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	<title>Comments on: The Prize</title>
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		<title>By: marcia v</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13859</link>
		<dc:creator>marcia v</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 12:46:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thats funny I won a pumpkin in 5th grade at a new club meeting (Stepping Stones) I only went to 1-2 times</description>
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		<title>By: Lisandrea</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13797</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisandrea</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was around six or seven yeras old I won the Easter Egg hunt at our church &amp; got a huge stuffed bunny and a lot of multi-colored sugary eggs with the hard outer crusts.  On my son&#039;s third Easter, he won the Easter Egg hunt at our apartment complex and received a basketfull of goodies plus a Charlie Brown stuffed doll.  Guess it runs in the family!  My husband won a photo in the newspaper with the humongous pumpkin he grew.  I suppose we&#039;ve actually won several things over the years--through company raffles, or movie tickets, every few years we hit it in some small way!  Dh is particularly lucky this way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was around six or seven yeras old I won the Easter Egg hunt at our church &amp; got a huge stuffed bunny and a lot of multi-colored sugary eggs with the hard outer crusts.  On my son&#8217;s third Easter, he won the Easter Egg hunt at our apartment complex and received a basketfull of goodies plus a Charlie Brown stuffed doll.  Guess it runs in the family!  My husband won a photo in the newspaper with the humongous pumpkin he grew.  I suppose we&#8217;ve actually won several things over the years&#8211;through company raffles, or movie tickets, every few years we hit it in some small way!  Dh is particularly lucky this way.</p>
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		<title>By: Lotus Carroll</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13765</link>
		<dc:creator>Lotus Carroll</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:32:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[And then with trembling knees and sweating brow, my pumpkin and I slowly melted to the ground.]

I love the visual!

Of course, my biggest prize by far has been the little trickster I call my son.  Cliche, clickclick, I know. ;-)</description>
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<p>I love the visual!</p>
<p>Of course, my biggest prize by far has been the little trickster I call my son.  Cliche, clickclick, I know. <img src='http://antiquemommy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: your other jewish mother</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13758</link>
		<dc:creator>your other jewish mother</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:44:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In high school I got a phone call from McDonalds and because I could say &quot;two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun&quot; in less than 10 seconds I was sent a t-shirt.  Hooray for me.  And 30 years later, I can still say it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In high school I got a phone call from McDonalds and because I could say &#8220;two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun&#8221; in less than 10 seconds I was sent a t-shirt.  Hooray for me.  And 30 years later, I can still say it.</p>
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		<title>By: jen</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13734</link>
		<dc:creator>jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:49:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I won a thing of Ice Cream from Baskin Robbins...go ahead and say it,,,,,,YOUR JEALOUS!</description>
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		<title>By: Jolyn</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13694</link>
		<dc:creator>Jolyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:54:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oops, I just looked over the comment and thought that &quot;carneval&quot; looked funny. Yea, I know it&#039;s &quot;carnival&quot;. I truly got it mixed up with &quot;carnevale&quot; (Kar-nay-vah-lay), as in the Italian Mardi Gras. Really! We moved from Italy not too long ago, and while I can&#039;t profess to be proficient in Italian or to even be the party-hard Mardi Gras kind of gal ... some things just get in your brain and get you confused. Please don&#039;t hold it against me! heh-heh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oops, I just looked over the comment and thought that &#8220;carneval&#8221; looked funny. Yea, I know it&#8217;s &#8220;carnival&#8221;. I truly got it mixed up with &#8220;carnevale&#8221; (Kar-nay-vah-lay), as in the Italian Mardi Gras. Really! We moved from Italy not too long ago, and while I can&#8217;t profess to be proficient in Italian or to even be the party-hard Mardi Gras kind of gal &#8230; some things just get in your brain and get you confused. Please don&#8217;t hold it against me! heh-heh.</p>
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		<title>By: Jolyn</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13692</link>
		<dc:creator>Jolyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:46:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was in the sixth grade I participated in a &quot;cake walk&quot; at some community carnival. You paid your ticket to walk around some chairs with the other participants, and when the music stopped you sat on a chair with a number. If your chair number matched the one they drew, you won a cake.
I stayed for turn after turn, long after people who came after me had won their cake, or had gotten tired and left. I stayed so long that they took away chairs, trying to improve my chances. They obviously felt sorry for me.
But I never did win a cake. Though I played until the carneval was closing and I was the sole one traipsing around two chairs.
I was prepubescent and the sensitive sort to boot; I walked away so disappointed I was almost in tears. Only the shame of someone seeing me crying kept them from pouring down.
I have won things since then, but for some reason walking away empty-handed from that blasted cake walk came to mind. Why didn&#039;t they just give me a cake?! Sure, it would&#039;ve been &quot;breaking the rules&quot; and all, but cut a kid a break already. It was obvious the day was over and the rest of the donated cakes were not going to be &quot;won&quot;. 
Even looking back with all the &quot;wisdom&quot; and experiences life has given me, hard knocks and all that, I think those ladies were short-sighted not to make an exception for one young girl. But the upside is, to this day I am sensitive to anyone getting the shorter end of the stick and how it&#039;s affecting them. Yea, &quot;life isn&#039;t fair&quot;, but neither are people, and sometimes a softer touch can go a long way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in the sixth grade I participated in a &#8220;cake walk&#8221; at some community carnival. You paid your ticket to walk around some chairs with the other participants, and when the music stopped you sat on a chair with a number. If your chair number matched the one they drew, you won a cake.<br />
I stayed for turn after turn, long after people who came after me had won their cake, or had gotten tired and left. I stayed so long that they took away chairs, trying to improve my chances. They obviously felt sorry for me.<br />
But I never did win a cake. Though I played until the carneval was closing and I was the sole one traipsing around two chairs.<br />
I was prepubescent and the sensitive sort to boot; I walked away so disappointed I was almost in tears. Only the shame of someone seeing me crying kept them from pouring down.<br />
I have won things since then, but for some reason walking away empty-handed from that blasted cake walk came to mind. Why didn&#8217;t they just give me a cake?! Sure, it would&#8217;ve been &#8220;breaking the rules&#8221; and all, but cut a kid a break already. It was obvious the day was over and the rest of the donated cakes were not going to be &#8220;won&#8221;.<br />
Even looking back with all the &#8220;wisdom&#8221; and experiences life has given me, hard knocks and all that, I think those ladies were short-sighted not to make an exception for one young girl. But the upside is, to this day I am sensitive to anyone getting the shorter end of the stick and how it&#8217;s affecting them. Yea, &#8220;life isn&#8217;t fair&#8221;, but neither are people, and sometimes a softer touch can go a long way.</p>
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		<title>By: edj</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-13647</link>
		<dc:creator>edj</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 02:32:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I &quot;never&quot; win anything except once I won $1000 from a rock station!! Everyone at my office was trying to win; the receptionist would keep track of how many songs they played, and then we&#039;d all start hitting &quot;redial&quot; and trying to win. (It was a small office) I used the money to buy a new computer so I could work from home. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I &#8220;never&#8221; win anything except once I won $1000 from a rock station!! Everyone at my office was trying to win; the receptionist would keep track of how many songs they played, and then we&#8217;d all start hitting &#8220;redial&#8221; and trying to win. (It was a small office) I used the money to buy a new computer so I could work from home. <img src='http://antiquemommy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Amrita Singh</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-7868</link>
		<dc:creator>Amrita Singh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 04:26:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Too bad you couldn &#039;t turn that pumpkin into cinderella &#039;s carriage. These days i win all sorts of spam prizes which i delete as junk mail...they are all scams</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Too bad you couldn &#8216;t turn that pumpkin into cinderella &#8216;s carriage. These days i win all sorts of spam prizes which i delete as junk mail&#8230;they are all scams</p>
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		<title>By: Pat Kirk</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2007/06/26/the-prize/comment-page-1/#comment-7751</link>
		<dc:creator>Pat Kirk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 08:13:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kathy: I forgot. I win those too. They want to give me all kinds of money if I will just send them a few thousand first.

Sadly, I don&#039;t have the few thousands or I would be rich beyond belief:-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathy: I forgot. I win those too. They want to give me all kinds of money if I will just send them a few thousand first.</p>
<p>Sadly, I don&#8217;t have the few thousands or I would be rich beyond belief:-)</p>
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