I have recently become obsessed with sweepstaking on the internet. It’s fun, free and much like the lottery, lends itself to a lot of dreaming. I don’t discriminate against prizes because what I’ve learned after reading the rules and regulations, most have a cash option in the fine print. While I loved the last HGTV Green Home, I really have no desire to move to Georgia but after reading the fine print I learned there was a $400,000 cash option plus the car. Count. Me. In.
The sweepstakes don’t require a lot of information or time so it has been a fun, side hobby. I stick to reputable companies, well at least ones I have heard of so that I always feel good about my entry. After a few weeks, I haven’t seen any negative affects to my entries…until yesterday.
I was perusing Facebook looking at my friends’ pictures – it’s either babies or the wasted singles (there really is no in between). Anyways, I looked to my right and an engagement ring sweepstakes caught my eye. I was ecstatic. I LOVE jewelry, specifically sparkly rings. The last time I was promoted, I bought myself a ring as a reward. Lately, I have also been obsessed with engagement rings. I have been designing my own on Blue Nile to see what I like. I admitted this obsession to Tom and let him know I will be an excellent resource when the time comes. So, naturally, I instantly clicked on the ad, pleased with my latest find.
I had never heard of the company but the rings were pretty. It was a standard sweepstakes form with the requirement to like the company on Facebook. I hit “like” without hesitating and filled out the form with glee. After reading further, I realized I was supposed to vote on one of the three rings. The one with the highest vote is the ring that will be given away. Again, without hesitation, I “liked” my favorite of the three.
As I was closing my browser, I saw a comment from my dad and then from my aunt. Facebook had announced my “like” on that specific ring! Oh shit. I was on the instant defense.
I ran downstairs to warn Tom. I could just imagine him reading the exchange. I tell him all the time, there is no pressure. And here I am, announcing to Facebook an engagement ring I like. It sort of goes against my stance of not pressuring. Luckily, he laughed and gave me a hug while telling me affectionately, “Oh Elyse, I will always feel pressured.”
I smiled a huge smile back and ran upstairs. I wanted to admire the ring one more time. I wasn’t just feeling lucky. I am lucky.