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I'm a calendar girl!

I'm a calendar girl four times over! Ms. January, Ms. July, Ms. September, and Ms. November. 


Ooh la la!


Not exactly me (of course!), but my photos. *Four were chosen in a photo contest by the Taunton River Watershed Association for their first ever calendar.


I'm happy to be part of an organization that works hard to protect the local watershed.
*My photos  are #3, #5, #6, and #10.
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deanna said…
Congratulations, Ruth! Looks like a beautiful calendar. (Now I have the song Calendar Girl stuck in my head, but I'll survive...)
November 11, 2010 at 9:31 PM
Ruth L.~ said…
:>)

"I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl...each and every day of the year!

The good old days!
November 11, 2010 at 10:14 PM
Wanda said…
Well Congratulations ~~ How special is that...being a Calender Girl!!

I think I need to get one!!!
November 12, 2010 at 1:14 AM
Pauline said…
Congratulations! How do I purchase one?
November 12, 2010 at 7:07 PM
Bob Sanchez said…
Congratulations, Ruth. I'm impressed but not surprised.
November 12, 2010 at 10:18 PM
Pat Johnson said…
Ruth,

I'm a little late on this, but congratulations on your photos in the calendar. Ohh la la indeed! ~Pat
January 1, 2011 at 4:24 PM
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