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Confessions of a Pioneer Woman

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She's a desperate housewife. She lives in the country. She channels Lucille Ball, Ethel Merman, and Scarlett O'Hara. She's the new breed of Pioneer Woman. Welcome to her frontier!

Be sure to spend some time on this mama's blog! The pictures are amazing and the pioneer perspective is unique and intriguing. Enjoy!

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