Contest! Copper Creek Juice - 3 Winners!

[MustangSallie]

Hi everybody! I am sponsoring a contest for Copper Creek juice mixed by the famous Witch Doctor herself, FlyingV here on the ECF. After going through more juice that I didn't care for than I like to think about, I was lucky enough to finally find a one stop shop for all of my juice needs. I love this juice so much and want to share it with as many people as possible so you can all finally find your OMG YUM YUM YUM juice too!

Come visit FV and the the Copper Creek posse here: http://www.e-cigarette-forum.com/fo...r-creek-now-open-e-juice-ordering-thread.html
and take a look at all her fantastic offerings at her online store here: Welcome to Copper Creek - Online Store

Please PM me with any questions. FV has approved the contest, but I'm paying for the prizes and I'll coordinate the details of the winnings with her. All juice awarded will be mixed according to your PG/VG and mg preference. Strength from 0mg - 24mg, and PG/VG mixed from 60/40 all the way to 100% VG.


So, now on to the fun part…

The contest will run starting now until 11:59 PM PST on Friday November 25th. Winners will be selected by 11:59 EST on Monday, November 28th.

This is a fall/winter holiday themed contest. I want to read about your funniest holiday, or tell me about a personal heart warming holiday event, or write a post about your unique family holiday tradition. Three story post entries allowed per person but you can only win once. Please number your entry posts. If you have dozens of funny stories, and you want to tell them all that's great, but give me your best three as numbered entries because those are the only ones I'll count.

So… three categories:

Funniest Holiday Happening
Personal Heart Warming Holiday Story
Best or Most Unique Holiday Tradition

You can stick to one category for all three posts or mix it up and post one story in all three categories. However you want to do it!

There will be 3 winners selected.

First place will be selected by me and a few of my friends for our favorite story. Only numbered posts will be given consideration. As your prize, you can choose one of the following:

1) any one 120ml jug of CC juice
2) any two sampler packs
3) any three 30ml bottles of CC juice


Second place will be selected based on the most likes given. Only numbered posts will be given consideration. As your prize, you can choose one of the following:

1) any one sampler pack
2) any two 30ml bottles of CC juice
3) any three 15ml bottles of CC juice.


Third place will be selected by random number generator. As your prize, you can choose one of the following:

1) any one 30ml bottle of CC juice
2) any two 15ml bottles of CC juice
3) any three flavors of CC juice specially made up in 6ml bottles plus a bottle buddy


So get busy and post your best fall/winter holiday stories! Pictures count too, but make sure you post a good caption along with it!

 

[cba191]

Cool contest! This should be fun.

 

[bliss12897]

What's"cooper creek"?

Wellll the juice is so good that it's easy to get excitable about offering some which could lead to tiny mistakes.

Yeah, that's it.

 

[MustangSallie]

What's"cooper creek"?

I have no idea what you're talking about Ben...

 

[Riverwolf]

#1 I quit analogs on xmas day....so I would always remember when and why!....I am not going to tell the story...I still get sad and dont want any one else too....I will just say RIP Dad! and Cancer sucks
Thanks Sallie for the contest.

 

[gjns711]

#1Miracle: From the time I was a little girl I suffered from endometriosis, it advanced to stage 5 plus as I got older. After being a guiena pig for any and all new treatments and surgery after surgery, including being sent to John's Hopkins to see the best in the country to save my organs so that I could have a baby I finally gave up after living a life riddled with pain for most of my life. By December of this paticular year I had decided to schedule a hysterectomy for my next vacation, I had reached the end of my endurance. Midnite, Christmas Eve my then husband and I were sound alseep and were awakened by the worst phone call a person can recieve. My husbands little sister, then just 19, was driving home from delivering Christmas cookies to her boyfriends family and was killed in a head on collision by a 15 year old unlicensed driver out for a joy ride and driving on the wrong side of the road. In a fog that year we buried our precious Misty, a beautiful, incredible, sweet girl with her entire life ahead of her, we were devestated. I was working retail at the time and the Saturday before New Years I was at work and indescribably tired, I have never been so tired. I thought it was all emotional, but my best friend who was helping me in the store because of the physical demands of the job and my disease knew something was different. She ran to the store and bought a pregnancy test and I took it right away and God in all his glory turned that stick BLUE! I was pregnant!!!! God took one of his angels on this earth but gave another to a woman who needed one so very bad. She is the light of my life, I almost lost her so many times before she was born because I was so sick but she was born strong and healthy and completed my life. I did end up having surgery a year later after attempts at giving her a baby sister or brother failed. One day, with my infant on my stomach and my wonderful doctor injecting me again with a new drug, he looked at me and said "Ginny, god has given you your miracle, its time to give your body a rest", and I did.

We don't always understand why he does what he does and right now my life is such that I ask him all the time if he is trying to kill me, but he doesn't answer. We lost Misty, but I have my Becca and I guess thats all I need to know.

 

[MustangSallie]

Let's hear your stories! Post for a chance to win some fantastic juice!

 

[violetvoo]

great contest Sallie...even greater prizes..

 

[36tinybells]

So glad you are here, Riverwolf! Gjns, happy for you!

 

[36tinybells]

NOT AN ENTRY!!!

Ok, so the founder of Copper Creek can't post here, but she told us a story on the http://www.e-cigarette-forum.com/fo...ek-now-open-e-juice-ordering-thread-1668.html, and it cracked me up, so I have cut and pasted it here for your enjoyment!

"I feel Green"
aka The Family Thanksgiving from H*ll

My sis and her hubby had three little ones. He was stay at home Dad, she's a neonatal nurse. Anyway with three small kids they could not afford to get a new car so they had this little red compact car still. Three car seats squashed in the back. Son#1 was 4, Son#2 was 3, Daughter was 1.
They were all tightly packed in and heading for her inlaws on Tday. Dad was driving, my sis shotgun holding the dish she was bringing and diaper bag and such at her feet. About half way there (20 minutes to go) Son #1 from the back says "Mommy, I feel green" reply "What? You see something green?" "No, I feel green". As she turns and is asking "what?" He throws up all over himself, his brother and the back of Dad's seat. Now mind you they are wearing snowsuits, full winter garb. Son #2, upon being thrown up on does likewise and the baby follows suit. Three kids puking their guts out in one small car. Dad looks over his shoulder and throws up too. My poor Sis is sitting there with her casserole in the vomitmobile. Dad wanted to turn around and go home but my sis insisted that they continue on their way. She hadn't wanted to go over there in the first place. Her MIL got to clean up the family, and my sis spent Tday cleaning the car in the inlaws garage. So. Any time someone feels ill in our family they "feel green"

 

[cba191]

Number 1?

I won't win, but I have to give it a shot because some CC juice is on the line.

I was 8 years old, and of course, I wanted a pony because I had just seen Black Beauty and wanted to be the kid with the horse. That wasn't going to happen. My second choice was a bunny. A cute one that my dad built a pen for and everything. Somehow, my parents were able to keep it a surprise. (That was before my brother and I figured out where the goods were always hidden.) Anyways, Christmas morning came, and there was the pen my dad made. He had set it up in the living room. I removed the cover, and there was a tiny little grey bunny. Being 8 and a huge Disney fan, I scooped him up and immediately named him Thumper. As soon as I picked him up, he bolts and disappears into the space under the kitchen cabinets. I had been able to play with him for all of 2 seconds. Needless to say, we spent the remainder of Christmas looking for him. Fortunately for both Thumper and myself, the story doesn't end with "to never be seen again." We continued to search for him although I realize now that my dad was probably more concerned about the possibility of dead things in the kitchen to no avail. Two days later, I'm watching TV and I see Thumper poke his little nose around the corner. I bolted and due to my exceptional athletic ability, was able to recapture Thumper. I was the happiest kid on the planet! Little did I realize that Thumper was destined to become the biggest, meanest, furriest ball of demonspawn to walk the earth. I soon got another bunny, and when Thumper wasn't having his way with her, he fought with her. They needed to be separated. Soon after that, I had 30 bunnies. I was the most overwhelmed 8 year old on the planet. After a couple years, they all went to a nice farm. (The same place we got the bunnies. My dad was never into euphemisms.) He bred bunnies and Thumper was exactly what he wanted.

That is my Christmas story.

 

[MustangSallie]

Great stories so far, keep them coming!

I was asked if a video would qualify, and it most definitely would. So if you have a video of your family holiday that you'd like to share, post it here.

 

[Crankyfuzz]

Entry #1
My entry comes from the first time I ever attempted to cook thanksgiving dinner for my in-laws all by myself. Everything was going fantastic everything looked great until the turkey came out of the oven it looked wonderful all golden brown just the way a turkey should look. Now comes the problem I did not realize you should defrost the turkey prior to cooking it so it looked great on the outside was raw on the inside. I also forgot to take the bag of innards out of the turkey and left them in there. So I had a turkey that looked great on the outside raw in the middle with a hunk of melted plastic and turkey guts on the inside. We ended up eating at a Chinese restaurant that year and it was forever remembered in pictures as my folly.

 

[kittypie]

Entry #1: A pic is worth a thousand words, right? This photo TELLS the story of Grendel the Terrible, cozying down with the Misfit Toys, right where he belongs (kitties love Christmas, too)

"I am Grendel the Terrible, I will bite your hand off, and I am King of the Misfit Toys!"

 

[kittypie]

Entry #1: A pic is worth a thousand words, right? This photo TELLS the story of Grendel the Terrible, cozying down with the Misfit Toys, right where he belongs (kitties love Christmas, too)

If someone knows how I can delete the sideways pic, please let me know...kinda ruins the effect I was hoping for!

 

[kittypie]

#2
One of the most heartwarming Christmases for me:

My family lived in a very small, run-down house in a sweet little far-west suburb of Chicago. One night in September when I was 11, I awoke to red lights flashing and a commotion downstairs. My 28-year-old dad, a smoker, had a lung collapse. He was rushed to the hospital and had emergency surgery. We children and our mom were very frightened, but we had a wonderful church family who rushed to do whatever they could to help our family while Dad was hospitalized and during his many months of recovery at home. On Christmas eve day, it began snowing. That night, carolers showed up at the door (from our church). I'll never forget what a beautiful sight it was...our church family all bundled up in the beautiful falling snow lighting up the night, come to cheer our family and bring food and gifts. I'm 53 now and I'll never forget that beautiful Christmas Eve.

P.S. My dad never smoked another cigarette after this ordeal and he is still alive, healthy and very active at age 72.

(Oh, and...P.P.S. - Copper Creek House Blend juice is on my Secret Santa wish list

 

[violetvoo]

Wonderful story Kittypie..glad your Dad is still with you...
and hope you get your CC juice soon as it is the yummiest
juice ever..

 

[36tinybells]

Kittypie, love a story with such a happy ending! And Grendel the Terrible is ADORABLE!!!

 

[gjns711]

#2 Yogi: When I was a kid we had a dog named Yogi, a very big dog, half shepherd and half lab. Now this dog was not very bright, he acutally could be considered ......ed if there where a standard for it in dogs. This particular Thanksgiving we were travelling to visit both sides of the family; my moms in Portsmouth and my Dads in Nags Head. We were going to be gone for a week at least (mom was a school teacher and dad was in sales so we had the time). Yogi, it was decided was going with us. My father was an all or nothing kind of man, from one extreme to the other, he never did anything half way, so when the vet prescribed sedatives for Yogi for this trip my dad decided that if one pill kept him quiet for two hours than four would keep him quiet the entire trip. So we set off, an hour into the trip the dog starts to throwup all over me and my two brothers in the back seat of my father's brand new company car that he had had for two days! The dog continued to throwup and act very, very strange the entire way to Portsmouth, which was our first stop. At this point my dad conceaded that he may have over done it a little with the tranquilizers and now we were praying that he had'nt killed Yogi with the drugs. We made it to Grandmas' and left Yogi in the car. After about two hours my dad asked my brother to go check on the dog, which little brother did, he came back and simply said, "Dad, Yogi has eaten the car", my father said "boy don't mess with me, whats going on with the dog?", to which my brother replied, "Dad, Yogi has eaten the car". We all flew out the door the check out the brand new company car and lo and behold, Yogi had eaten the car. The passenger headrest was gone, just gone, the seats were chewed beyond belief, two arm rests were also completely gone and he had eaten one full visor! Now Dad was mad, even thought this was all his fault, not the dogs...So we set off for Nags Head in the half eaten car with a crazy dog, who is now growling and drooling like he has rabies. When we get to Nags Head my Dad ties the dog up out back and we go in to be with our family, which was large and all there. Drinking ensued and my fathers brother decided that he could deal with Yogi, he was a dog magician. Uncle Jimmy and my cousin Allen go out back with my Dad to "deal" with the dog. First Allen is bitten....then Uncle Jimmy is bitten, badly, he ends up with blood poisoning. Now this dog had never hurt a flea, none of this was his fault, he wasn't bright but he also wasn't mean, he was just overdosed by my lazy father who could'nt be bothered with following the vets instructions.

Needless to say, Thanksgiving ruined, the car eaten, Allen bitten, Uncle Jimmy blood poisoned; but Yogi, Yogi was just fine the next day, and did he get any pills for the ride home?.......................NOOOOOOOOO.

Yogi was a one of a kind dog, we have many stories of insane things that that dog did, my Dad was a master story teller and could tell them much better than me, he would have rooms of people in tears telling the "Yogi stories", now for me they have become Dad and Yogi stories and very, very fond, funny memories, though at the time where not funny at all.

 

[Ceegary]

My mother-in-law is Italian and doesn't speak much English, so when I saw she'd made a birthday cake for my wife with the initials A B on it, I figured that stood for Happy Birthday in Italian, which I don't speak at all. After dinner she proudly presented the cake to her at the table. My wife said; "Thanks Mom, but what does A B mean". My mother-in-law spread her hands out in an "don't you know?" position and said; " Appy Birtday!".

Later that month we had a New Year's Party so we bought hats that read Happy New Year and cut all the Hs off. That's a tradition that still stands today, not only amongst our family but many of our friends have adopted it too.