And the Winners Are...

Are you ready for this? It's the moment you've all been waiting for - sitting on the edge of your seats, refreshing the page every 10 seconds, dying to know who the ecstatic new owners of these fantastic books are. And I don't blame you one bit. These books are the bee's knees, the cat's meow, the...why do all the "top-notch" sayings have to do with animals/insects? Who wants anything to do with such creatures when books are in one's sights?? Who -- wait, seriously, are you still reading this? If I were you, I would have scrolled down to see the winning names ages ago. I probably wouldn't even have read this paragraph. At least not until I skipped to the end and found out if I was a lucky book winner. I mean, seriously. What's the point? Who wants to read rambling words and tired thoughts when she could be doing a happy dance over new additions to the library? Aren't you sick of this yet? I am! :p

Sadly, there will be no video, as originally intended, to record the heart-stopping moment, as...well, you know all about Polly. Howsomeverso, I have the bowl of names right here, and as I reach into the bowl, I draw the name...

Lauren

Congrats! You have won The Book That Made Your World!!

Hooray! Can we hear a round of app- what? Ok, fine, I'll draw the next name. You ready for this? The winner is...

Grace!

Huzzah, Gracie! You have won Peter Pan!!

For all those of you who read, commented on, and participated in my bloggy-birthday: Thank You - you are truly the bee's knees!

And for those of you weeping now for not being a lucky winner: do not loose heart. There will be another just-for-fun giveaway in a few short weeks, courtesy of an adventure I am going on. Stay tuned!






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Giveaway Winners!

 



Sometimes I Wonder ~ Random Moments

Here's a random question for ya:
What is the "polite" way to eat fried chicken?

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Munching on a little lunch mama had brought home - the yummiest, most un-greasy, fried chicken I'd ever had - while teaching today {no lunch break on Thursdays} I was struck with a sudden terror: "Am I being rude, eating with my fingers? Is there a way I'm supposed to eat fried chicken?"

I remember my grandpa once telling us a story of going out to dinner with his dad for fried chicken at a "nice" restaurant. Being country boys, they were a little uncomfortable when they observed that all those around them were daintily {albeit rather unsuccessfully} slicing off bite-sized pieces of chicken using forks and knives. When my grandpas' plates were brought, it took all of 10 seconds for them to discard the "nonsense," abandon utensils, and turn fried chicken back into finger food! "All of a sudden," my grandpa said, laughing and chuckling away, "you could hear this collective sigh all throughout the restaurant, and we looked around and saw everyone else setting down their forks and knives and pickin' up that chicken!"

I love that story. It makes me grin every time I think of it. Yet, it doesn't seem to answer my question. Who was right? The prim-and-proper, unsuccessful, "polite" people? Or my pragmatic, down-to-earth grandpa and great-grandpa {who were promptly copied by everyone else}? What defines the line between manners and a lack thereof? What defines finger food? If you know, please, help me out of my Manners Predicament!!

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Speaking of wondering, if you're wondering who the giveaway winners are, let my put your minds at ease...kind of. Monday. 10am. There will be an official announcement. Now you know. :)

Thanks muchly to all of you who came to my party ~ I had an amazing time, reading the insights of all my visitors, and I hope you did, too!