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Missed Anniversary

So guess who missed their blog anniversary?

This girl did! \(>_<)/

Not cool Rose. Not cool.

*clears throat* So, a year ago on the 19th of November, I came up with the idea to start A Dancer's Pointe (which most of you know was the original name for this blog), as a side blog to my first blog evah, Loving Your American Girl Doll. At the time when ADP was created, dance was my everything but now... writing is my everything. >.<

I can't believe after little over a year I have 78 followers, 16,631 pageviews, 245 published posts and 1155 comments (and half of them I never replied to :-[ ).

You guys have blessed me so much with your words of encouragement and friendly enthusiasm. I wouldn't be here without any of you. So...thank you. Those two little words are all I have to offer you but I mean it. I honestly cannot thank you guys enough for all that you've done. You guys are dah best. :}

thanks for reading. <3
xoxo,

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  1. rosie! epic epic epic design! girl, you need to get into real business with this. :)

    HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, truly, madly, deeply! <3 it's been such a pleasure to join you, rose, as you grow and explore here. i believe 77 others can attest!

    xx les

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  2. This is so amazing! Congrats, Rosie! I cannot believe it has been a year. Whoa. O.O

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  3. Happy Anniversary! :) That's so cool:)

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  4. Happy Anniversary!! That's awesome!

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  5. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!! YOURE SO AMAZING!!!

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  6. Happy blog anniversary!!! :D
    xoxox

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