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Before I announce the grand prize winner of the Harry Mason $100 shopping spree giveaway, I wanted to remind you that *EVERYONE* who entered the giveaway gets a $25 shopping spree with any $50 purchase at Harry Mason! Simply email Harry with a copy/paste of the comment you left in the giveaway post and he’ll take care of you. You can find the giveaway post HERE. Navigate through the comments to find yours – there are links for “next comments” and “previous comments” on the bottoms of the pages if you need to search through more than one page. When you find your comment, simply highlight the text of your comment, right click, choose copy, then paste it into an email and send it to harrymason@harrymason .com (delete any spaces, please!). Oh, and make sure you put “BIG O” in the subject line of your email so that Harry knows you’re not spam. Spam is slimy and smelly and I think it makes him vomit.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
See Harry’s animated over there in my sidebar? Under my photo? ———————>
If you click on it, it will bring you to a page on Harry’s website where you can grab a code for another $5 of your order. Yay! Merry Christmas 51 days late! Or 314 days early! Or Happy Valentine’s Day right on time! Whichever floats your boat.
By the way, as you scroll through the comments, you may notice that my comment numbering is, yet again, screwed up. OF COURSE IT IS. No matter how many times I’ve taught my blog to count, it refuses to cooperate out of sheer spite. After I write this, I’m going to take it into a back room and rip it a new one. I hope it can’t sit down for a damn week.
In the meantime, because of this numbering issue, I didn’t use random.org to choose a winner like I have with past giveaways. Instead, I used a plugin called “And the winner is …” which doesn’t care if your blog is a snotty jerkwad because it chooses a random comment, not a random comment number.
So, it’s still random which is good because if it were left up to me to choose a winner, we’d all be at the mercy of my perimenopausal hormones and they just got finished crying at a Kentucky Fried Chicken commercial so God only knows how long we’d be here.
Without further ado, the winning comment for this giveaway is …
Congratulations Kim! Email me at admin @ thecreativejunkie . com (delete those spaces please!) to claim your prize! Once your ears are done showering you with kisses, that is.
Thanks so much to all of you for participating! I never get tired of saying it … I have *the* best readers in all of blogland.
And thank you, Harry Mason, for rocking our ears one more time.
This is a giveaway which means I yammer on for awhile because my brain and fingers are incontinent and then I give something away to one lucky reader. The prize and the rules are explained at the end of this post. If you’d like to enter the giveaway, simply answer the question I ask in the “nits & grits” section below by leaving a comment in this post. To leave a comment in this post, click HERE which will bring you to the comment section. Scroll down and fill in the required fields at the bottom of that page and click “Submit.” You’re done!
When I emailed Harry about this giveaway a couple of weeks ago, I had just come inside after shoveling 43 feet of snow off half my driveway and the reason I shoveled only half my driveway was because my lips had frozen together with snotcicles and when my lips are frozen together with snotsicles, no one can hear me repeatedly scream WINTER CAN BITE ME while I bend over to moon God and if I can’t make a spectacle of myself in my own neighborhood with a soundtrack, what’s the point?
Harry emailed me back with something like Aloha Andrea, blah blah blah, having a wonderful time, blah blah blah, wish you were here, blah blah blah, giveaway is on, love Harry and he sent me this:
And then I deduced that he was in Hawaii because I ARE SMART. Then I waited for the condensation to evaporate off my glasses before I emailed him back with something like You suck, Harry, blah blah blah, it’s negative 842 degrees here, blah blah blah, my cervix is frozen shut, blah blah blah, I have to go outside and defrost my garage door with my hair dryer now, love Andy and I sent him this:
And then he sent me this, which sheds a little light on the slightly whackadoodle-ish personality of his website, don’t you think?
And then I called in a few favors and ordered 43 feet of snow to be air dropped on Hawaii within the hour but guess what happens when no one owes you favors? Absolutely nothing and you still wind up outside on your hands and knees in subzero windchill, defrosting your garage door with a stupid temperamental hair dryer and yelling OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP, all while your favorite San Francisco jewelry designer and his beautiful wife are on their hands and knees on some romantic, exotic island in the Pacific and probably also yelling OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP but for entirely different reasons.
If you’re new around here, you don’t know the love that I have for Harry Mason and his earspirals. If you’ve been around here for awhile, your eyes are probably glazing over and you’re lapsing into a coma as I type.
Bring on the ear porn!
I like to call this Eargasm of Hearts. I’m lobbying to get the word “eargasm” included in next year’s Oxford English Dictionary and by lobbying, I mean I’m thinking really hard about possibly Googling “how the hell do I lobby something” before I eat lunch.
How perfect are these for Valentine’s Day?
If you are not familiar with earspirals, they function exactly like earrings except instead of having a clasp or some other mechanism by which to secure them to your ears, you simply twist these suckers in, following the curve of the spiral.
You might be tempted to look in a mirror when you put these on so you can see what you’re doing and if you’re one of those people whose left remains left and whose right remains right when you’re looking in a mirror, then go you! I happen to be one of those people whose mirror takes all sense of direction and shoves it into a Cuisinart until I wind up saying stuff like No no no! Forward! Wait! I mean, backward. Left! Left! That’s right! I mean, wrong! That’s wrong! What the hell, Andy? OH MY GOD, JUST SHOOT ME ALREADY to my reflection. Kind of how Nate sounds when he’s backseat driving from the passenger seat.
Eargasms come in all shapes and sizes. I like to call these Big Giant Danglegasms but only because I can’t think of anything else to call them.
One of the great benefits of earspirals is that they don’t fall out of your ears like traditional earrings. This means that if you happen to be eating dinner at your favorite restaurant, your left spiral won’t accidentally and unbeknownst to you, plummet into your potato bisque where it will languish until you unwittingly slurp it up without chewing because your teeth were too busy eviscerating your fourth piece of bread, and three days later, you won’t go to the bathroom and look down and holler HOT DAMN, I JUST SHIT GOLD! WE’RE RICH! GET ME SOME GLOVES!
Or it could be one day later, depending on how much fiber you’re getting in your diet.
These are Harry’s new Mystical Magical earspirals or, as I like to call them, MINE ALL MINE KEEP YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OFF OF THEM.
And then we have the threads …
And the ear fancys …
And lookie lookie! A little neck nookie! Pendants, otherwise known as neckgasms. Because why should ears have all the fun?
Up for grabs:
One person will win a $100 shopping spree to Harry Mason Designer Jewelry, at his online shop or at his Pier 39 store in San Francisco!
How nice would some earspirals be for Valentine’s Day? So much better than flowers or chocolate or lingerie. They won’t make you fat or give you diabetes, they won’t wilt and die and no one will expect you to have sex while wearing them. Unless you want to, of course.
While you’re browsing all the beautiful goodness at Harry’s shop, don’t forget to use his wishlist feature. Comes in very handy for those of us born with the attention span of a chihuahua whacked out on meth.
*** SWEET JESUS IN BIRKENSTOCKS, GUESS WHAT? ***
Harry is offering *everyone* who enters this giveaway a $25 shopping spree with any $50 purchase. Everyone wins! After the grand prize winner is announced Monday on this blog, everyone who entered can simply email Harry at harrymason@harrymason . com (delete any spaces, please!) and include a copy/paste of the comment you left in this post. Make sure you put “BIG O” in the subject line so he knows you’re not spam. Last I heard, spam doesn’t need any eargasms because it has no ears.
The nits and grits:
PS: Aloha from Harry
I so appreciate all of your comments and emails and messages with regard to yesterday’s post. They reminded me once again that while the Internet is often times distant and detached, it can surprise you by getting up close and personal just when you need it to the most. Thank you so much for the warm fuzzies and squooshy hugs. They were just what I needed.
I’m putting on my big girl panties and dealing with whatever life sees fit to throw at me because that’s what mothers and wives and females in general do, right? We woman up. All hail the power of the hoo ha!
I want you to know that I’m perfectly aware that that sounded a lot better in my head than it does on my blog.
Moving on … tomorrow I’m having a giveaway and it directly concerns two specific parts of your body. Which ones, you ask? A few hints:
Find out tomorrow, bright and early!
Before I reveal the winner, let me remind you that *ALL* who entered this giveaway are eligible to receive a $25 shopping spree with any $50 purchase from Harry Mason Designer Jewelry. Simply email Harry at harrymason @ harrymason . com (delete those spaces, please!) and include a copy/paste of the comment you entered in the giveaway – you’ll find all the comments HERE. Make sure you put “BIG O” in the subject line so that your email doesn’t land in Harry’s spam filter and die a slow, agonizing death.
OK – There were 334 entries so I asked random.org to choose a random number between 1 and 334 inclusive and this is what it shouted at me:
And the winning comment is:
Congratulations Henrietta! Contact me at admin @ thecreativejunkie . com (delete those spaces, please!) within forty-eight hours to claim your prize! After your ears get through kissing the living daylights out of you, that is.
Thank you, Harry, for your creativity and generosity and thank you all for participating and sharing your dream dates and making this a truly fun giveaway! May we all one day really win that stupid foreign lottery crap that finds its way into our inboxes and then all of our dream dates will become reality dates.
Don’t forget to email Harry and claim your prizes, everyone!
** PLEASE READ **
There seems to be some confusion for those who have never visited here before and might be unfamiliar with navigating blogs. If you’d like to enter this giveaway, you must leave a comment in *this* post telling me what you would like to do on a date if money were no object. You can do this by clicking HERE which will bring you to the comment section. Scroll to the bottom and fill in the comment fields at the bottom of that page. Good luck!
As I sat down to write this post, it occurred to me that there may be some of you out there who are sick to death of me yapping about Harry Mason getting it on with my ears.
I bet Harry Mason has never had his way with your ears, has he? I didn’t think so. Because if he had, you’d be hard pressed to keep quiet about your eargasms, no matter how many people begged, pleaded or threatened to make you walk barefoot on a hotel room carpet.
However, I concede that there are only so many times you can call something THE MOST MIND-BLOWINGLY AWESOMELY ORGASMIC THING IN THE HISTORY OF EVER before it starts to get old.
Except you, Anderson. Don’t you fret. You’ll never too get old for me, pumpkin.
So, rather than me constantly refreshing thesaurus.com in search of synonyms for awesome, let’s try a different approach, shall we?
How about a fantasy?
These are earspirals from Harry Mason’s Romantic You collection. Brimming with blatant gorgeousness, right? I’m choosing one of these for when Anderson Cooper picks me up in his jet and whisks me away to Paris for our first date. We’ll grab a baguette and some cheese and have a picnic at the top of the Eiffel Tower and he’ll compliment me on my impecccable fashion sense and when the backpack he left behind to go downstairs for some creme brulee starts ringing, I’ll answer his iPhone and yell FOR SHIT’S SAKE, WOLF! GO TO PAKISTAN YOURSELF! YOU’LL LOVE IT! IT’S TOTALLY FULL OF LIMELIGHT THERE! And then when Anderson comes back and wants to know why the inside of his iPhone is covered with melted brie, I’ll shake my head and say something along the lines of Ugh. Technology. Can’t live with it, can’t shoot it in the head.
These are from Harry’s Classic You collection. Aren’t they just beautiful? Any of these would go perfectly with jeans, a black sued jacket and black high heeled boots, which is exactly what I will wear when Anderson picks me up on his motorcycle and takes me to the movies for our second date. We’ll debate between The Switch where I think Jennifer Aniston gets impregnated by a drunk and/or gay turkey baster and I will ignore the whole symbolic nature of that theme in favor of The Expendables because watching men blow things up and spew testosterone everywhere in high def is HOT but then that stupid tiny little voice in the back of my head will whisper HOT FOR WHO? And then I’ll get mad and tell that stupid tiny little voice to STOP READING PEREZ HILTON AND SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY while stamping my high heel boot on the cement lobby floor, thereby twisting my ankle and crying a little. Then Anderson will take me to the hospital where I’ll have to provide a urine sample because they always want a urine sample no matter what the hell is wrong with you even though last time I checked, my ankle was really far away from my bladder and as I go to the bathroom to pee, I’ll throw his second iPhone into the toilet accidentally on purpose and he’ll never hear Wolf’s message about a political coup happening in Somalia because honestly, what’s the big deal? Isn’t there always a political coup happening in Somalia?
ANDERSON COULD TOTALLY PHONE IT IN, WOLF.
If he still had a phone.
These beauties hail from Harry’s Fun Fashion You collection. Have you ever seen anything more whimsical that didn’t have the words “Cirque de” in front of it? Guess what? I own the top left pair! How lucky am I? I’ll be wearing them when Anderson scoops me up on his bike and we trek north to Cape Cod where we’ll spend our third date whale watching which will make us hungry so we’ll go out for some local seafood except that I avoid all things seafood because I don’t eat things that poop where they live except for crab but only if they’re made into cakes because once you add in onions and garlic and Old Bay seasoning and dijon mustard and bread crumbs and fry it up in oil, who cares where it poops? And then Anderson will tell me a story about how once, his friend Wolf unwittingly ate bull’s testicles while reporting from Peru and I’ll respond by declaring that THE BEST STORY EVER because hello? A Wolf and a bull? That’s a fable just dying to be born so we start bonding over various morals to be learned from eating a bull’s genitalia and I discreetly chuck his third iPhone with fifty-seven flashing text messages from Wolf Blitzer into the ginormous bowl of shrimp gumbo sitting on the table behind me.
These are Harry’s Spinfinity spirals. I can’t stop staring at them! And don’t you just love the name? I’ll be wearing these babies when Anderson and I tee off at Pebble Beach for our fourth date and while he’s trapped in the bunker on #6, I’ll drive the cart with our clubs and personal belongings to the green and while Anderson examines his lie, I will text Mr. Blitzer back with Golfing, then marriage. Then baby carriage. Can’t covr stck mrkt crash. Will wait for nxt 1. Dow Jones not invited to wdding. Buy me new iphone for wddng presnt. Keep losing them. CU nxt yr. Love, A.Coop. Then I’ll fling the phone into the Pacific and Anderson will never have to see the text from Wolf asking WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ARE YOU DRUNK?
These are from Harry’s Eclectic You collection. Can you say funky? I think any one of these will be the perfect accessory for when Anderson and I go parasailing in Hawaii on our honeymoon. I’ll be The Funky Creative Junkie. They’ll also look awesome with shorts and a tank top and flip flops which is what I’ll wear when we go to the Apple store to buy Anderson his sixth iPhone because he lost his fifth one somewhere in the depths of the Kilauea volcano and the only reason Anderson even discovered that it was gone was because some guy yelled HEY, SHE JUST THREW YOUR PHONE INTO LAVA to Anderson but Anderson thought he said HEY, SHE MUST BLOW FOAM INTO JAVA because when he asked me “What’d that guy say?” that’s what I told him. Then he waved to the guy and said NOT REALLY, SHE ONLY DRINKS HOT CHOCOLATE. This all happened right before Anderson reached for his iPhone and found the gaping hole in his pocket that I had ripped earlier that day and then he put two and two together and got five and declared his iPhone had accidentally fallen out of his shorts and I said That’s what you get for buying cheap shitty clothing made in sweat shops in Indonesia, Anderson. Clue up.
It’s not my fault Anderson sucks at math.
These are Harry’s Ear Fancys and Threads. Totally innovative and cool and exactly what I intend to wear when Steve Jobs invites me to his house for dinner as a thank you for being instrumental in the surge of iPhone sales for the last fiscal quarter.
OK! On to the important stuff …
One person will win a $100 shopping spree to Harry Mason Designer Jewelry, at his online shop or at his Pier 39 store in San Francisco! Now you too can have eargasms when you go out with your favorite CNN news anchor! Hey, maybe we can double? But please, don’t choose Wolf Blitzer because if I have to spend the entire night watching him shift his weight from his right foot to his left while listening to his monotone voice, I can’t guarantee that I won’t wind up yelling FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST DRY ALREADY, PAINT! I MEAN, WOLF! WHATEVER!
While your browsing all the beautiful goodness at Harry’s shop, don’t forget to use his wishlist feature. Comes in very handy for those of us born with the attention span of an ADHD chipmunk.
*** HOLY SHIT, GUESS WHAT? ***
If you do not win this giveaway, you do not walk away ‘gasmless. Harry is offering all who enter a $25 shopping spree with any $50 purchase. After the winner is announced on this blog, simply email Harry at harrymason @ harrymason. com (delete all the spaces, please!) and include a copy/paste of the comment you entered in this post. Make sure to put “BIG O” in the subject line so he knows you’re not spam. Spam don’t get eargasms. It’s a law somewhere. I forget where.
The nits and grits: