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Hmmmm. . . . not sure that I'm grooving on this after all.

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I love the two scrolls at the bottom of the Mom Buzz blog; would love mine to be "I'm a Member" and "Time Worthy Blogs.  I love the two scrolls at the bottom of the Mom Buzz blog; would love mine to be "I'm a Member" and "Time Worthy Blogs.  I love the two scrolls at the bottom of the Mom Buzz blog; would love mine to be "I'm a Member" and "Time Worthy Blogs.  I love the two scrolls at the bottom of the Mom Buzz blog; would love mine to be "I'm a Member" and "Time Worthy Blogs.

A 3rd Person Omniscient View of My Life

Long, long ago, in a land faraway called "Oklahoma," a young farmer and his wife brought home a little baby girl. This baby girl was their first baby girl and everything thing they had prayed for -- right down to the dark curly hair on top of her little bitty head. The only thing they hadn't prayed for was the screaming. They certainly hadn't prayed or wished or hoped or wanted THAT!

Eventually, as the little baby girl grew, the screaming turned into babbling, the babbling into first words, and those words became sentences. Never-ending sentences. The poor farmer and his wife had to hear their little girl's voice all -day long, just gibbering and jabbering away. There was nothing, it seemed, that could bring peace and quiet to their lives.