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I {heart} Donny Osmond

Oh my goodness! I got to see Donny for the first time in my life while in Utah at a patriotic concert with his family and the awesome Mormon Tabernacle Choir. He even sang Puppy Love! I've adored Donny since I was a little girl and still love him. This was one of the most memorable highlights of our vacation. My husband and daughter were with me and were cracking up as they watched me get into it.

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Happy The Man said…
Wow! It must have really been good to have posted about it twice :)

My claim to Mormon fame is that I was good friends with Marie Osmond's ex husband's brother (Mark Blosil)...
August 16, 2008 11:35 AM
Happy The Man said…
That's funny, now my comments are coming up twice too...
August 16, 2008 11:36 AM
Lonna said…
Once a Donny fan, always a Donny fan. I am glad that you were able to get in, and have your family there to witness too.

Looks like your trip was an amazing adventure, did you sleep while you were there? Because you sure did get in a lot of fun things.
August 18, 2008 8:37 AM
Julie V. said…
Oh man that clown scares me. Donny in his white polyester jumper was so dang cute. Donny rocks!!!!
August 18, 2008 10:19 AM
Bobbi said…
Yes, Donny still rocks. It's funny to see him as such a little kid--great video!
August 19, 2008 2:20 PM
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