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My nieces wrote us wonderful thank-you notes after they stayed with us for a couple of days. It really feels good to receive such creative and honest responses like these. It’s a tangible appreciation – something that took time and effort to do.

We aren’t good at thank-you notes, ourselves. We always give sincere thanks when we receive a gift or enjoy a visit, but we’re rarely organized enough to write the thank you’s.

Maybe we should…

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Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer is hosting a giveaway link-fest, and I’m already giving away a free book here. But I figured I could also offer a free Hidden Treasure of Assets boardgame as well. It’s a game I invented with my husband, and have marketed for six years. More information on the game is on my company’s website.

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Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer is hosting a giveaway link-fest, and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to give away the book, Bed & Breakfasts and Country Inns. It’s a great directory of B&B’s throughout the US and Canada, and it includes a certificate for ONE FREE NIGHT (buy one night/get one night) at any participating inns. The certificate is good through December 31, 2007.

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I don’t know why I remember this address. It’s been more than a quarter of a century since I lived there. Nor can I comprehend why I remember the phone number – I’ve memorized at least a dozen phone numbers since 832-3625.

I don’t know why I remember the dark green siding with the bright yellow door, and how its two bedrooms and one bath provided plenty of space for my mom and me. I remember the tracks that ran parallel to our street and transported the trains that rattled our windows, and the highway on the other side of them — the one that I used to cross on my bike to visit my Grandma. It’s now a four-lane bypass with traffic lights and speeding cars.
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