize from your blog–you should give her one. Mrs. Moon Pappy–what do you think your prize should be?
Becky, your friends Clair and Sassy J sure are kind and thoughtful folks. I like their attitude! A good prize might be one of those good meals you talk about making. Or maybe some of the cookies……
Mrs Moon Pappy, I think you should withhold all of Becky’s Christmas presents until she gives you your prize. Of course, not giving your own mother a prize pretty much guarantees that you’ll only get coal from Santa.
Okay, okay. Mrs. Moon Pappy will get a prize! The prize will be one gourmet meal, served up at Chez S, the best restaurant in Fishtown. No cookies, though, unless she promises to hide them from Mr. Moon Pappy.
By the way, the original source of prize confusion was one of those silly pop-ups that says “you’re the one millionth visitor on this website” or some such. It must have popped up behind the scenes, and Mrs Moon Pappy saw it when going to Good Grief! So because of evil pop-ups I have to cook a prize.
I think you should make those crepes with red pepper sauce. Your mother is probably on the Internet mostly to look at your blog (a big asssumption I know–sorry if I’m underestimating your computer needs Mrs. Moon Pappy)–so of course if she is being confused by pop-ups it is up to you to reward her.