Busy week...Today, I'm over here...



Okay, honestly, Geralin has been fabulous! She allowed me to guest blog on her business blog--Metropolitan Organizing--out of Cary, NC. Just a sneak peek into what growing up in the midst of hoarding is like for the children...

Meet Ceci Garrett--She's the Adult Child of a Hoarder

Also, I have decided to move into the 21st Century and join Twitter. You can follow me by searching:

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Thanks again for all the love, prayers, and kind words!

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Following! But then, you knew that...
July 6, 2011 at 8:56 PM
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