I just entered a contest to win a trip to Ellen for her birthday. I couldn't find the directions anywhere about they wanted and it just said Tell Your Story (and limited you to only so many words) so this is what I wrote basically. I forgot to save it to it is from memory, the real one was a little better i think:

I am not really sure what you want here (were there directions somewhere because I couldn't find them?) So I guess I will just write about me and Ellen. I would love to come for your birthday. I have always wanted to go to LA and see celebrities and of course you are celebrity #1 and being on your show and meeting you would be amazing. I hate flying but I would do it for you. Haha I just read that and it makes me sound as if I am doing you a favor by coming, well maybe I am. I am pretty fun. Maybe then you could come to Buffalo in August for my birthday but you would have to provide your own transportation but I'd pick you up at the airport.

I have loved your show and your stand-up forever. I was just watching your old stand-up the other night. I love your joke about gogurt and yogurt mobiility. I always try to tell people it but I don't have the "Sorry Tom, I can't tonight I just opened a yogurt" voice that you have. I just love that joke.

I would love to be on your show but actually I would be really nervous because then I would have to be fun and crazy and witty. And i would have to dance. I am not really a dancer. LIke if the mood strikes but not a run of the mill daily dancer. Pick Me! Please! Pretty Pretty Please!

I used up every last character I was allowed (even had to delete a few spaces to make it work) and then for the picture I sent one of me and my puppet unicorn

Wish me luck!

Hope to see you all tonight at the PMT's New Years Eve Party. I need to find something sparkly to wear. I just feel the need for a sparkly new years eve ensemble! We'll see.

Today was such a frustrating day for no like specific reason just overall I felt annoyed at tons of stuff all day long, I was in a real bad mood by the time I left work but then I came home to a delicious dinner and Christmas tree decorating and who isn't happy after decorating a Christmas tree? I love it! Though we need way more ornaments, though I prolly have more than the average person it seems like not enough compared to what I'm used to at my parents house.

I have the next 5 days off of work! After working so much lately it is going to feel so good. But what will I do with myself? I made a list of things I want to do /get done and it is over a page long so I got plenty to do from organing my photos into albums to decorating to getting a tree to price comparing to christmas cards to cleaning out the closet. Plus hopefully some good times like going out to lunches and out at night and not having to worry about working! YAY! But really it is so nice to just have all these days and have no real set plan> I could just do nothing for 5 days if I wanted and it feels so good!

So last night I am on facebook minding my own business in the rabbit room while Dave is sleeping when all of a sudden there is a loud, boom boom splatter splash clang from the kitchen. Of course my mind automatically goes to killer who somehow shimmied in our second story kitchen window. So here I am with the rabbit thinking , this rabbit better be ready to attack when the murderer makes it to our room. I barricade myself in the room and wait a while and of course now I start hearing all sorts of noises that in hindsight were nothing but at the time were "I bet he is letting all his murderer friends in through the front door now" ( now i know why my dad likes a door that needs a key on both sides, cuz then once the murderer is in the house he can't just let all his murderer friends in)..It was like 130am and didn't want to wake any of my friends up so I call (e:paul) who was three hours behind in vegas, but he did not answer , though I pretended he did and talked loudly to the dial tone about how tough I am to scare off the murderer.

Anywho, after waiting a while I finally decide to sneak out of the room and into the bedroom where Dave is sleeping. I try to wake him up and get him to go search out the killers with me but he just continues sleeping so I grab a stapler and the vacuum hose thing and head for the kitchen. What I was going to do with a stapler and vaccuum hose is kinda not clear but they seemed like the best weapons at the time. Staplers are kinda scary actually if you think about it. Who wants to be stapled? I sure don't? BUt then you kind have to be in close proximity to staple someone but like if they are about to stab you, a quick staple to their face might just save your life. and on second thought if they do stab you, you could staple your wound shut? So really at first I thought the stapler was a bad idea but it turns out it is prolly very useful and a good weapon/healing device.Anyway, way off track now.

So I go into the kitchen , mind you if someone was really in the kitchen I would most likely freeze in panic , fall to the ground and die. I am not what one would call a survivor. I never thought I would be. I would never be the person on those shows who fought back or last months hiding out or anyting like that, I would most likely just die of fright after peeing my pants. But anywho I was feeling tough with my stapler and vaccuum hose, go into the kitchen and....

NOONE was there. The box of triscuits just fell off of our crooked shelf and knocked some silverware on the counter onto the floor. BUT , did the triscuits fall or were they pushed over/ So now I have to search the whole apartment for the murderer but come up empty handed.

So you would think ok no murderer must mean a happy mike .NOPE. Now since there is no murderer I decided it must be a ghost and thus did not sleep well at all last night ...but as of today no murderers or ghosts so I guess it really was just a box of triscuits all along. WHo knew?