It all started with a contest entry....
"Table for eight. Joshua is sneaking bites before we all sit down. Caitlyn's using Ragu for fingerpaint. Chelsea wants to know if we have soda. Chris isn’t hungry. Elisse informs me there's too much meat in the sauce while John, my husband asks 'You know what would make this really good?' Two to four conversations occurring at once with escalating volume. Then there’s dropped forks, spilled drinks and fights over breadsticks. John and I sigh, roll our eyes, shrug, look at each other and smile. We wouldn’t change a thing. Table for eight? You bet."
It was just one from among thousands across the nation to be judged. Weeks later when I received an e-mail, it's subject line "YOU ARE A POTENTIAL FINALIST" I deleted it. I said to myself "yeah sure, so is everyone else." I thought it was spam. When I got another one a few days later I thought maybe I should take a look at it. The text was urgent. "If you don't reply within 24 hours we will assume you are not interested in participating." I jumped up and down. I screamed. I tried unsuccessfully to dial the phone. Four tries later my hands had finally stopped shaking enough to dial the number correctly. "Yes!" I said. I want to participate!" One notarized affidavit later I was declared an "official" finalist.

The next phase of the contest was to have nationwide voting on the
Ragu Sauce facebook page to select the winner from among the finalists. And so began my campaign. Everyone I've known since high school got an e-mail asking for their votes. I tweeted. I posted in all the mom blogging community sites I'm a member of, this blog as well as my
fan page. I went door to door. No I didn't. I did think about it though. I felt like a candidate campaigning for a public office but for me there were bigger stakes. I was competing for a trip (alone) for my husband and I to New York City and a photo shoot for People Magazine. I wanted that prize. The voting went on for a week then the wait began.
Three long days later I got it. The e-mail with the subject line "YOU ARE THE GRAND PRIZE WINNER." This one I didn't delete. I had done it. I had won. Again screaming and jumping up and down. I couldn't believe it. I had really won it.

Flash forward a couple of weeks later to the trip of a lifetime. A three day trip to New York City, all expenses paid AND a People Magazine photo shoot. My husband, John and I stuffed as much as we could into the two days we had before the shoot.
We visited Times Square, Central Park, went on subway rides and a harbor cruise, saw the Broadway show Wicked, ate Chinese dinner in China Town and dessert in Little Italy, dined at a steak house on Restaurant Row, visited the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. I'd love to know how many miles we walked. We took it all in. We had an absolute blast. We survived on very little sleep, adrenaline and 5-hour energy shots. We couldn't have fit anything else in.
It was already 1:00 am. The day of the photo shoot. It was time (to try) to get some sleep. I wasn't very successful. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I, me, a middle-aged mom from West Virginia was going to be in PEOPLE magazine. Could I really pull this off?

Tomorrow. Part 2 - The photo shoot
