A few of the entries we have received have included a narrative, with photos of the Rubber Chicken that go with the story. Farley posted such an entry on her Behind the Vines blog (enjoy!)
Lest there be any confusion, this type of entry is just fine! If you have been hesitating to send in your own Great American Rubber Chicken Novel, please don't hesitate! Start pounding the QWERTY and get it to me by the end of the day, Wednesday, February 20!
Another example was emailed to me by Emily Enns, which is reproduced for you below in its entirety. I think you'll like it!
My dear friends at Twisted Oak...
I have a great story to go along with my "Bring Your Rubber
Chicken to Work" picture. So even if I don't win the grand prize, I
know everyone will get a good laugh out of my story (even if it is
kinda [ok, really] long). To give a little background on myself... My
name is Emily and I'm a 24 year old graduate student getting my masters
degree in Genetic Counseling (I'm smart!) at Cal State Northridge
(CSUN) in southern California. I grew up in San Jose and my parents
have owned a house near Camp Connell for about 12 years. I have been
familiar with Twisted Oak for many years... and have enjoyed your wine
since I attended my first Passport weekend when I turned 21 (I'm
actually one of those "good girls" who didn't "drink" until I turned
21... seriously!.. well kinda... I was 20 years and 360 days old when I
went to my first Passport weekend and drank.. we'll leave that story
for another long e-mail or
Passport Weekend 2008). I love your wines
and everyone and their dog has loved the "Are You Twisted?" pins,
shirts and underwear I have. Enough of that... let's get down to the
story...
It all started about two weeks ago when my spring semester started
up at CSUN. For one of my classes I have to do a semester long
internship at a local hospital. This semester I am working at
Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Beverly Hills talking to patients about
genetic testing options for different cancer syndromes (I won't make
your head explode by going into more detail about that). My first day
on the job I was a good student and brought my trusty notebook and my
purse. My purse just happened to have the "Give a Friend a *%#&@!"
pin on it. One of the doctors saw it and I was mortified when she
pointed it out because I knew that wasn't exactly appropriate in a
professional work setting... but she loved it and thought it was funny
so I didn't get in trouble with her. When I got home I quickly took
the pin off my purse so I wouldn't get into trouble at work for having
inappropriate accessories.
A few days later I was sitting at my desk at home...
procrastinating... like I often do... and I saw the pin on my desk. To
procrastinate more and keep myself busy for a while I decided to check
out your website which you have so kindly provided on the pins. I was
excited to see that the following week was "Take Your Rubber Chicken to
Work Week". I quickly sent out an e-mail to all of my friends telling
them about the event and encouraging them to partake in the fun. I
then started thinking about where I would bring my rubber chicken and
where I would take a picture with it. I realized that my rubber
chicken.. the one my mom bought me a few years ago at the tasting room
in Murphys.. is at my boyfriend's house in San Jose. This past summer
I hung it up on the wall in our bedroom as a joke... and it has stayed
there ever since. I had to find some way to get my rubber chicken down
to me in southern California for the big week. Luckily my boyfriend
was planning on driving down on the 4th to spend the week with me. I
told him he had to bring the rubber chicken with him so I could partake
in the festivities. My parents were going to be in the Twisted Oak
area on the 2nd and 3rd and they were both going to buy rubber chickens
to bring to work. They offered to buy one for me too and ship it to
me. But I said no, cause I was gonna ask the boyfriend to bring mine
to me. The boyfriend agreed to bring it and I reminded him before he
left to come down here... and everything was right in the world **cue
lovey dovey squawking rubber chickens and hearts floating in the air**
**BANG! BANG!** (the chickens just got shot down from the sky... so sad)
Back to the story...
So my boyfriend calls me when he is four hours into the five hour drive down here. The conversation goes like this:
- "Honey, I'm gonna tell you something... and you have to promise not to get mad at me..."
- "I can't promise I won't get mad... but tell me anyways"
- "Well ummmm... remember how you gave me a list of things to bring with me....?"
- "Yes..."
- "Well... uhhhhhhh... I... forgottherubberchicken!"
- "You WHAT!?!?!? I even reminded you before you left. Like RIGHT BEFORE you left! I CAN"T BELIEVE you forgot it!"
- "I know baby... I'm so sorry. I feel really bad."
- "Fine fine... nothing you can do about it now... but now your
job this week is to find me a rubber chicken to take a picture with"
- "I know I know... I will"
He ends up apologizing every two seconds once he gets here. I
knew that he would find a rubber chicken somewhere so I got back to
trying to figure out where I would take the picture with my new
friend. Boyfriend finally found a rubber chicken at the local mall on
Tuesday while I was at work. He surprised me with it when I got home.
This rubber chicken is not like your rubber chickens.... this one does
this super annoying scream when you squeeze it. I fell in love with it
when I saw it and I have slept with it every night since then (well not
really... but that would be funny). As I was going to bed on Tuesday
night I had a great idea. I was set to do a presentation on the
genetics of autism to my classmates at CSUN. I had to pick two science
journal articles about the genetics of autism and present the findings
to the class. I thought it would be great to incorporate my rubber
chicken into my presentation. At first I was going to use my chicken
as a pointer... but that was a bad idea since anytime I touched the
thing it screamed. So I came up with a better idea... I put a picture
of a rubber chicken on the title slide of my power point presentation.
Then I took it one step further and put a little rubber chicken picture
on every slide (50ish slides in total). I even found a way (with the
help of my mom) to justify the rubber chicken in my presentation.
There is a woman in San Jose who teachers and works with autistic
children. She uses a rubber chicken in the classroom to serve as a
fidget toy for the children and to remind everyone that no one is
perfect... when someone does something incorrectly or is embarrassed
about something they did, they are able to hit themselves on the head
with a rubber chicken so they can learn to laugh at and accept their
mistakes. Checkout her website and the story behind the rubber chicken
at
http://www.socialthinking.com/rubberstory.asp.
So my rubber chicken sat next me while I presented. Everyone
loved the rubber chicken and the story and my presentation (I don't
think my teacher fell asleep during mine like she usually does for the
presentations)... and I got my classmate to take a picture of me and my
new rubber chicken and my presentation. I have attached the picture
for your viewing pleasure which will serve as my submission for the
picture contest. I have also attached my power point presentation
about the genetics of autism (complete with the rubber chickens on each
slide) for your information... because I know ya'll want to know more
about the genetics of autism (or not... whatever.. see if I care!).
So now we are at the end of my (long) story... I hope you enjoyed all of it. Go and spread the word!
My new rubber chicken now hangs in my room here and my housemate
squeezes it every time he comes into my room. Lovely, isn't it? Well
it's time for me to stop procrastinating so i can do my work.... so I
can graduate (in May!!) and move back up to San Jose... where I will be
able to take regular trips up to the mountains and to Twisted Oak to
enjoy the company and the wine. See ya'll for Passport Weekend 2008..
I'll be the cute blond telling everyone to be nice to me cause my
birthday is a few days after Passport Weekend.
Signed Your Twisted Servant,
Emily Enns
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