Isn't "gambling" fun? Well, when you're not losing much it is. The last time I went to Mystic Lake or stepped foot in any casino, I can't recall. Minus Vegas in May 2009. But that doesn't really count because there's a lot machines you can play the second you get out of the gate areas of where you board/get off the terminal.
We take gambles every day. You gamble when you decide to wake up, make coffee, eat breakfast, take a shower, put one leg through one side of your pants and the other leg through the other side, pull them up, put a top on and then walk out the door into your car.
You've been giving this day to make the most of it. We are not immortal.
I have not had much interaction with people the last 24 hours or so and I'm going a bit crazy, although it is my own "fault" for why this is. I have a dog and she keeps me company along with my cat and I love both dearly. I went for a "run" this morning again with my dog. Yes, a "run."
I took a gamble today when I got up and went for a run. It was gorgeous outside. I also spent about $25 to gamble on Switchfoots deal they made with Bidfire. I did something I'm proud of yet at the same exact time, I'm not so proud of. I literally sat at my computer for two hours waiting for Bidfire to add more servers to their network so I could go in and try win this competition so I can finally meet Chad Butler, Drew Shirely, Tim Foreman, Jon Foreman and Jerome Fontamillas plus hang out with them for four days and record a song with them that will be released on iTunes.
The contest is open to U.S. resident 18 and older.
Guess what? People are STILL bidding and the auction doesn't close for another hour and 20 minutes. It reopens tomorrow at 11 a.m. central time.
I'm about to shock you...yeah you. Because I'm such a huge fan and what I'm about to say might make your head spin round at first, but then you'll probably come to terms and understand what's up. This is the thought process of Rachel Ryan:
If I don't win this contest and I probably won't, I'm OK with that because there's plenty of opportunities to meet these guys. They're five extremely talented individuals who are musicians. I could take the time to play the guitar, bass, drums, harmonica, cow bell, etc., as well as they do. But I need a good enough paying job, so I can take lessons and practice my heart out. I already sing my heart out and make a fool outta myself in the car when I'm driving down Cedar Avenue in Apple Valley anyway...or wherever it is I'm driving.
But here's the thing: my time is precious and I have a life I want to live. I'm not going to stare at a computer screen for hours on end to win something that matters so much to me. Why??? I'd rather have it just.........are you ready for this? I'd rather have it just happen, naturally. I met Jon Foreman "naturally" just days after turning 23 it was October 10 right outside the Target about 11:45 p.m. and I had just enjoyed a drink with a friend went to the concert with me. I was walking down the street and he just hoped out of his tour bus. I didn't scream, but I was DEFINITELY speechless. Got a picture with him though! I think he felt 'invaded' though so it was kind of a weird experience.
Anyway, I'm all about helping (donating) money toward great causes like StandUp For Kids, but I came to terms super quickly today with the reality of this little thing called life.
These guys are human. As much as I love their music, I don't want to waste my time watch the clock go from 47 seconds down to 10 seconds left of bidding to see it jump all the way back up to 59 seconds.
Switchfoot, you make me think, you help me understand the bigger picture(s) and even though I'm still decoding every song of yours, I'm not a fan of this Bidfire thing. You're in Europe right now and I hope that your first experience of surfing in Ireland is amazing as you all are.
For now, that's what's on my mind. I love you. I do. You inspire me, but the clocks a tickin and I ain't getting any younger!
Oh...and I'm one of your biggest (non-obsessive) fans (Friend of The Foot) you'll ever meet.
Love,
Rachel
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