Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Expiration dates

Just finished clipping the final round of box top collections for our 2010-2011 school year. Each class and grade is competing for the highest box top total collected. The winners will be rewarded with a treat in May.

As I went along tonight, I kept track of the expiration dates on the more than 500 box tops I clipped. I will attempt to keep these updated in the future.

Unless you're segregating box tops by expiration date, you could have any box tops with these expiration dates or earlier in your collection. Submitting groups of box tops before these dates will ensure you don't let leave some money on the table by submitting ineligible box tops.

These dates will also remain as a sidebar on this blog:

2011
June 1
June 30
Dec. 31

2012
June 1
June 30
July 31
Dec. 31

2013
Feb. 9
April 30
June 1
Dec. 31

2014
March 31
June 1
Dec. 31

2015
Dec. 31

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I'm writing this blog post at 6:30 a.m. on my smartphone with one hand and a bottle to feed my 6-month-old son in the other. I've always thought that posts had to be typed, but maybe they can be texted. I'll have to hurry to finish texting before he's done as I haven't had much luck saving work midway on my phone and getting back to it again.

Jeff Foxworthy's Red Neck jokes inspired this post.

If you ask strangers for the #boxtop off the label of their used Avery notebooks, you might be a #boxtop coordinator.

This experience actually happened to me while sitting in a meeting. I was seated across from a man who had organized his agendas in an Avery notebook. He had left the purchasing label and its box top on the spine. After the meeting was over, I approached him, asked if I could have the label for its boxtop and then explained that I was my daughter's school's boxtop coordinator. At first he was confused, then just surprisingly dumbfounded that a man would be doing such a thing. Perhaps a woman wouldn't have gotten the same puzzled response?

What would you have done in that situation? What's your most awkward boxtop request moment?