What’s In A Name?
November 30th, 2009Late last Thursday night, I had just about given up on setting up a Holiday Promo. Coming up with a new and unique contest had me beat! I figured I’d go to bed and hope for a “eureka” moment.
Before going to sleep, I went to let my dog out for his final run of the day. My dog! He’s an adorable mutt, a cross between a Bull Mastiff and a Staffordshire Terrier. Named Barley, he likes to chase the stray cats that have set up housekeeping under my deck. It was a pretty nasty night, rainy and windy, so there were quite a few “guests” driving Barley into a frenzy. He’s leashed and yeah, you guessed it, can just almost reach where the cats go under the deck. He’s dug holes to get at them but to no avail, those cats are just too darned fast.
After about 20 minutes of tearing around, trying to get at the cats, Barley finally gave up. Something was different though. I guess he was disappointed at not catching a cat, so Barley brought me something that seemed about as far from something living as I’d ever seen. Clutched in his jaws, was a scraggly, scrawny, twig!
Thinking that Barley, because of his hunting failure, had dug something up from my much-ignored “garden” just so he was not empty-mouthed (lol). He proudly presented me with his “find”. And, being a proud, indulging “mommy”, patted his head and took the “plant”, praising his skill.
Ready for bed, I put my “plant” onto a shelf to dispose of when Barley was not watching. After all, it wouldn’t have been very nice of me if I threw his offering out the door then, now would it? I didn’t even give it a second thought, drifted off to sleep still trying to find a unique way to celebrate. (Remember, the whole reason this started?)
Friday morning found me scrambling to the doctor’s office. My son, Brad drove me as usual since I’m not able to drive alone anymore, sigh.(not that I care, being chauffeured is much better). And, Barley came along for the ride. Rushing past the “plant” still on the shelf, I stole a glance and noticed just how “unlive” it really looked. Well Brad noticed and while we waited in the office for my turn, I regaled him with the tale of its arrival. Loving to embellish, by the time I had finished, Barley had turned into the first Lumber Jack Terrier ever heard of, single-pawingly carrying home what seemed to be a rather dismal “plant. We laughed, heck the whole office laughed as the nurse called my name for my appointment…..
When we got back home, my first task was to dispose of my twig. Well sir, I walked over to the shelf and I can’t believe what I’m about to tell you! That scraggly twig had changed! No, not into a handsome Redwood, lol, but there was a healthier look to it. Having already figured out that it was part of an evergreen tree, I noticed the few needles still attached were just a bit plumper, just a little pointier than when Barley brought it in.
Now, I know you’re thinking, “okay, Camille, just what kind of pills are you taking?” But folks, I’m not kidding, it really looked as if that little “plant” was telling me to hold on, there was still hope. I am a firm believer in never rushing into things that I can’t safely back out of, so, rather than discard my plant, I picked it up and stuck it into the only container I had that would work. An empty 600ml plastic Coca-Cola bottle. After all, things go better with Coke, right?
I am going to admit to you all right here and now, you’re not the first to hear about this plant. You see, after I had shared the tale with Brad, I happened to get into a chat with my friend and fellow TE owner, Toni Jonckheere, from AceBizTraffic.com.
No stranger to my dislike of anything horticulture, Toni couldn’t help but laugh, loudly as a matter of fact, at my tree-tale. So, wanting to prove my sanity, I took a pic of my bottled branch and quickly forwarded it to Toni. She was still giggling when the photo arrived. We joked and traded gardening horror stories before settling down to work on the Promo planning. As we bounced ideas off each other, we just kept coming up with the desire to find some new and exciting way to benefit both the members of our exchanges and use, that would not break the bank. Let’s face it, times were tough, we’d both had a rough year, health-wise and site-wise. As time wore on, I found myself drawn into glancing over at the shelf with the bottled branch, again and again. I WAS SHOCKED!
Instead of one sickly little branch, looking desperately worse than a “Charlie Brown Christmas Tree”, I found myself, jaw wide open, looking at a bushed out Evergreen Tree Branch. Oh, sorry, not just one branch, but well, bear with me here, you know that branch, usually at the top of the Christmas Tree that has two slightly off-centered “toppers”? I had that! Sitting there, I could not speak, but thankfully I could still type. So, hurriedly, I typed my findings to Toni. You can imagine her reaction! Yeah, she figured I was tripping. But I wasn’t, I was telling the truth. So, I sent Toni a second picture. She accused me of using two different branches, but folks, I kid you not, that darn branched had split into two! I had to get this validated. I needed to prove once again that I was not sniffing fumes or sipping Baileys while I worked.
Time went by, and I kept watch over my tree. As a matter of fact, I was glued to the view! I couldn’t surf, I couldn’t type, all I could do was watch that teeny, miracle Fir twig, sitting, no, standing there in my emptied Coke bottle. Finally, as the day wound down, I was able to get back to work and since Toni had abandoned me to search the medical tomes to try and find out about any mental state that might explain what I was experiencing, I started chatting with the third member of our Promo, Ken Athas, from HitsImpossible.com. Now, for sure, this is when this story gets even more interesting!
We all know that Ken is a pretty down-to-earth, no b.s. kind of a guy. He shoots from the hip, tells it like it is, even if what he says sounds harsh, he is a really cool guy that takes pride in his sites. Another Alumni from The School Of Hard Knocks, Ken also has a great wry sense of humor. Probably why I get along with him, lol. As my story was heard by another, miraculously my bottled branch had again split and there were now three, very live, very strong Evergreen tufts exploding from that silly little coke bottle.
I related, jokingly, how the event reminded me of that old commercial about shampoo, where a girl tells her friend about the great results she achieved using the product. You remember, “she told one friend, who told another friend, who then told two friends, and so on and so on”, the screen filling up with ever-shrinking pictures of beautifully coiffed heads.
Then, suddenly it hit me! These events didn’t happen just by chance. There was a reason Barley brought me that tiny, almost-dead branch. And I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was now ready to finalize the plans for the Holiday Promo, ready to release the specifics to all those involved…
Dear members of AceBizTraffic.com, Dare2click.com and HitsImpossible.com Welcome to the….
Holiday Re”Fir”al and Surf Promo
Happy Holidays, Everyone!
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