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All Your Blogs-The Greastest Hits Collection

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To Be Continued

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Phoesable said…
Oh wow, Q. I agree... these are all superlative reading.
Friday, 3 September 2004 at 14:32:00 GMT-4
AJ in Nashville said…
Thank you, my dear. I think I'd have to start another blog to list all your greatest hits!

:)
Friday, 3 September 2004 at 17:58:00 GMT-4
Karri Bowman said…
what a great idea. i so enjoyed all of these posts. my favorite post of yours, queenie, is A PORCH OVER which is in the june archives. i was going to link to it but couldn't figure out how. it didn't seem to have it's own little URL anymore. :(

but it's my favorite of your posts...that and the one about bill being killed. both sit with me and pop into my head from time to time...

i'm so honored that you read and enjoy my blog. i am always excited to curl my fit beneath me and read more of your wonderful stories.

thank you so much.
Saturday, 4 September 2004 at 02:05:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
KJB-no, I really want to thank you. I have read you since I started on Blogger, thinking you are fantastic.
I have always been thrilled when you left me comments.
Thank you for these words posted above me.
You have left me smiling as I head off to bed.

Q
Saturday, 4 September 2004 at 03:59:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
There is no need for thank yous EVER people--these are my tributes and thank yous to you!!!
You are all spendid, in my mind.

Q
Saturday, 4 September 2004 at 10:22:00 GMT-4
Morgan said…
Queenie, you are the bloggiest blogger of them all! (I think that's a compliment.) I wish I had your commitment. Just so much going on right now. It's driving me crazy. Thanks for your support and your kind words. I'm always envious of your ability to keep going.
Monday, 6 September 2004 at 11:10:00 GMT-4
Donald S. Crankshaw said…
I don't mean to hijack your comments, Queenie, but I figured this was the best place to post this. I'm currently accepting submissions to the Storyblogging Carnival. Visit here for details if you, or any of the other fine bloggers you mention in this post, would like to participate.
Tuesday, 7 September 2004 at 16:28:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
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Saturday, 11 September 2004 at 02:59:00 GMT-4
cbeck said…
ahhh... so this is how you found me...

(ignore Q the comment directly above, that is blogger being stupid. blogger should be shot some days. no more cookies for me.)
Saturday, 11 September 2004 at 03:03:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
Ah, the dangers of letting you run amock...

Q
Saturday, 11 September 2004 at 03:08:00 GMT-4
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