CLOSED! Sponsored Giveaway: #MyAmbianceMoment

More like, #My-Life-Successfully-Fueled-By-Ambiance-For-The-Past-Two-Months-Moment. (chew on that hash Twitter!) Which is less than sporadic moments and seems more like an eternity.
Now, is it just me, or does every other busy woman/mother on the planet find energy to pull themselves through every. single. day. with some sort of caffeinated source of power? I mean, sure, there are the “textbook” sleep, healthy diet, and exercise, but, well, when you suffer from chronic insomnia, chase a toddler up and down stairs seventy-four badrillion times on any given day, and your main source of nutritional intake is chocolate chip cookies, you tend to deplete way more energy than those textbook keys can possibly, and properly, replenish.
Cue my choice in drag me through the rest of the day pick me up: Coffee.
I’m usually a drive-thru kind of gal. Ask anyone that’s ever frequented a Starbucks or Dutch Bros. with me and you’ll quickly learn that I don’t order coffee. I order “abominations to the succulent beauty of coffee”. Sugar, milk, syrup, sugar, ice, sugar. My dentist can attest to the sugar intake. ::ehem cavities ehem::
ambiance-gift-basketWhen I first received this amazingly generous basket of Smart & Final’s new line of Ambiance coffee, I abominated. And hard. I busted out my Torani syrups, (naturally) the sugar jar, half & half, flavored creamer, but skipped the ice. It was a brisk seventy-something, Arizona winter day after all. I needed something to warm my soul. The Kona Blend was my go-to for the flavoring of coffee. It has such a rich, crisp, untainted quality to it, I couldn’t help but shove frills and fanfare down its throat. ambiance-helper
Not to mention I flexed my mad child labor MOTY chops and made let Nugget mix in all the goodies.
Over the course of the upcoming weeks, I had Christmas to shop and continue decorating for (did I mention I bought a 9-foot tree AFTER Christmas, but still insisted on setting the damned thing up?!), a trip to California for The Dirty 30 celebration slash New Year’s Eve, Husfriend’s marathon, family in town for a week, taking down Christmas, and now a third birthday to organize for a  certain Nugget who must have had the dog we don’t own, eat the permission slip he never got, that gave me the power I don’t have, to approve, or more likely disapprove, the “growing up” phase of childhood. Yeah. That’s all happening. But that’s only the slue of extracurricular activities I have on my agenda. This does not include the housekeeping, cooking, working, rearing, relaxing, sleeping, shopping, etc that the these activities are stealing thunder from getting accomplished.
I have a few cups a day of coffee. It’s a habit I’ve tried to kick a few times, but I always fall back into the delicious jolt that a good cup of Joe brings my soul. Blended in just the right way, it can brew up (hardy-har-har) a sense of escape to a blissful place of nostalgia. Yes. All from the consumption of a liquid. Do they have AA for coffee drinkers? Or is that just called The Dentist?
Enough of all the “coffee addiction” mumbo jumbo. I know y’all read Sponsored Giveaway in the post title and are ready for the good stuff. So…how would you love to get your hands on a basket of Ambiance coffee and maybe, ya know, if it’s not too much to give you, $150 Smart & Final gift card? I think that sounds pretty sexy.
Here’s how you enter, yo:

  • Take a picture of yourself (or your hand holding a coffee, or however artistic you’re in the mood to get) showing off the Ambiance (get it?!) when you enjoy your coffee.
  • Email your picture to jess@shuggilippo.com with subject reading: Look how sexy I am with my coffee!!
    • If you don’t use this subject line, I’ll do nothing to reprimand you, but it will make it more difficult for you to be entered for a chance to win. In other words, don’t make me hunt you down, now.
  • Tweet that same picture with the hashtag #MyAmbianceMoment & mention me (@shuggilippo) for another chance to win.
  • Leave an individual comment for ALL types of entries.
    • If you forget to, don’t worry, I’ll still include you, but what fun would that be having to live a secret, coffee-lovin’ life like that?!
The contest will stay open until 11am EST on Monday, February 7, 2011. I’m not setting a limit on how many times you enter. Seriously. As long as it’s a new picture each time, you’re in like Flint. I mean, I tweet out a picture of me enjoying some sort of coffee-laden beverage at least twice a day…I’d have 28 entries if I were allowed to participate.
So go, enjoy your coffee, share your moments, win some great prizes.
Disclaimer: I got me some coffee and monetary compensation from the caffeine heads over at Collective Bias to host this giveaway. The addiction, faux child labor, and Joe dependency, sadly enough, are all mine. And the unconventional antics? Those are mine too.

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I guess I did hit that guy after all.

You know the sound when you run over a discarded cup or soda can with your car? It’s like a faint, popping noise?

Well that’s apparently the same sound that happens when you swipe the corner of the bumper of a Toyota Camry with about three feet of the driver’s side of your truck.

Not that I know from experience* being an asshat convinced I just ran over a can in the road.

Ehem.

*The guy was way cool, taking his car in to get hail damage repairs anyway. I suggested he blame the chipped paint on the hail. Giant, red-truck sized hail.

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Where The Wild Things are Empty Tupperware

Things are wild around here.

Children’s classics and tupperware, obviously, throw off the balance of a toddler, taking a leisurely stroll on a cool January day.

This kids kills me in more ways than you’ll ever know.

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Wordless Wednesday: Splish Splash

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Ultimate Party Host(ess) - #snackbowl

House cleaned from top to bottom? Check.

Football themed paper banners hanging strategically throughout the house? Check.

Anxiety meds handy? Check.

Snacks? Triple Check.

It’s the eve of the second biggest game in the national football league. The AFC and NFC championship games to determine the two teams, vying for the ultimate title of “Super Bowl Champions”. The rings, the ginormous trophy, the women…oh wait.

Like every other game in the regular season, a gathering will take place with the central focal point being food (and the game, I mean, ya know). Naturally.

Playing host(ess) is a big job, but someone has got to make the sacrifice. Take one for the team, if you will. Also? For the sake of being utterly hilarious and pun-ny. Duh.

What better way to have fun with what you love to do (read: geek out over making every. single. thing. into a party), than enter a contest declaring yourself the Ultimate Party Host?! It doesn’t really get much better than that.

I entered a video (after speedily realizing that my adult acne had manifested and conquered the jawline of my face…but that’s a story for another post…or not) into the Diamond Snack Bowl 2011 to crown the Ultimate Party Host(ess). It was so easy and actually really fun to go through all of my party pictures for the entry.

Do you think you’re better than me at this whole party hosting thing? I dare you to say yes. ::fist shake:: Enter your video, an essay sharing why you’re the bomb dot com, and some pictures of your fancy football shindigs and have every last one of your mother’s, uncle’s, neighbor’s, friends vote on your level of awesome for your chance to win a trip for two to the Pro Football Hall of Fame (say wha?!) and, um, just a cool five grand. No big deal. Get all the prize details and entry information here. Or, make you’re life a bit more simple by clicking on the sweet little widget on the sidebar to the right. That’ll take you to the same place. Sort of like Calgon, but less Calgon. As in, no Calgon at all.

 

(Yes, a head cold. Ugh!)

I was compensated by the pigskin lovin’ leatherheads at Collective Bias to participate in the Diamond Snack Bowl 2011, host that pretty little sidebar widget to the right, and throw a fancy football party of my own (Go Jets!). All silly party throwing banter is all my own. And the video? That’s me too. Really, I look like that.

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Wordless Wednesday: Red Rocks

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Simmer Down Now Nugget

I would highly advise you to slow down on the “growing up fast” thing you’ve taken an affinity to these days.

Because I don’t like it. Not one. single. bit.

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Wordless Wednesday: Permission to Shrink

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Be A Pregnant Val Photobooth

I told you so.

My availability is booking up quickly for events. Best get on that now. My prices are reasonable(ish).

Kudos to Shindigz for the hit of the shower.

Also, the black support was removed for future guests. I was, naturally, the test model. It’s the face. What can I say?

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The Baby Shower: Success.

Yesterday I helped to host a baby shower for my little sister, who I still envision as a five year old tomboy, wearing a Beauty and The Beast dress in the hall bathroom of the house on Maple. Now she’s all grown up and carrying a real, live baby in her ute. I digress.

As the guests arrived, I urged them to place a bet. When will Baby Abby make her grand debut? What day? What time? Oh and don’t forget to drop your fuzzy dinner mint or spare tampon into the pot with your guess. Winner will receive a lovely care package for making the closest guess without going over…Price is Right style.

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Grab some popcorn…

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…maybe a drippy-frosting-cupcake (blast you store bought!!)

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Then, as the guests gathered round the living room…

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…and the babies were rocked and shushed…

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…I strapped the “Gift Opening Hat” on the guest of honor, because remember how I’m normal…

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…and she proceeded to open the bounty of gifts for her blossoming family.

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A final check on the traditional baby-in-an-ice-cube-melting-reflection-of-how-long-you’ll-be-in-labor…tradition at the department of redundancy department. Apparently.

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I’d say that the pooped mama is toting around something a wee bit larger than this creepy plastic baby.

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Thanks to everyone who came to show their love and support for Valeri, Eric, and Baby Abby.

It has been a trying and difficult journey to this point. A long time coming, and a lifetime to go. I couldn’t be happier for the three of you. My heart swells in seeing the outpouring of love from our family and all of our friends. Baby Abby is blessed to come into such a world of strength with the two of you as her parents.

Also? Thanks for letting me play with your camera all day…the Be A Pregnant Val Photobooth (pictures forthcoming) was, hands down, my second favorite part of the whole day.

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Wordless Wednesday: Watching Carousals

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These feral, stray cats, are apparently ours according to Maricopa County.

AKA…What the fuck?!

There are these two, stray cats that have set up shop in our backyard. You may have seen me griping about it yesterday on Twitter.

I sent an email to the MCACC expressing our allergy and the soon-to-be-feral state of the female cat.

What I’m getting from this response, is that when I drive through Filiberto’s for my AZ burrito and the sign on the window reads “Real Angus Beef”…Angus was probably the cat’s name.

We certainly understand your problem. (This is never a good segue.) Unfortunately, MCACC cannot come out and pick up the cats. You see, there are no laws regulating stray cats in Maricopa County. So we have no authority to do anything about it. There are a couple of options for you. You can of course, try to catch the cats and bring them in to one of our two locations. Since you are allergic, do you have someone that could help you do this? (Right. About the sacrificing family and/or friends to stray cats who are constantly fighting or humping in my backyard to bring them into a facility? Pass!)

There is a fee for cats to be turned in to help us care for them. (You’re shitting me right?!) While we are able to help fund the cost of caring for stray dogs with licensing fees, there is no such thing in place for cats. As such, we have a fee (up to $96) for stray cat turn in. We will hold them for three days and then evaluate them for adoption. If they pass, they will hopefully get a new home.

If you have had the cat for more than 6 days, it is considered yours and the charge for an owner surrender is $51.Our two locations are: 2500 S. 27th Avenue in Phoenix and 2630 W. 8th Street in Mesa. (What about in an instance where the cat has had me. Then what? Do you provide loans for the cats that they are required to repay before they are released for adoption? Why again are these two cats mine if I physically cannot do anything to get rid of them? Also, exquisite use of the spacebar.)

If the cats are feral, things are a little more difficult. (Of course they are. In reality, things have been pretty smooth and breezy thus far so I’m sure that whatever your next sentence is will be nothing.) We also have to charge a $96 fee. (Yep. You HAVE to.) Feral cats cannot be adopted out, so we have to hold and feed them for three days and then most likely euthanize them as they wouldn’t pass an evaluation for adoption. MCACC is a supporter of Trap, neuter and return of feral cats. I have attached a brochure for you. The Spay Neuter Hotline or Altered Tails are great resources to answer all your questions. Good luck.

The Humane Society of America has suggestions on how to keep them off your property. (Thanks. Not.)

So, in a nutshell, I’ll be sending the MCACC my water bill from all of the hosing of stray cats. That seems fair right? Since THEY’RE NOT MY CATS! read: allergic

Or is someone up to date on their rabies shots? Down to take a bite for the team so they will come to pick up the cats?

I foresee plenty of animal activist/cat lover outrage over this post. I’m prepared for that. We didn’t choose to be allergic. We also will never, ever, EVER, hurt an animal.

It’s just that now I know we’re not the only ones who don’t give a shit about cats.

Anyone ever had to handle this type of situation? Suggestions?

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