I am glad that Alexei-who-is-three gets his wish, aren’t you? I will put in an unabashed plug for my Usborne business here, saying that I can facilitate lots of free books for you with a successful Facebook or in-home book show. And no, I had no intentions at all of putting in an ad when I decided to do the giveaway. My Alexei-who-is-three says, “I want dat train book!” I unabashedly hope to win! And now I must go corral the Alexei-who-is-three because he is helping himself to a snack. It’s where I feel the safest and most loved. “My favorite place in “de whole wide world” is : snuggled up with my man at the end of the day, kiddos fast asleep.
The random drawing falls on the lovely Hillarey who commented: Anyway, thanks for weighing in with your opinions.
I did think that someone might mention the bathtub as their favorite place. I felt like you all deserved some books I was really interested in how many of my friends are perfectly happy at home with their families. I love all of you who told me your favorite places and I wanted you all to win. Actually, no, March might be that capricious, but I would never be. I looked at the entries and picked my favorite person. Still, this morning I awoke to only a dusting of snow instead of the three inches predicted for the first day of spring, so hope is alive and well. My method was convoluted and random, just like March weather, which has turned a little stinky cold, by the way. I did the drawing for the winner of my giveaway. If we are fortunate, my husband will be home soon! His shift is longer than mine. Now I have a headache and sore shoulders, (it’s that deer’s fault) so I will hie me off to bed with some peppermint oil on my temples.
USBORNE WINTER THANK YOU GRAPHIC MOVIE
The children watched a movie while I entered the school children’s book order and got happy feelings about how much they will enjoy their rewards. After I whisked some of the whey back in, it came out almost normal. I had forgotten about my yogurt straining in a colander in the fridge, which means it was more like a brick than Greek yogurt. We had to attend to the animals and finish up the household stuff, like folding laundry. I wouldn’t have minded butchering it and chewing it, but maybe tonight it was best if it did survive. The deer ran off, seemingly only stunned. Now we have another crinkled dent and some broken plastic. The roads were still a bit slick in the back country, so I was going quite slowly, maybe 30 mph, when a deer with a death wish tore out and took a flip off the Suburban hood. We picked up our mess and came home at 6. There is a reason I hardly ever make donuts. I asked Mom if it was a little nerve-wracking, and she conceded that it may have been. The donuts had happened while I was gone. It took me until 4 PM to wrap that up, then Alex and I joined the others at my folk’s place for pizza. It may have been a little chaotic for a bit, but there were root beer floats and salty snacks to tide over anyone who got tired of waiting while the book lady did the orders. The fun part was when the children got to make book choices equal to 25% of the funds they personally raised.
Out of 22 students, 14 of them hit one or both of those goals. They blew me away with their diligence and tenacity in finding sponsors (suggested donation was 5cents a minute.) I promised prizes for anyone who got either 5 sponsors or raised $100. The school children did a fundraiser where they got sponsors for a reading challenge: at least 30 minutes of reading a day for 2 weeks was the challenge. I ended up dropping the four younger children off with her while Alex helped me with my party. Meanwhile my mom texted me to see if we want to come make donuts at her house. I spent a few hours assembling my Usborne book stash for a party at school. Our school started at 10, after morning chores, dishes, and a romp outside. It has tended to rain this winter, and the beauty of every surface outlined was inspiring for us all. I packed my husband’s lunch, saw him out the door at 8, then dismissed my scholars for a late start at school, since we can’t seem to count on plentiful snowfalls anymore. Nothing is quite the same loveliness as a sticky snow. It was a thrill to look out at fairyland this morning after a restless night with a child who couldn’t sleep.
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