Monday, December 04, 2006

Tuesday's Challenge #1 Winner

All the names were put in my Wild Rose Press mug and given the round and round, over and over, up and down maneuver...and the one I picked as the winner is...


Megan Rose!!!!


Congratulations! Email me your snail mail addy and I'll get your 2007 planner in the mail. There is a link to email me on my website.Be sure to stop in and play Teusday's Challenge #2!!

1 comment:

Betty Hancock said...

It was exhilarating the first time I saw him. He was tall, with dark hair, holding a cowboy hat, and …………. was clean! You ask what is so special about a tall man in a cowboy hat being clean? Let me tell you a story.

It started about a week ago. There I was, stranded, as usual. Why I ever let that eccentric brother of mine talk me into accompanying him this time is beyond me. He usually sets off for exciting places where he puts me up in a fab hotel room and lets me order room service on his card. While he’s off taking pictures of boring things like pigeons sitting on statues, I’m indulging in catching up on my romance reading while sitting by the pool ordering cold margaritas. This time he convinced me that it would be hot where we were going. Little did I know he was setting me up to see the “hot” men at ………….. the rodeo. Talk about dusty and dirty, I’m still trying to figure out how those cowboys with the white hats, keep them white! No, I don’t get to see them before they fall off that big ol’ steer. I get to usher their dirty selves to the photo area where brother takes their official “after” picture for this years Little Big Gap Rodeo 100th Anniversary Memory Album. So, they come swaggering past me like they had just won the big prize so they can show the world. And that’s supposed to be hot? There you go. My week has been full of dust and the smell of livestock.

And here comes Mr. Clean. Oh, no! He didn’t look like the commercials of the Telly Savalis wanna-be, instead, he had a full head of raven hair. Add to that, he filled out his well-worn blue jeans to a perfect fit and his western snap shirt showed his shoulders off to perfection and you can see how I could get excited. Not to mention that he was the first clean cowboy I had seen all week.

I looked at him and he stopped not more than 2 feet from me.

“Pardon me, ma’am”, he said in this deep masculine voice that just dripped sex-appeal, “I didn’t mean to disturb you”.

Oh yeah, disturb me any time you want big boy. How’d you get so clean and fresh smelling in this heat? Of course, I didn’t voice these thoughts, only because I was finding it hard for my brain to connect with my mouth. Yep, I just sat there staring while he slowly grinned.