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Liebster Blog: Love is in the air!

I was chosen to receive this by two very gracious gentlemen:  fellow bloggers at Outside the Asylum and Linen on the Hedgerow.  I am  happy to pass along the honors.

(When you get this, please do the following: Copy and paste the Major Award to my blog. Link back the person who gave me the award. Pick out five favorite blogs with less than 200 followers, and leave a comment on their blog to let them know they have received the award. Hope that the five blogs chosen will keep spreading the love and pass it on to five more blogs.)

Here are my choices:

1.  Journey of a Catholic Nerd Writer:  The honesty and intelligence of this young Catholic blogger is endearing!
2. Pentimento: Consistently features terrific writing, a variety of topics and has an eye-pleasing blog.  It's the whole package.
3. And Sometimes Tea:  Best when she's ranting, she's one of the few bloggers who can write a really long post and keep the reader engaged.  (Don't know how many followers she has, but I'm putting her in my top 5.)
4.  Daughter of Mary:  More than just a "mom blog", she has a heart and passion for pro-life causes.
5. ...the hell with it:  Always a fun place to visit, and I admire her moxie.  She never fails to grab my attention.



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  1. Thank you for thinking of me, and for your kind words.

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  2. I have been neglecting the blog world, and just saw this. Thank you for your kind words!

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  3. Catching up on past blog posts that I missed throughout the semester. Thank you so much for your kind words. <3

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