tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19736311.post116528473235730704..comments2023-09-03T07:25:45.078-07:00Comments on Gaffney Journal: Abiding In the FieldsGaffneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18293658542211510275noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19736311.post-1165477147853008202006-12-06T23:39:00.000-08:002006-12-06T23:39:00.000-08:00I grew up in church music programs (mother = organ...I grew up in church music programs (mother = organist/choir director, older siblings in choirs). By the time I was in choir, I was all about the business. I tried to ignore those who were (in my mind) "messing up". <BR/><BR/>Yeah. Just call me Choir Snob Girl.<BR/><BR/>:)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05317580616795337485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19736311.post-1165359345822703652006-12-05T14:55:00.000-08:002006-12-05T14:55:00.000-08:00Not anger boy, but more "grumpy chump", I never le...Not anger boy, but more "grumpy chump", I never learned the words and was one of the only boys in my group, so i always had to sing. *sigh* i was always forced into such roles by default. darn the parents in my town for not making their sons sing along with me!<BR/><BR/>willAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19736311.post-1165345996040815632006-12-05T11:13:00.000-08:002006-12-05T11:13:00.000-08:00My favorite Christmas pageant moment was when a 2-...My favorite Christmas pageant moment was when a 2-year-old sheep decided he was done and tried to run off with one of baby Jesus' presents. I'm not sure what that corresponds to in the body of Christ, tho.<BR/><BR/>-RandyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com