Each day on Facebook, you'll see everyone from Fruit of the Loom to Regis Philbin asking you to "share" or "like" something for a chance to win a prize. And if I had a nickel for every time I "liked" a friend's pic so they could win a free photoshoot, I'd be sitting on a beach somewhere right about now.
But you can't argue the effectiveness of the social medium. Where else can you reach a couple of million people for free?
While scrolling through my news feed, I happened to see a post from Faith Hill's page asking everyone to share a banner on their wall and then send an email to enter a contest. The prize was two VIP passes to something or other... blah, blah, blah... Faith Hill will be there... yada, yada... on December something.
Well! You had me at VIP!
But I'm not sharing that dumb banner on my wall. Have you ever read my status updates? I'm lame enough without the help of Faith Hill.
And I thought, they won't know if I share this banner or not, so I'll just send a quick email to enter the contest, but I forgot that you are notified when somebody shares something from your Facebook page. Oops. The good news is that Faith Hill's people forgot that, too, because in a few hours, they sent me an email telling me that I was the winner.
Yay! I'm the winner! Oh, crap. What did I win again? So I actually spent more than fifteen seconds reading about about the contest that I entered:
Two VIP tickets to go to NASHVILLE in 48 HOURS to see an amazing lineup of country artists perform their favorite Christmas songs live, which will be taped for a ABC television special, airing in December. Artists include Brad Paisley, Martina McBride, Sugarland, Keith Urban, Faith Hill and many more.
Nice. But how can I go to Nashville the day after tomorrow? It's time to work some magic.
This was especially difficult considering that my sister and her husband are on a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean this week and I'm supposed to be the Plan B for watching their kids if Mom and Dad cry uncle! Uh oh. Sorry, Mom and Dad. You better start working on Plan C.
After hearing that I was going to be Faith Hill's "special guest" at the concert, my Dad said, "I guess she doesn't read your blog."
Ahem. So the tip for the day is be careful what you put in writing. You never know when you will wish that you could take it back.
But in this case, since only six people read my blog, it's totally cool. Faith will never know. Obscurity never felt so good!
So, THANK YOU, Faith Hill. I take back every bad thing that I ever said about you on my blog if you are reading this post. And if you're not... uh, I'm sorry anyway. You sure know how to make a girl feel guilty.