NEWS FLASH!!!! Update!!!! NEWS FLASH!!!
A new winner added cause Uncle an me is fussin' over the results.
Well, this is highly irregular, but it makes thangs a bit more fair, an--frankly--it is MAH blog, not Uncle's. Anyway, who says thar' cain't be a tie??
Wanna know who is the added winner? Scroll on down to the end....but I reckon ya already know, doan'cha??
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I'se real proud of all y'all who stopped by durin' Boxer's New Year's Eve extravaganza!
The most fun of all is noting how this extended blogger community has jes jelled--folks do care, take time to visit, note birthdays or illnesses, worry about safe travels an' empathize wif' the trials of life an celebrate its joys. Youse all a fine bunch. Please take a bow.
An' lemme add mah own particular praise to the others whose blogs hosted charitable initiatives. In the midst of our merrymaking, I'se grateful most of us'uns is aware that our blessin's ought to be shared. That is the spirit of Christmas, the spirit of community--that we look for an respect the people among us who need our help.
Now, fer the winners--those intrepid souls who plunged into wordplay despite the fuzziness that a New Year's Eve libation brings. Heh. Mah sincere thanks fer all who entered into this wif' wit an merriment.
The first word game was Invent -a-Word, with three options: 1) to combine two celebrity names to create definition of a situation their names imply 2) invent a word for an event or situation that has no specific word 3) invent a word based on the name of a famous person.
There were some hilarious entries. Moi's "Liablize: Taking a wild guess as to what another person is likely to do in a given situation." has the ring of a word I bet is used in her surroundings--it sounds so right, doan it?
And Chickory's Lion King Kong caught me off guard an' a laughed right out loud (though it din't strictly follow the format, rather combined movie themes) an Fishy's Optiput, to mean optimum output is a good one! An Troll vented Gator fan frustration wif' "Spurrierized."
But the winner of the invent a word is Troll's entry, "Jebabel, When you're far more competent than your older brother but he does something that prevents you from fulfulling your potential."
This entry is multi-layered, sophisticated an' historically true. It plays on brothers Cain an' Abel, the homophone Abel/ able, an' the historical truth of the Bush brothers, George and Jeb.
In the Limerick game the entries were all delightful! Fishy's ode to Aunty's nightwear charmed me because she employed Aunty-Speak with the word wifa' ( with a) to pace her rhythm an rhyme. Clever Fishy. Still more Fishy limericks appeared as the night wore on--all quite accomplished, an' the Ode to Eggy was perfect.
Moi's limerick worked in the fashion video posted on the porch, an' I thought that was clever too. Troll's limerick, another nod to Aunty, warmed mah heart--an reaffirms what I knowed already: Fer a bridge dweller, Troll is one smart cookie--he can distinguish a Cracker from a redneck, a talent not ever'body shares.
But on the matter of limericks, Uncle shoved me aside an decided iffin' I could use his his deer in garland making, then he, Uncle, could name the limerick winner, an' that'd be Foamy! You'll unnerstan' why when ya read it:
Now way down in old hot Savannah
Anna gripped an aged banana .. :)
Quite limp and soft to her touch
She jerked it with mighty clutch
It stiffened and Bill yelled Hosanna!
Now ya' knows Aunty is more reserved on matters of propriety, but since I snipped up half the treasures in Uncle's desk drawer to make Chickory's garland, I figgered I better let the man have his say on this.
The third word game wuz fill in the blanks. I suspect not many had energy left for this game. Still we had some fun entries. La Diva Cucina said what we all feel--heh. An some had one or more of the five fill ins that were riotous. But the winner is the one who filled in this:
The ____________ of my____________ is__________.
"The dog of my heart is Ivan."
And her resolution is, well, jes' plain impressive.
Uncle done explained to me that I shouda jes' invited folks to play the games, not have a contest, cause in the end, it's jes' too tough to choose. I reckon he's right, an I'se learnin' somethin'. Each entry brought me a moment of happiness, a special "we're sharing this night" feelin', Thanky again to all who played--wif' out ya, the night would not have had such sparkle.
If Troll, Foamy and Moi will email me their preference, food bank or homeless shelter or Veterans' scholarship fund, I will send the donations to their chosen charity. Bless y'all all!
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An' now fer the added winner? Why it is FISHY! Her Ode to Eggy was so clever an' so apt to the moment that Aunty was jes' a stewin' over thar' bein' no prize fer her. This doan take nuthin' from Foamy's naughty but funny win (about which Uncle was adamant).
So raise a glass ( of OJ or some healthy somethin') to all the winners, includin' Fishy.
Fishy, please let me know yore charitable preference.
Program note: please check the Back Porch soon fer a new series of posts to begin soon. Not the usual polemical topics, but rather a serious historical find that will grab yore hearts.