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New banner, Lucky Dice, and a Challenge game

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Creating a new banner for my blog started with a photo I took for a blog post I wrote  over a year ago about: "Random Things About Me." There was a MEME going around asking bloggers to post eight random things about themselves. For the fun of it I did it. (Unfortunately I cannot find the link to show you.)

The image above is a large engraving (I'll give you three guesses where I found it? I paid one euro for it.) The dice look like grains of salt they are that small.

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The other change on my blog is I will be responding to comments in the comment section. Not to everyone, not everyday… but often enough. I started two days ago. Take a look if you can on yesterday's comments. I made notes on how I am related to some of you.

SPILLING-DICE

Are you a lucky person or not? Tell me a story if you want about this image. The crazier the better. Remember, this blog is called Tongue in Cheek.

If you would like to win a pair of these tiny vintage dice add your name below and tomorrow I'll pick a few winners. (Story helps to win, but if you aren't in the mood or time does not permit that is okay too…maybe you will be lucky.)

Comments

61 responses to “New banner, Lucky Dice, and a Challenge game”

  1. Katy

    It took a few minutes to think of a good luck story, but then I thought of your ring. I used to have a ring with three garnets in it (my birthstone)and I was wearing it when I was playing with our dog, Ginger. As she walked away, I heard something click in her teeth. Didn’t think about it until I noticed the middle garnet was missing from my ring. I swear, I followed that dog around the next morning, just waiting for her to relieve herself and – yes, I found my garnet. Amazing how shiny that stone was after going through the guts of a dog!
    Darling dice!

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  2. Catalina

    🙂
    I’m VERY lucky. One of the stories I remember is when I was 13. We had final exams on high school for each subject. That year I had to travel with my family before my English exam would take place at my school. So I have to ask permission to pass it at another school. It was a very “official” thing so I had an Education Minister permission to pass it at one of the biggest school in my city .
    So, I was there, with 300 hundred more students (different sections of the same grade), waiting to write my test. Suddenly I was asked to choose a paper from a bag….(I was the innocent hand…because I would chose between 100 tests -that the other students had to practice but not me…) The number I took out was: 14 (I was so surprised! it is one of my favourite lucky numbers!) I got the highest mark….
    🙂 lucky isn’t?

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  3. Catalina

    and yes….my English is still not so good 🙂 🙂

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  4. dotsie

    No time to think of a story today, but I do like your new banner a lot, and the widgit on the side. You must be adjusting to your mac! Please continue to show us the bathroom as it becomes its new self! I am not tired of seeing it.

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  5. Kristin

    I don’t consider myself to be lucky but I also don’t consider myself to be unlucky either. I have good fortune most times. I do not win competitions, I am not in the right place at the right time, nor do I get my name pulled out of a hat. I never win when I gamble. I have friends who are lucky… but not me.
    I do have to say I was very fortunate to meet my husband though. He lived in a different country, had very poor internet connections, and yet somehow our paths crossed. We went through all of the ‘procedures’ of visas etc and he just up and left and moved here. We got married 60 days after he arrived (mandated by the government if he wanted to work) and it has been quite an adventure! 10 years have passed and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
    I am extremely fortunate, but not lucky!

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  6. Kitem

    Tiens, un jeu, j’aime bien les jeux, those tiny dice are beautiful, and go well in your new banner, tiny little things I like very much at the moment, I am so lucky with my beautiful tiny grand daughter who arrived to see this beautiful world a few days ago.

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  7. My Melange

    The only story I can tell is that I picked a beautiful engraving from the flea market that is an aireal view of the Seine in Paris – it is very old. It was so pretty,
    I had it professioanlly framed and it graces the wall above my headboard in the bedroom.
    The cost of said engraving…same as you $1. Sleeping in Paris skies every night…Priceless!

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  8. Monteverano

    Yes. I am lucky. I had my share in life but always managed to “Pick Myself Up, Dust Myself Off, and Start All Over Again” and never lose faith. That’s luck. 🙂

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  9. Darla

    The roll of the dice. Sometimes life rolls you a winner, sometimes snake eyes. I wonder what I’ll come up with this time.
    Darla

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  10. M-Noëlle

    I do not know whether you ask for true stories or not.
    Your image made me think about the 17th or 18th century…. and here is the story I created about it :
    Eléonore was playing « Jacquet » (French version of Backgammon ») with her mother, her aunt and cousins while having coffee. She loved that game and was happy.
    When her father came into the room with his sheet of paper, she knew pretty well he would mention her marriage again. He would mention the various suitors he had selected, he would talk about their families, about their good positions in the town of Marseille. He would focus on the better matches and he would add:
    “You’ll be turning 17 soon … Think over this…”. Then he would ask for a cup of coffee and talk about the weather or the next hunting day. She used to answer with a nod and to concentrate on the game. She was already dreaming of the big ball she was invited to the next week …
    But that day, her father did not talk about the weather nor anything else. He added:
    “Think over this … and give me your answer by Saturday. I’ll announce your engagement officially on Sunday, at dinner time, right after the hunting party.”
    Her father’s tone was unusually firm and brought her back to reality.
    She dropped the dice suddenly. Some fell in the saucers, others in her mother’s spoon.
    She shouted “Ah mes dés !!! (= Ah my dice !!!).
    Her father turned and looked at her:
    “Amédée ? (old French name). He’s not on my list! Who is he ?”.

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  11. Vicki

    I shared one of my luckiest stories when my diamond showed up weeks later…..but I am a firm believer that you make your own luck by hard work. I am not very lucky in winning things or contests but am lucky in life as I have a three great kids a husband that loves my…wonderful friends and today a nice warm home!!!

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  12. Kit

    Can it be true, my fate depends on one throw of the dice? Happiness gambled away or won according to arbitrary numbers? Perhaps if I blow just a wisp of air from my mouth it will be enough to get a run of sixes – sixes for a full house and family. Ones leave me all alone and my lover flown. Keep rolling dice.. dicing with destiny.

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  13. La Framéricaine

    Exquisite new look, Corey, informed by all the richly wrought stories that you have to share with your gentle readers! Congratulations!
    I Feel Lucky
    Mary Chapin Carpenter/Don Schlitz
    Well I woke up this morning stumbled out of my rack
    I opened up the paper to the page in the back
    It only took a minute for my finger to find
    My daily dose of destiny, under my sign
    My eyes just about popped out of my head
    It said “the stars are stacked against you girl, get back in bed”
    I feel lucky, I feel lucky, yeah
    No Professor Doom gonna stand in my way
    Mmmmm, I feel lucky today
    Well I strolled down to the corner, gave my numbers to the clerk
    The pot’s eleven million so I called in sick to work
    I bought a pack of Camels, a burrito and a Barq’s
    Crossed against the light, made a beeline for the park
    The sky began to thunder, wind began to moan
    I heard a voice above me saying, “girl, you better get back home”
    But I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah
    No tropical depression gonna steal my sun away
    Mmmmm, I feel lucky today
    Now eleven million later, I was sitting at the bar
    I’d bought the house a double, and the waitress a new car
    Dwight Yoakam’s in the corner, trying to catch my eye
    Lyle Lovett’s right beside me with his hand upon my thigh
    The moral of this story, it’s simple but it’s true
    Hey the stars might lie, but the numbers never do
    I feel lucky, oh oh oh, I feel lucky, yeah
    Hey Dwight, hey Lyle, boys, you don’t have to fight
    Hot dog, I’m feeling lucky tonight
    I feel lucky, brrrrr, I feel lucky, yeah
    Think I’ll flip a coin, I’m a winner either way
    Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rt84Y7Thyz0

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  14. Karen

    The engraving is a picture of the ever-so elegant plumber hired by a recently dyed blond American woman who is married to a French husband, who are living in the south of France, who had been previously hired by this woman before for other makeover projects, heard again of her “vision” for the upstairs bathroom. . . His thoughts: a ten-ton claw foot tub WHERE???!!! AND re-piped HOW???!!! The shocked plumber glanced at the woman’s hopeful, begging eyes as she innocently looked forlornly {ah-hemmmm}, all the while strategically batting her eyelashes. Quickly his gaze met French husband’s, who merely shrugged his shoulders in resignation. In response, hired plumber tossed his head up and to the side, rolled his eyes and thought, “Ohhhhh brooooother, here we go again!!!!”

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  15. Margaret

    I can’t relate any ‘lucky’ stories but I often felt my guardian angel on my shoulder. She has helped me out of many a tight spot, a need is meet just when I needed it, major health problems have been sorted. But I do feel that luck is sometimes seeing an option or an opportunity and grasping it. We often miss an opportunity by taking the ‘wrong ‘ path.
    Margaret
    And I love your new banner, very classy.

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  16. Lisa Johnson

    I think I’m pretty lucky. One story that comes to mind is about a scotty dog print I picked up at a garage sale for $1. I bought it for the frame actually. When I took the print out, I found a lovely watercolor of pink roses underneath. It could have been anything under there. Something really ugly or nothing at all, but no, it was a painting of something beautiful. I have since reframed the watercolor and now have it proudly displayed in my home. The scotty print went to my dear friend Becky (www.sweetcottagedreams.blogspot.com)so my $1 purchase was lucky for her too.
    Have a fabulous day!
    Lisa

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  17. Jenn

    In her life, the Marquis had always claimed she was the very embodiment of luck. For years after her death, all she could do is sigh at how literally his heirs had taken this statement as the dice danced across her engraving.

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  18. Lilian

    I don’t have a lucky story (but I will if I win a pair of lucky dice ;-p) but I do consider myself fortunate because my family are in good health. That’s something I’ve never taken for granted.
    I hope you find your ring!

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  19. tut-tut

    Lucky? Sometimes.

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  20. Karin

    Lucky? No. Fortunate? Yes. I am fortunate to be in the place I want to be, with the people I want to be with, doing the things I want to do. How’s that for vague? 😉
    Love the tiny bone dice. They are fabulous!The new banner is perfect.

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  21. MimiG

    Luck – sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes you just get rained out.
    I’m in the rained out phase right now……
    Maybe some new OLD dice would change my luck!
    MimiG
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    Hi Mimi
    My fingers are crossed that your luck starts pouring in.
    C

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  22. Sunrise Sister

    The new banner is delightful – the story –
    “I’ve rolled the dice and it’s not so good – please save the bunny, we only did it once!”:)

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  23. Carole

    The beautiful woman in the engraving loved to gamble, but her husband did not approve! She secretly had some tiny dice made, and kept them in a small velvet pouch that she carried in a pocket in her gown. Whenever she and her friends were alone – in an enclosed carriage, at a friend’s home, even in the private fitting room at her dressmaker’s shop – out came the dice. The intrigue only intensified the excitement that gambling held for her, and one day when she had invited a friend to her home for lunch, she recklessly brought out the tiny dice. During the soup course, her husband unexpectedly returned home, and without thinking, she scooped up the dice and dropped them into her soup. Because they were made of wood, she knew they would be ruined if her husband didn’t go out again soon!

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  24. Jeanette

    Lucky Ring story. My brother started mowing the church lawn after Jewls got sick. He came home one saturday and said look what I found Mom a pretty shiny rock! Mom looked at it and said this is more that a rock. So they talked to Father and he put a note in the bulletin if anyone had lost a rock. Sure enough Mrs. Pariso had notice about 6 month earily her diamond had fallen out of her ring. That month they your going to celerbate 50 years! Her husband said I will just get a new one and have it reset, beside it is 50 years you are due for a new one! She said no it will not be the same. When she read the bulletine she called father who gave her Ray’s name(who was best friends with her grandon) When all was said and done it was her daimond and she tried giving something for finding it him said no. he is just glad he found it for her. So she had it set in her ring again and proudly wore it for their 50th wedding annivarsy. I know you are probably sick of lost ring story, but some of them are so funny….why did I put it there??!!!! Jeanette
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    Hi Jeanette, ( Jeanette is a friend from my hometown of Willows. Her best friend Lorene is my cousin, who also posts here sometimes.)
    I love when you add stories about Willows!
    c

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  25. Alexis

    Those dice are adorable! At home my parents always enjoyed playing bridge and I always loved playing with the dice. I have no head at all for math so I find card games boring, but I like dice for some reason.
    No lucky story pops up in my mind today, but if you want an amusing story of a somewhat scatterbrained girl, I have a little anecdote about my day today, which can be found in my blog. 😀 Just click on my name to view it.

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  26. Dee

    Just because?…my brain is foggy from a cold and I can’t think of a story? Love the new banner!

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  27. Kel

    Like the picture of the woman thinking of her true love and how she gambled and won him over, I am lucky in love too.

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  28. martina

    I found a pair of handmade 18k gold cufflinks in a bag of junk jewelry from a thrift store. Luckily, being a jeweler’s daughter, I could tell right away they weren’t junk. I sold the cuff links and was able to buy something special with the funds. I’m blessed (which is also luck) to have family, friends and pets in good health and happy, a home that is not needing major repairs, good health for myself,a job that I love and blog friends like you.

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  29. Kris

    Okay, here goes… It all started with a “roll of the dice” a crap shoot if you will. They found a place for me among the other odd photos in a wire basket sitting upon a shelf. I must have been in that basket for oh I don’t know how long waiting for someone to see me. I was covered in dust and I must say did not look at my best. The old man who owned the shop said he was doing me a favor by allowing me to lay in the wire basket. He said “no one would want you, just look at the expression on your face”. I have to admit that I do have a rather pleading and far away look on my face. Telling you about “why” is a whole other story. Anyway, I must have been in that wire basket with other more beautiful and breathtaking pictures for a long, long, time.
    One day, a mysterious looking blonde came into the store. She wore dark glasses and a scarf around her neck. She seemed to be looking for something in particular. As she walked around inching her way towards the shelf and basket that I lay in, I thought she looked very familiar? ” Why do I feel as though I know her” I thought to myself? The closer she came the more intrigued I became with her. She started going through the photos in the basket looking at this one and that one, tossing them aside, when at last she came upon me. As she picked me up she looked into my eyes searching for something in my face that would tell her that I was the one she wanted to take home with her that day. (I must say, that with all that dust upon me I did not look by best) She wiped and blew all the dust from me and with a firm grasp upon my picture walked briskly towards the shop owner. It was my time I thought. Someone had finally looked past all the dust, frayed and worn edges to see the beauty in me. Although I was only worth 1 euro to the shop owner, I found a home with the blonde in the dark glasses with the scarf around her neck. I would be prominently displayed as a banner on her blog!!

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  30. s’mee

    True good luck story: For 30 years I went without a wedding ring because we could not afford one. As high school sweethearts we were married at 18 and 19. We bought a small house, reared five kids and were working on keeping our new little grandkids happy, something always took the money.
    Hubby had been secretly planning a “big surprise” for my upcoming birthday. But the surprised was on the both of us as I was suddenly diagnosed with a situation that required me to had to have an emergency surgery -yup, on my birthday.
    Two days before the surgery Hubby takes me to one of our favourite places and presents me with a beautiful pearl (my favourite!) and diamonds ring.
    (I evidently lived through the surgery)
    One year later, during the busy season, we are at Disneyland. I wash my hands and (like an idiot) leave my ring (that one and another one) on the basin, and walk out. I don’t realize I have left my ring until a day and a half later.
    I call down to Disneyland, knowing they will laugh at my folly, and low and behold someone found the ring(s) and turned them into the cleaning staff, who in turn, place them safely in lost and found.
    Who knew goodness and mercy were still alive and well in Anaheim California?
    The photo? Well that’s an etching of my mother, rolling her eyes as she insisted I “not to marry so young, it would never last!” I grabbed my grandmother’s silver and rolled the dice!
    Hey Mom– I win!

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  31. Lorrie

    No stories come to mind today, but I’m sure I’ll think of one when I’m in the shower tomorrow morning, or just before I fall asleep tonight. Funny how those things need to percolate sometimes.
    The dice are exquisite.
    Lorrie

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  32. Cathy Smallwood

    mY LUCKY story:
    Our house caught fire. We were in transition, staying in our son’s home while they were on a short vacation. I decided I deserved a soak in their jacuzzi tub in the bathroom…well, it was my first time in one, I did not wait until the jets were covered and also didn’t know they had not used the tub in several years….so on go the jets and out come (in very high velocity) spinach-like gunk flying all over the bathroom as I sit in the tub…I laughed and cried. Fast-forward one week: I check into the hotel in Las Vegas at one AM. I am at a trade show that all plans were in place before the fire. They tell me all rooms are taken (just my luck), BUT wait, they have opened a new block of rooms…up I go to the 27th floor and the desk clerk unlocks my…..gorgeous suite!!! complete with a jacuzzi for at least 10! It is 2AM and takes one hour to fill that tub….but at 3AM I am bubbling!!! Found out later the room usually cost $1,700 a night…I was there 3 nights and got my “show” price of $90! and in Vegas to boot!!!
    Cathy
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    Hi Cathy
    Your house caught on fire! How horrible.
    I loved the ending of your story!
    What an adventure of bad luck turned good.
    C

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  33. parisbreakfast

    She gazed at the dice with longing…
    Oh why had she worn the green gown today of all days when she needed every ounce of luck at the tables?
    The blue tulle could always be depended upon to make numbers go her way..
    Too late for all of that now. Just pray and cross every bone in her body…
    She desperately needed a lucky roll. The bank was ready to take the house, the jewels, even her blue gown!
    She MUST win or else face destitution, possibly the street.
    She crossed her toes and prayed with all the audacity of hope she could muster…

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  34. Jeanne

    Yes I am lucky
    God has walked beside me all my life long
    and I have been loved well.
    God’s blessings
    Love you
    Love the song Good Fortune by Little Dragon
    Kisses

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  35. Karen C

    Sorry, I don’t have a story about your new header (cute as it is) but just wanted to leave a comment re: reno’s, rings and other things.
    I love all things renovation and architecture and am watching yours with great interest but like another reader, I was almost fainting at the idea of a landing/staircase with no railings (a very repetitive dream of mine).
    As for books written about culture clashes – as an Australian, the book “Almost French” written by Sarah Turnbull, an Aussie who decides to move to Paris with her new French lover really sums up the very humurous differences between us and the French. Now whenever I dress in ‘trackies’ (a very aussie attire) my husband quotes the book and forbids me to go out in public for fear of the baker’s health! (you gotta read the book)
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    Hi Karen
    I’ll add her book to my books I need to read list. Thanks telling me about it.
    C

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  36. angela

    Hi Corey,
    I posted a poem on my blog today that so reminded me of you. After I giggled over it you immediately popped into my mind. Maybe your “girl” is the author of this poem and she is a little embarassed to admit what she has done! Of course she could be hearing all this hogwash and really thinking abt. what she should pick up at the grocery store.
    Wouldn’t You by Lydia F. Hinman
    He told me my face was the fairest
    and purest he had ever known.
    The bobolink ended my singing,
    The nightingale mimicked its tone:
    My dimples they quarreled with cherries
    Just under eyes tender and blue,
    My tresses they angered the sunbeam-
    I half disbelieved, wouldn’t you?
    He told me my fingers were dainty,
    My lips only modeled to kiss,
    and “Would I give one of the sweetest
    for such a poor bauble as this?”
    Maybe I should not have done it,
    but he looked so pleading and true,
    The ring was so pretty-I took it,
    and gave him the kiss, wouldn’t you?
    He told me there was a dear cottage
    Just down near the rocks by the sea,
    There sweet roses nodded a welcome,
    and mocking birds waited for me.
    With himself, of course, for the master-
    ‘Twas made plenty large for us two;
    I forget what I said, but I’m thinking
    I kissed him again, wouldn’t you?
    ———————
    Hi Angela
    That poem and this engraving seem to go together. Perfect fit. Thanks for adding it to the comments!
    C

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  37. Carol Ann

    Today, January 15th, is my birthday. Your wonderful, tiny dice are reminders to me of how lucky I am to be celebrating another year of life. I’m taking time to enjoy the moments of life because we never know when our moments and our luck will end.
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    HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROL ANN!!
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  38. Joanny

    Corey,
    I don’t have a “lucky” story that comes to mind. Trying to do a large boring statistical report(s) Ugh! However it brighten my day reading the other comments from all your wonderful readers. Loved the comment from La Framéricaine “I Feel Lucky” If I had a genie bottle/lantern that I discovered in some dusty antique store in Morocco I would rub it and make three wishes, The first for your ring to be found, 2. that I finish up these reports correctly I might add, and 3. that everyone wins who sent in a comment to your blog. Joanny
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    Hi Joanny
    How thoughtful of you to think of others as one of your wishes!
    I hope your evening was full of good things after a day of looking at numbers. Did you finish the reports?
    C

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  39. Alina

    Lucky? That remains to be seen. Roll the dice for me, Corey. I trust you!
    “Someone had finally looked past all the dust, frayed and worn edges to see the beauty in me.” Kris sure knows your heart and possibly the story of my life. 😉
    My favorite Little Dragon song is Infinite Love.

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  40. Debe

    My lucky story was going to Silver Bella in November in Omaha and meeting Pam Garrison. I have started reading her blog back from the beginning and found a reference to you and a French drain. Popped over to check you out and find the loveliest things. Beautiful little dice…now I need backwards about you…..
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    Hi Debe
    You are going to love Pam, she is bursting with creativity and her smile makes you feel happy inside.
    Thanks for stopping by my blog.
    C

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  41. beachy

    Lucky??? Me??? Well, this used to be posted on my blog profile (which I changed for some/whatever reason… but perhaps you will remember it): When I was a little girl, I dreamed of living in a weathered-shingled Cape Cod style house, on Cape Cod, with a hubby and lots of kids. I may have forgotten about that dream, but it didn’t forget me. When I grew up… I married a man from Cape Cod, now we live in that weathered-shingled Cape Cod house, on Cape Cod, with lots of children (well… 4 kids to be exact… I would have had more, but I had to stop at some point I guess)! I call it being blessed, but for the sake of this post, I will call it luck! lol =) hugs to you, Corey!

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  42. Mahala

    The prince had just eaten a lot of garlic and wanted a smooch. She wasn’t having it and pulled as far away as she could, but in the end he won and she just held her breath as he laid a big wet one on her.
    There’s my story of why she’s turning away.
    Mahala
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    Hi Mahala
    Hahahahaha… so very true, so very true… Provence and garlic go hand in hand.
    C

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  43. Deborah P

    I haven’t read the other comments yet, so hope this isn’t a duplicate:
    She looked up imploringly, “Free me from this paper prison! Allow me to live outside the confines of this picture!”
    “Ah,” I said, “but should I bend the laws of nature in such a way? What would the world become if I freed all the portrait subjects?”
    “The world will be a better place,” she pleaded. “We have seen much in all the years of our imprisonment and we can share the wisdom of the ages.”
    “Hmmm, you have a point,” I said as I scooped up the tiny die in my silver spoon. “I still don’t know whether this is the right thing to do, so I’ll let the die decide. If they total an even number, you SHALL be free; if odd, you stay as you are.”
    What did the die decide?
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    Hi Deborah
    “Paper Prison” clever wording, I like that.
    C

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  44. splendid

    Thank you Corey!
    I forgot I had a little cork full of tiny dice , you reminded me today so I consider myself very lucky! I am posting a few pics on my blog as well ~
    Hi Splendid,
    Our die seem to be related.
    C

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  45. Julie Ann

    I like the engraving but I shall miss Elvis ! Jx
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    Hi Julie
    I am still laughing! I had two cousins who ADORED Elvis. My mom took us to see an Elvis Movie (it was the first movie I ever saw.) I was not even a teenager but I remember thinking he was good looking, those eyes, that hair, the shaking of the hips, his shoes and that voice. Hunk a hunk a burning love.
    C

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  46. Lynn

    As she gazed longingly into the strangers eyes she said, “Lucky is my name and dice are my game.”
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    Hi Lynn
    My mother use to say somehting like this, but I cannot remember how it went… Your comment has had me thinking about it all morning long.
    C

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  47. Michelle McAvoy

    Would love to win the dice. LOVE reading your blog. It’s provides daily inspiration. Thank You so much. Please do put me in the hat for the dice.
    Thanks
    Michelle in KY
    Hi Michelle,
    Your name is in!
    C

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  48. rositta

    Well truthfully I don’t feel very lucky recently, maybe that will change next Tuesday after my appointment with an Opthamologist. I’d like to win the die but wouldn’t want you to have to send them all the way over here (too costly) so count me out. I love your new header…ciao
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    Hello Rositta
    I hope all good things come rolling your way.
    C

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  49. Kimberly

    Corey, I have no time today to even think :0 so I am going for the lucky thing! Blessings, Kimberly

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  50. Betty @ Country Charm

    Corey, I don’t believe in luck…but those dice are mighty eye catching…Still praying about your ring….Betty
    Hi Betty
    Thanks… I haven’t found my ring, but I hope too.
    C

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  51. Andrea

    As she gazed up to the heavens, she pondered the thought of leaving him, her only true love. Was she so selfish as to keep him all to herself. Then a thought crossed her mind…could she be so “lucky” as to be able to call him her own…forever.
    Ok…so there’s a snippet of my story behind your etching. What’ya think?

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  52. Elizabeth Ann

    It was a new game and all the rage for the aristocracy of that long ago age.
    A large pewter bowl sat in the center of the round table, filled with tiny, bone dice and the guests sat around in a happy, chattering circle. In front of each was a portrait of themselves along with a silver teaspoon. One by one they each scooped out a teaspoonful of die and rolled them out upon their portrait. The luck lay in the number of dice that showed that number on top.
    Ones – Lucky in Love
    Twos – Lucky in Money
    Threes – Lucky in Finding Lost Objects
    Fours – Lucky in Friendships
    Fives – Lucky in Lots of Laughter
    Sixes – Lucky in Health
    So, would you like to play, Corrie?! (You already have LOTS of ones 🙂
    Hi Elizabeth Ann
    Lucky ones roll the die…
    Clever response my dear!
    C

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  53. Judy

    Hi Corey, could I be so lucky to win the dice? I read your blog every evening and enjoy it immensely, so beautiful, humorous, and inspirational!! Judy

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  54. Denese

    I don’t count on luck. Mostly, I think that in the end everything is just as it is meant to be. So, “good” and “bad” it is all a part of the perfect tapestry.
    So, I don’t know about the word ‘lucky.’
    It doesn’t mean much to me.
    PS — I can’t wait to see what your bathroom looks like with your tub un-refinished!

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  55. Marianna

    oh are those dice ever so sweet!
    I read your blog everyday however today I’m arriving after midnight rather than earlier like I usually try and my creative juices must already be asleep (or well on their way) so alas no creative tongue in cheek worthy story out of me tonight 😉
    I really love the new banner, beautiful!

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  56. Elaine

    Well, let’s see… I think the dice were related to a champagne, right? The lovely lady probably came from a brocante, no?
    I’d love the dice. I didn’t get enough of France in my suitcase in October. 🙂
    °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
    Hi Elaine ( Elaine came this fall to France and I had a wonderful time meeting her! If ever you are in Colorado you must go to her Cafe!)
    You have a strong memory my dear!
    C

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  57. Heather

    I am neither lucky nor unlucky. But I do so love those dice. They are tiny, and I collect tiny things, it’s true. Of late, I have been collecting teeny tiny vases from every country I visit. I have only been in the airport in France, so nothing from there yet.
    I think the lovely lady is holding a Salon, and is rolling her eyes at yet another young boy’s protestations of love disguised as poetry. Too Barbara Cartland?
    _____
    Hi Heather,
    Tiny vases how tiny are they? Maybe I could findyou one from France?
    C

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  58. Barbara Sydney Australia

    Hi Corey,
    Did you check your jewel case or ring box for your ring? During my renovations last year I thought my ring was lost and I had had so much on my mind that I completely forgot I had taken it off for safety and placed it safely in its box.
    Gee I hope its there!!!
    By the way I think your banner Lady is trying to convince her husband that the Palazzo needs a new bathroom!!
    Lucky, yes think I am, every morning I wake up.
    xx

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  59. stljoie

    My luck story…When I bought my house in the inner city (where I have lived my entire life) 40 years ago, there was not a bank in this city that would lend us the money ($12,500.00) because it was deemed to be a future “slum”. So I found a Realtor that would, but then FHA wouldn’t cooperate and I had to appeal. Now I lived 3 houses away and I knew where I was and I wouldn’t take no for an answer even if it had a coal furnace. I got my way. Today the homes on my block sell for a average of $350,000.00 and that’s allowing for decreased value. My neighborhood is now one of the most interesting in my city. It was a roll of the dice.

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  60. Heather

    Oh my, imagine my surprise when you replied to my comment, this has made my day. The tallest from the Netherlands is about 3 inches high and 5 inches around. The smallest from China is about one inch high and one inch around. I can emial you a picture of them if you are interested. 🙂
    Oh and, I don’t live there anymore, but I am from an area not too far from Willows. I enjoy hearing your Willows stories.

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  61. Cheri Sunmer

    Justine Duvaleix was the daughter of a wealthy Aristocrat, but he was miserly and selfish, never letting her indulge in the richness of life or happiness….
    he kept her house bound and she would dream of her freedom one day, praying that something magical would transpire in her restrictive life…
    Justine saw a gardener one day, he had flaxen hair, his eyes were liquid blue, his face seemed sculptured, like a beautiful 16th Century Renaissance painting… she couldn’t take her eyes off of him…. nor could she ever stop thinking of him after that moment… daily she watched him tend the soil with his guideful hands, her heart became entwined with him.. it was immersed with love, something she had never known before…
    As months progressed, a Jeweler came to visit her father one day, he noticed Justine, he mentioned that he would like to have a wife to bear him children, the father obliged, but the price was a collection of rare emeralds, the Jeweler agreed to the arrangement, anything to aquire a wife of her stature, Justine was introduced to him… and was appalled…
    The Jeweler had a long thin nose, his glasses made him look like an owl, his pinched expression on his face surveyed Justine, as if she were going to fade away, he was transfixed on her beauty…. the fatal catastrophe was enforced upon her.
    Justine was terrified, she stopped eating… nothing could sway her to eat…. her father feared for her life… he had an idea of an impossible agreement, he thought for certain he could not lose in this venture….
    The father approached Justine with this scheme, he told her if she could place his gambling dice in a spoon and shake them to equal 17, she could have her freedom… impossible odds, but nonetheless, it was her only choice…. with the Jeweler present and her father at her side, the tears streamed down her face…. she prayed and shut her eyes, the dice dropped and the numbers were 18………….. but one of the dice turned itself over, it was 17 !
    Justine raced to her room, she packed her clothing and her book of poetry, she cared not for what she would leave behind…. as she walked down the path to attain her freedom, the gardener stopped her, he said ” My name is Claude Barringer… I have thought of nothing but you Justine, from the moment I first saw you….”
    Justine replied, “And I have felt the same Claude..”
    Claude grabbed her hand, together they walked up to the carriage and boarded to a new life as one….
    By Cheri Sumner/ an American Romantic….

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