Sarah Gives Away a Wii™ and a Wii Fit™ Plus

This is super awesome. You can win a Wii™ system and a Wii Fit™ Plus game! Right here, on my review site!

<sup>That's right. You heard me. I have been selected as a Nintendo Enthusiast and received this Wii console and Wii Fit Plus game (including balance board) from Nintendo to give away.

Simply leave a comment in the comment section on this post that answers the question “How would you fit some fit in with Wii Fit Plus from Nintendo”? (Also acceptable How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?)</sup>

Entries will be accepted until April 29, 2010 at 11.59pm.

Legal Disclaimers: You cannot win if you are in my immediate family. This means you, Mom.

You must be over 18 and be a resident of the United States. Sorry Canada. Sorry everyone else. You cannot win if you are a Nintendo employee.

There will be no disputing the drawing. It will be honest. The winner is final.

FTC Disclaimer: I did not buy the Wii console or the Wii Fit Plus game, in fact they will be sent to you directly via Brand About Town if you win. I did however get a Wii Fit Plus game, a Wii Fit Plus Party and a jacket for free. I also got a DSi, but don't tell my children.

Nintendo is providing the Wii system and the Wii Fit Plus game and the prizes will be sent directly to the winner. I’m just hosting the giveaway on my site.

I will have The Goon Squad draw a name out of a hat on April 30, 2010. The winner will be notified by email and the prize will be sent in 2 - 4 weeks.

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TRADEMARKS

· Nintendo

· Wii™

· Wii Fit ^TM Plus

PRIZING

· One Wii™ system and one copy of the Wii Fit™ Plus game for the Wii™ system

And the Winner Is

BEYOND. Congratulations. You won the See's Candy.

Please e-mail me your address at goonsquadsarah (at) gmail (dot) com.

Sweet as Chocolate - A See's Candy Giveaway!

See's Candy has asked me to share my sweetest love story with you for a pre-Valentine's Day giveaway.

At first I wasn't sure what I would share with you. My husband and I aren't very romantic people. When we were first dating I told him that he shouldn't buy me flowers, they cost a lot of money and my cat would eat them and then they would die. I would rather him buy me a six pack of beer.

He has remembered that and he must love me very much because he buys beer a lot.

We do go to dinners that happen to be romantic, but really as much as we enjoy each others company we're mostly there for the food.

One time my neighbor pointed out to me that we are the only couple that she knows that call each other "dude".

Of course that doesn't mean we aren't sweet to each other.

In 2004 I was very, very pregnant with The Goon Squad. I went into labor at 28 weeks. It was scary. If they were born when I first started having contractions they would have been three months early. On April 5th I was admitted to the hospital where I was put on bed rest indefinitely.

Five weeks later I was still there. You cannot even imagine how terrifying it is to spend weeks and weeks and weeks knowing that any minute now you could have two premature babies who may or may not make it. Most of the time was a complete blur of doctors and nurses and shots and extraordinary boredom mixed with fear, but I remember this Sunday very clearly. It was May 9th. It was Mother's Day.

My poor husband was still working 50 - 60 hours a week. He spent as much time in the hospital with me as he could but he still had to do things like laundry, grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, and taking care of our pets. He was stretched pretty thin. I don't know how he took care of everything and still spent four nights a week with me in my hospital room. I really don't know how he found the time to buy me a Mother's Day present.

On Sunday morning he handed me a little red box. Inside the box was a pair of emerald earrings. One from each baby. The earrings were their birthstone.

Three days later the babies were born. My husband gave me an emerald necklace to match the earrings. This one was from him. It was for having his babies.

If that isn't sweet I don't know what is.

Happy early Valentine's Day to all three of my Valentines - or Valentimes if you are one of the children.

Now for the giveaway part!

Just leave a comment telling me YOUR sweetest love story or leaving a link to one you posted on your own site.


Extra Ways to Enter:

Do you really, really want to win? Here are some opportunities for extra entries, in addition to your comment with your Sweetest Love Story:

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2) Tweet about this contest using the #seescandy tag (you can Tweet daily and post the link in the comments below!)

3) Blog about why you want to win the Share Your Sweetest Love Story with links back to this post, as well as to the See's homepage (link:
http://www.sees.com/) and post the link it in the comments below.

Enter Now!
Deadline for entries is midnight, PST, Friday, February 5th and we
will notify you by email.


Legal Disclaimer:

I am being compensated to run this giveaway by See's Candy via The Clever Girl Collective. They are giving me a gift card and candy. Mmmmm. Chocolate.

Sarah Reviews Woodburners Two

Four years ago I bought two gas fireplaces from Woodburners Two in Falls Church, Virginia.

I love my fireplaces, but from day one I have had nothing but trouble from the people who work there.

The word clusterfuck comes to mind.

After months of trying to get my gas inserts installed I vowed that I would never deal with this company again.

But oh, I am a glutton for punishment so when my pilot light went out in my downstairs fireplace the other day I called Woodburners Two.

They told me to relight my pilot light. That there were directions online.

They said if I couldn't figure it out they could come service it in 11 days.

11 days! It is winter!

I went on their website and after 20 minutes of searching (I work online. I am on the internet at least six hours a day, I know how to navigate a website) I finally found the "instructions".

My husband, who has an engineering degree and builds buildings for a living couldn't make sense out of their directions.

I called Woodburners Two back and left a message that I would like to make an appointment for service.

Nobody called me back. It has been three days. THREE BUSINESS DAYS.

This morning I called again. A woman answered the phone like this (I am not making this up):

"Is this Woodburners Two?"

I said "Oh, I am trying to call Woodburners Two."

She said "Oh, we're not open yet."

I said "Okay."

Then she said "Fine. What do you want?"

I said "I'd like to make an appointment for service."

She said "Service isn't open today."

Yes people, Woodburners Two doesn't have Saturday service. They don't even take calls for service on the weekend.

I said "Well, I left a message on Wednesday and nobody has gotten back to me."

The woman said "Well, yeah. She is busy and she is getting back to people in the order they called."

I said "Oohhhhhkayyyyy".

And then she didn't say anything!

I said "I am very disappointed in your customer service."

She said "We're very busy."

I said "I'll call another place that can service my fireplace."

And then I did.





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Woodburners Two has given me no compensation for this review. In fact, they have given me nothing but grief for four years.

Sarah Reviews the Nikon D90

A couple of months ago (okay, a lot of months ago, like six) Nikon let me borrow a D90 to take on the Mom Road Trip.

I was excited. I had wanted a DSLR forever and just months before my husband went out and bought a D60 which we loved.

But the D90 took video.

The very first picture I took was out of the window on 495 (The Beltway to anyone not from around here). Devra was driving easily 65 mph and my picture came out crystal clear.



I couldn't believe it. I honestly took the camera out of the box, removed the lens cap, turned it on and pushed the button. That is all.

The D60 is an amazing camera. The D90 is an entirely different animal.

A way better animal.

A faster, cooler, more evolved animal.

The D90 is Marsha to the D60's Jan.



I could rant and rave and tell you how I call the camera "My Precious" or how when I have to return Precious to her rightful owner I will have to take to my bed and draw the curtains for a fortnight. I could get technical and tell you all of the Nikon D90's qualifications.

Instead, I want to show you some of the pictures I have taken with the Nikon D90 since July.



Devra in Giant.



Laurie Smithwick took this of Laurie White and me with the D90 at BlogHer.



Claudia before her swimming lesson.



Chicago



My husband took this one.



He took this one too. Also out of a moving car window.



My son



and again



At MiniBar



Philadelphia sunset




The Golden Gate Bridge



Beer Represented



My Cat Through the Window



The Beastie Boys Pose



Sid and Klaus



The Ravens (I was way up in a lower level box here)



Pre-Sledding Injury



Stella (my husband took this one too)




Tomatilloes

See?

Nikon was actually pretty smart to let me borrow the D90. I mean, assuming they can pry it out of my hands, I'll probably end up buying one of my own.


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Full Disclosure: Nikon let me borrow the D90 and a lens. They did not give me anything to keep nor did they give me any money. These are my words, my photographs and my opinions. Every picture posted here was taken with a Nikon D90.

Sarah Rants About Kmart

Why? Why? Why do I go to Kmart?

I hate Kmart. Every time I go there I leave angry. It must be a job requirement to be stupid or just really, really high to work there.

This time I bought the following things: a four pack of wrapping paper, some tape, some mittens and a pack of stickers.

It took two people seven minutes to check me out.

And neither one of them gave me my bags.

THEY JUST STOOD THERE!

I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to get it myself or if they weren't done with me yet.

And then I couldn't leave because two other guys were standing in my way. They were between the cash register and the door. One was an employee and one was a shopper. They weren't talking to each other, they weren't looking at each other they were both just standing around completely on their own near each other. Not close enough to be touching, but close enough to completely block my path and since I couldn't move the lady behind me in line (who was coughing as if she had H1N1) couldn't move forward so that she could hang out for seven to ten minutes while the two cashiers tried to figure out how to sell he a pack of gum.

I know why I go there. I go there because it is across the street from a really great library and Target isn't really quite as close.

But every time I go to Kmart, that one or any one anywhere I leave angry.

Every. Stinking. Time.

So I am through. Kmart is dead to me. DEAD TO ME!

Whoo.

I feel much better.

Thanks.

Sarah Reviews Charmin Ultra

I was asked if I would like to review Charmin Ultra for my review blog.

Before I really thought about it I said "Yes! Of course!" because, duh, free toilet paper. I get a lot of pitches, but toilet paper is something I use every singe day without exception.




Then the toilet paper showed up and I was pleased because somebody who shall remain nameless bought us cheap toilet paper and I for one think that if you are going to skimp maybe the stuff that touches your privates isn't the best place to save money.

So I put a roll in my bathroom. That is when it hit me.

Oh my God, I am going to have to write about wiping my ass.

I think it is pretty safe to assume that you want to read about it even less than I want to write about it so suffice it to say that the Charmin Ultra was far superior to the cheap Angel Soft that I had been using right before that.

I can also say with complete honesty that the next time I bought toilet paper I bought the Charmin Ultra.

Because when it comes to wiping your junk you really want something soft.

I should work in advertising.