My love affair with sweepstakes started young. I was an avid enter-er of the Publishers Sweepstakes, back in the day when it involved licking lots of little stickers that looked like magazine covers.
I never read the rules, but I was entering these as soon as I could read the enticing promises on the envelopes my mother so carelessly tossed in the trash. I’m sure Ed McMahon would have awarded the cash to a child; he seemed nice.
To this day, I love entering giveaways of all sorts. Sometimes I have to stop myself as I am filling out yet another entry, because I realize that, not only do I not want the prize, I cannot think of a single person to whom I could give it.
It’s more the thrill of the chase than the having of stuff.
Were it not for my natural frugality, I could be one of those casino addicts. Well, my natural frugality, combined with my aversions to cigarette smoke, loud places, and making physical contact with strangers.
This year, I did not win a Vespa in three different contests. It was my holy grail of contest entries. When I told my husband that I had not won the third Vespa, he consoled me with the idea that we could buy a Vespa, if I wanted one that badly.
Buy a Vespa? Buy? I thanked him for the offer, but told him that it wouldn’t be the same. I want to win a Vespa.
Maybe next year. I’m not giving up.
I had a spring fling with Pinterest contests this year. Among many other things, I did not win a Vespa, but I did win a gift card to Ikea. It never expires, so I’m saving it for when my college son gets his first unfurnished apartment. With inflation, it should buy a coffee mug by then.
The Pinterest contests were fun, but time consuming. You would think pinning 20 images to a board would be easy, but it’s not. Each entry took most of a day, some took more than one. It’s an exercise in obsessing over curating the perfect board, writing engaging taglines, willing the judges to award you the Kate Spade Vespa.
(If you ever see a contest for a Vespa, please let me know. Seriously.)
At the end of summer, I joined Twitter and discovered a whole new world of contests thrown at me all day, every day. I have resisted entering
many most many of them, for the aforementioned, “Who could I give this to?” reason, but who doesn’t want a water purifying bottle in case they get stranded and injured by a dirty stream? It could be the difference between life and death. I’d be crazy not to enter that one.
One of the first things I did on Twitter was participate in a fundraiser for Aflac’s Pediatric Cancer Research Center. For every tweet, Aflac donated $2, so I spent an hour tweeting like crazy, losing a few newly acquired followers. At the end of the party, I had won an ipad. An ipad! I’ve been debating for a month over keeping it or putting under the Christmas tree for one of my kids. My husband and friends are all advocates for me keeping it. I’m almost convinced.
Twitter also introduced me to many new bloggers, and last week I won a necklace from one of them. It was a complete surprise because I didn’t know I’d entered. I know, you are thinking I’m out of control if I don’t remember entering contests. You might be right, but in this case I’d commented on an interesting post, not even thinking about the giveaway. It was rather embarrassing, especially as the first notification went into my spam filter.
So apparently, the way to win prizes is to not notice you’ve entered contests.
I’m going to recheck my spam filter. Vespa may be looking for me.