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A Few of my Favorite Things


Raindrops on roses . . .
I love getting presents, but I love giving them more.  While shopping if I see something that reminds me of someone, I buy it and give it to them the next time I see them.  I seldom wait for a birthday or any other special day.
With ten grandchildren, I am on the constant look out for things they might enjoy – books, toys, clothing.  I love to shower them with presents, but come September, as much as it hurts, I stop doling out goodies and start hoarding for their Christmas stash.
Brown paper packages tied up with string. . .
My blog turns seven years old this April.  It needs a revamp, a rebrand, a rejuvenation, so I decided to celebrate its anniversary with my followers, those dedicated few who have stuck it out with me throughout the journey finding my “voice” and all.  Hey, we celebrate birthdays with presents and cake, right?
But there will be no cake. Sorry.
To be eligible to win the end-of-the-month giveaway, a reader has to follow on my blog page (and, sorry again, be a member who lives within the contiguous United States because of the postage).
For January, I have chosen to giveaway my favorite thesaurus The Synonym Finder by J. I. Rodale.  I found my first copy years ago at a Borders bookstore and have since owned five copies of this book.  The original one sits on my book shelf, tape and glue holding its binder together, but I have a second copy on my desk.  Two were gifts, and the fifth copy sits inside a “If it fits, it ships” postal box, waiting for its new owner.
I have also chosen a movie whose story made such a huge impression on me that I scoured the Internet for years until I found it for purchase.  Made in Ireland, and originally a four-part series on the BBC, Falling for a Dancer didn’t make it to the US (and Amazon) until recently.  I own the DVD and the original book by its author, and I watch all three hours and twenty minutes of this treasure once a year.
The reader/writer giveaway would not be complete without including a swanky new journal and some writing implements, so I added some of those in there too.
I simply remember my favorite things. . .
I keep hoarding things for future giveaways and have to restrain myself from doling them all out at once, so favorite readers. . .  
Join as a follower. Get in on the fun.  I promise you will enjoy the gifts.

 And thank you for sticking with me all these years. 

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