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And I didn't prepare a speech!

My first, and probably only, blogger award! Yay!

Thanks to That Girl in Brazil, not only uber cute but uber sweet.



I'm supposed to pass on the love to other bloggers by linking them and then posting in their comments. But, seriously, how much more ad space do you guys need?

Ok, ok, fine.

I pick Mary cause she totally posted her flip flops.

And justRandi cause she said she'd come to my house if I sent her an invite.

And llegue because she made reference to a certain male body part while shopping in Wal-Mart, plus she beats me at games.

and Heather because she makes me giggle and she comments even when my posts are lame.

Just passin the <3

I feel super guilty for not linking everybody. But, you wouldn't be on my blog roll if I didn't think you were super cool.

Comments

Heather said…
Here's my token comment... your posts are never lame.

Thanks for the love.
*MARY* said…
I heart your blog too. Thanks for awarding me, I've been waiting and waiting.
Oh my goodness! I can't believe I found you! This is Megan Jhanson. Email me at megankferguson@gmail.com and I will add you to my blog so you can see mine! Your kids are growing SO fast!! I hope to hear from you soon!!
Sarah said…
Yay, eh!
JustRandi said…
I love it!!! Thank-you so much!
And I still really love those invitations. I wish I were talented... *sigh*
taturner said…
Sweet! I am super cool!
Anonymous said…
Your blogs are never lame, so get over it already. Alas, the lame ones are those who are too lazy and/or lack the creativity to make their own blog, so they shamelessly (I am not stubborn you will note) moonlight by posting comments on others blogs under the name of anonymous.
Pam said…
Hey I got my blog up and running. Just click on the name-o
Thanks for yesterday I thought it went really well and I learned so much about our ladies then I think I would've ever if we just kept on going to their homes to visit them. Pam

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