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You've Been Fanned!


Alleluiabelle from Humble As I Go has presented me with the pronouncement that she is a fan of my blog. The month of April has been named “Tell Them You Are a Fan” month. Let your favorite blog sites know that you’re a fan just as Alleluiabelle did with me! Now instead of the rules, I would like any and all who leave me a comment the opportunity to say that I’m a fan of yours! Please accept this unique award from me to you.

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  1. AnonymousApril 6, 2009 at 6:53 PM

    Oooo. Oooo...
    I want in on this!! :)

    I'm looking forward to following your blog and getting to know you better!

    ~Heather ;)

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  2. RCUBEsApril 6, 2009 at 6:54 PM

    Well...make it "2" since I'm also a "fan" of yours. I've been running behind sis Alleluiabelle. kah...kah...kah....[well, I'm 41 but I feel like "80" sometimes...]So pls come by for a visit when u get a chance. I'll make some coffee sister! God bless!

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  3. AnonymousApril 6, 2009 at 6:56 PM

    I got one of these fans from Sally yesterday. I'm a fan of yours too. Aren't these fans fun.
    Charlotte

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  4. AndreaApril 6, 2009 at 7:37 PM

    I am most definitely a fan of yours. You are a joyful woman who brings light and life to many. Blessings.

    Andrea

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