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...the prize trophy won for the Women's Web I stood up blogathon contest. This article won the second prize. And, the pretty mug (below) arrived this morning to brighten up my day!
Thank you once again, Women's Web. This mug sits proudly on my desk, now :-)

Loved the quote: What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce.- Mark Twain


  1. Woohooo! congrats congrats and more congrats

  2. Yaayyy :) Congrats! Mugs that are won are the prettiest, always!

  3. Congo... Congo!:-)Wishing you many more.....!

  4. congrats uma.pretty mug...wish you more success....

  5. I am happy Uma with the well deserved distinction

  6. I liked how u clicked the mug from 3 different angles :)

  7. Hey Congratulations :)
    You deserve it...

  8. Wooohuuuuuuuuu Party time :D Congratssssss :D you deserve it....

  9. Congrats, Uma! I am sure if you set your heart to it, you can have a sizeable collection of these:)

  10. heartiest congratulation on the win in the contest :) yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy


  11. Congratulations Uma...lovely mug and an even lovelier quote on it :)

    Brings a smile on your face everytime you see it!!

    You truly deserve this and much more dear...

  12. Wow Congratulations Uma!!! And that's a pretty mug :)

  13. Lovely mug for a lovely lady! Congrats once again!

  14. Congratulations. It always feels good when we win a prize.

  15. How cool...congrats Uma...very nice...:) glad that one of the bloggers I read won a contest...:) keep writing more good stuff.

  16. Thank you all for the wonderful comments and wishes. I owe it to all of you who read and encourage me regularly with your generous comments.
    Thank you all, once again! :-)))

  17. Hey congratulations. Read your winning post too. Good job there.

    1. thanks a lot, OM and welcome here :-)

  18. Congratulations on the winning the contest. I read your excellent post too.

    1. Sudhagee, honour to have you comment here..welcome and thanks :-)))

  19. Congrats Uma!! Keep adding more such feathers to your cap!!


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