Monday, December 31, 2012

Moving Forward Into 2013

There are so many lessons I learned this year, I couldn’t let the year end without a post.

This was my first full year as a mommy.  That alone has changed me so much.  I know there will be a time when I look forward to “alone” time.  It hasn’t happened yet.  I feel weird when we’re not together.  She’s my little roadie, and every moment that I have with her I cherish.  I still feel guilty that I’m away for so long during the week, even though I have an awesome sitter.  She’s the reason why it’s easy for me to say “no”, because she’s top priority.

Anyone that tells you that marriage isn’t work is a liar and an idiot.  We’ve managed to adapt to being parents and still having time for one another.  I know that 2013 is going to present some challenges for us.  But as long as we keep God first and followed by our marriage we can get through anything.  It won’t be easy, but nothing worth having ever is. 

I’m a logical thinker. If you hear yourself saying “I feel like” a lot, you are not a logical thinker.  You think with your feelings and I have no idea how your brain works.  There’s a very good chance that while you are speaking I am confused.  Or I am thinking that your brain is stupid.  I’ve worked very hard to respect other people’s feelings even when they make no sense at all whatsoever to me.  Those are their feelings and they are entitled to them, even when their feelings are stupid.  And I’ve learned (or am learning) not to tell people that I think their feelings are dumb. 

Life is so short.  This year people I know have lost spouses, babies, parents, siblings.  It’s so easy to think that it can’t happen when you’re young (relatively speaking).  We’re old enough to be done with the dumb stuff, but not old enough for health issues right?  Nope, turns out (big surprise I know) that we’re neither.  Life is so short, and it can be over in an instant.  The best we can do is live the best lives we can.  I always hold my daughter a little extra at night because I know someone else doesn’t have the option to do that for her babies, and you never know.

For next year...

There’s going to be a change in my household, we know it’s coming and we’re mostly ready to deal with it.   Life doesn’t always end up the way you planned, but that doesn’t mean the detour takes you to a bad place.  I look forward to watching my baby grow, to being a better wife, to growing in friendships, to maturing in my career.  I look forward, to moving forward.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Challenge Update # 1

Nine days ago I started my personal challenge.  There have been some losses and some wins.

- No eating out: Not a win!  But not horrible.  I've eaten out three times.  Once because I left my lunch at home, once because I took K to the doctor and I HAVE to have White Castles after the doctor (it's good luck?, it says it on the copay receipt?  I really like loaded fries?), and once because the husband had Chipotle and I had to have some!  I had to.  And the baby likes beans.  So it was really for her.
I should feel bad about eating these.  But I do not. 

- Google: A win!  I haven't been doing as much random internet surfing. Partly because I'm dedicated to the cessation of procrastination.  Mostly because the baby's sitter moved and she's further away so my drive is longer and it is wearing me out.  I'm too tired to Google!  Imagine that

- "Do Right" - A win! I've been trying really hard.  All of my homework is done and the class is over.  I did some laundry once or twice and I cataloged all of the baby's things for donation.  Progress. 

- Write Daily - A win/loss.  I've been writing nearly (almost) daily, but not all of it has been done here.  Homework is writing, even though it is boring writing that makes me sleepy.
   - Does anyone else's brain just shut down when they get bored?  It's like I have a mental screen   saver, it's really bad for productivity.

On the weight loss front, it may be a Christmas miracle, but I lost again this week.  I've had mostly home cooked meals, and I'm sure that's helped a lot.  And I've been on it with my water. Except for today.  Today my kidneys are sad and dry and I'm full of pop and O.J.  I haven't been exercising and I know I need to, and I will, just not today.

Week 2 Results: 1.5 lbs lost, current weight 211.0. It's a miracle.
Week 1 Results: 3.5 lbs lost, current weight 212.5. Headed in the right direction!
Starting Weight - 216

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Scandal Blog: Lessons from Huck

By now, just about everyone has watched the Scandal winter finale (if you haven't stop here, unless you don't care about things being spoiled, then keep going).

He cleans up well doesn't he
My favorite CIA trained killer is in a bit of a pickle. He found out that the woman that he loved is not who he thought she was. In fact, everything about her was a lie.  Even bigger than that, she was sent to destroy him, to rob him of his freedom, to frame him for murder.   And so far, she's succeeded.  So how did he get here, and what can we learn from his mistakes?

  • He didn't do any research - Huck was trained to research the people in his life.  In fact, someone asked him if he'd run a background check on "Becky", he said no, I didn't have to. That was a huge mistake, had he looked he would've figured out fairly quickly that her life was just a cover.  But he didn't look any deeper than the surface because he wanted to believe that she was the person he'd been waiting for. 
  • He told her too much - Some things should remain private.  There's a time for full disclosure, but that time is typically not a few months into the relationship.  Yes, it is important to let down your guard to let someone in, but you should be sure that they are worthy of that honor first. 
  • He ignored people who cared about him - After everyone else figured out she was on some b.s. Huck was still championing Becky's cause. He was in denial. He couldn't see what she had done simply because he didn't want to.  Newsflash: if everyone in your life says that a certain individual is bad news, they are. 
  • He underestimated his opponent - Even after realizing that she'd set him up, and that she was also a contract killer, he made some super mistakes.  Once he decided he was going to turn her in, he should've gone full special ops, secret squirrel, super spy.  Does he? Nope.  He calls Harrison on the phone like he was ordering a pizza.  He forgot he was dealing with his equal, and that cost him a lot. 
We've all made Huck's mistakes. My most common is number three.  I've learned if everyone else is saying that someone is bad news they typically are, and that it makes much more sense to cut them off than to wait for the bad thing to happen. Too bad it's easier said than done.

Monday, December 17, 2012

It's Something About Marriage

It seems that lately a lot of my single friends are having in depth discussions and debates about marriage. Specifically, why it doesn't work, and what the wives (and husbands, but mostly the wives) are doing wrong.  These conversations are always funny to me, because if you aren't married, how would you know?  Like most things in adult life, you don't truly know how something is, unless you do it.

  • You have no idea what being a parent is really like, until you're a parent
  • You have no idea what being a homeowner really is like, until you're a homeowner
  • You have no idea what being a business owner is really like, until you're a business owner
  • You have no idea what being unemployed feels like, unless you've been unemployed
The same thing goes for marriage.  I know people like to think that shacking up is like marriage's younger brother.  It's almost the same thing, just without the "piece of paper".  How do I know?  I KNOW because I totally shacked! And having done both, I can say for certain, it's not the same.

The flip side is, there is NO one answer.  Every relationship is different, and every couple has their own issues.  Some people do walk into marriage thinking that somehow, a pretty dress and beautiful floral arrangements will automatically fix everything.  And sure, some people do get married for the wrong reasons.  I like to believe these instances are the minority.  I'd like to believe that people get married because they believe with all of their being that they have found the person that they plan to spend the rest of their life with. And then life happens.

Marriage may not ever be viewed the same way it was in 1950 again, but that doesn't mean that it has lost its usefulness.  With all things in life, we adapt. The same social trends that have allowed us to believe that fathers are not necessary (that's a post in itself) lead us to think that marriage has no benefit, no point, no purpose.  As a married woman, I can say that's not the case, but you don't KNOW that until you've LIVED that.

The other thing is, it seems as though single women feel attacked by their married counterparts.  And I don't know why - or understand the why.  I can honestly say, my married friends and I don't sit around talking about single women all day, and I certainly don't put down any of my single friends. Is it just that I travel in different social circles (aka I have like 5 friends and that's enough) or is it something else? 

Sometimes, I believe we create our own divides where they don't have to be.  Single women and married women don't have to be at war.  Your marital status makes absolutely no difference to me, at the end of the day it won't change how I live my life.  Your relationship status is your business and your business alone.  I won't judge your choices*, and you shouldn't judge mine.

*This does not include if you wear leggings as pants.  If you do this, you can rest assured that you look like a hooker and I think you're a trollop.  Leggings are not pants people! 

Thursday, December 13, 2012


I have issues. I know we all have issues, but I have "issues". And I know what they are. And I cope with them poorly. I am aware of that also. When I get stressed, I eat. When I get anxious, I eat. When I'm hormonal, I eat. I refer to food as "medicine". I bought truffles this morning because I was cranky and thought it'd make me feel better. I try to say I'm doing it for the safety of others, but it's totally about me. It'd be bad if I stress ate food at home. But that's not what I do. Nope. When I'm feeling down, angry, "stabby", anxious, I seek out fast food. I don't purge and order 25 cheeseburgers, but just the act of buying something for me, and eating it eases my stress. For a minute. That's stupid. On a conscious level, I know what I'm doing. I'm avoiding (avoidance for the win!) whatever my real issue is and covering it up with something else.

And then there's avoidance, one of my best pals. I've got two ways of dealing with conflict. One, address it head on, asserted myself, kick butt and take names. I'd say that happens about 51% of the time, be it internal or external conflict. Two, avoid it completely. I'm a master avoider. I can create all kinds of things to avoid doing what I ought to be doing. If avoiding stuff was an Olympic sport, I'd hold every world record, and a million gold medals.

I guess maturity is recognizing that I can do better. Being a grown up is actually doing better. So I'm challenging myself, for the rest of the month:

* With the exception of preplanned holiday activities, no eating out. None. No pizza on Fridays unless, I'm making it myself.
* See point #1. This includes if I have coupons! I love to use coupons as an excuse. I HAD to eat BW3 today, because I had a $5 coupon. My lunch was only $4. Nope.
* Lay off Google. For those of you who don't know Google is my man on the side. I can spend hours on end Googling random stuff. Who has time for laundry when there's Google? Unless there's a purpose, no random Googling.
* Do all the stuff I'm supposed to do! My laundry, catalog and drop off all the stuff I'm giving to Amvets, my homework.
* I must write once a day. Even when I'm tired, even when I have nothing to talk about. Must sharpen the craft

I can do this. I must do this. I will do this.

Oh - and

Week 1 Results: 3.5 lbs lost, current weight 212.5. Headed in the right direction!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Note of Thanks

I've said forever that I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.  Well, sometimes I want to be the Coroner, but the whole lack of official medical training is obstructive. (Apparently Google Univ is not accredited, whodda thunk it?) At some point, I gave up on finding a "career" that I loved and learned to deal with the one I already have even though it bores me.  I convinced myself that I could find things that enriched me outside of my job, and that would make everything else ok.

That was only partially true. 

I work because I have to, not because I get any serious joy out of it.  I used to say I was like the guy from Office Space, my dream career was to do nothing.  But if I look at what I really enjoy doing:

  • reading
  • editing
  • researching
my "dream" job should've been obvious.  I've blogged for years, have written short stories, even write at work. I love to Google!  Give me a subject and I'm fast to research as much information as I can. But I've never thought of it as something that I could make money with.  Meanwhile, I've been looking for a side hustle.  A little play money would be nice and getting out of debt is one of my top priorities.  I never would've thought that the thing I loved to do could be the answer my prayers.

My friend Chanel began to post on Facebook about writing and following your dreams.  And at first the posts were calm.  And then, they became more urgent "HEY SUCKA, YOU LIKE TO WRITE? YOU BETTER WRITE THEN!" And even though she didn't know it, she was talking to me the whole time.

We chatted, and since then I've been researching, and writing, and thinking, and writing, and brushing up on my grammar, and writing.  And writing. And I found something that I thought I'd lost, a sense of fulfillment.

Sometimes, when something is in you, and you feel like you have to share it, it's not about you at all.  God's using you to help someone else.

Thank you, for rekindling that part of my spirit.  I'm glad to have you on this journey with me.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Just Say No

I had a really good weekend diet-wise.  Well, maybe semi-good is a better way to put it.  Or maybe "aiight" is the best way to say it.  I did aiight.    I haven't been as focused as I need to be, and part of that is due to my very unhealthy, very bad, not good relationship with food.  Some people have a shoe addiction, I have a food addiction.

Sad? Let's eat

Happy?  Let's eat

Headache? Let's eat

Feeling fine?  Let's eat

I comfort eat for sure!   In fact, when I think I'm going to have a bad day, I like to "pre-medicate"with something fatty and delicious (Whoppers for breakfast anyone?) so that I'm equipped to handle things.  If I truly think about it, it is not much different than any other drug of choice.

Problem is, you can't totally break up with food.  I could break up with fast food, but that doesn't really address the issue.  I could break up with fried food, but again, that doesn't get to the root of the problem.  I've got to come up with better coping mechanisms, I have to establish a routine for those moments when I am super stressed.   Food isn't going to make a project I'm working on less boring, or make the reasons for my stress disappear.  That good feeling I get, that "high" is temporary.  And when it is over, things are the way they were and I'm more broke and bloated.

I did not go to BWWs today for lunch.  I ate my Lean Cuisine and kept it moving.  Self control is important, and every day I'm getting stronger and making better decisions.  I've got a long way to go, but baby steps are steps in the right direction nonetheless.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

A Letter To New Mommy Me

I've been a mommy for a little over a year now.  And I can say without hesitation that mommydom has been the most rewarding experience of my life.  Every day she makes my world that much brighter.  Looking back, there are a few things I would've liked to have known earlier.  Keeping in line with my letters to myself,

A letter to brand new mommy me,

YOUR BABY HAS REFLUX!!!!!! She is not over tired, it is not just a normal night waking, your baby is waking up screaming 30 minutes after eating because she has reflux! It's going to take a you a little bit to figure this out. One late night up googling it finally drops in.  The good news is that Zyrtec is awesome and fixes our baby right on up. The lowest dose does it and she's back to her normal happy self.

She's going to have jaundice. And no one is going to tell you exactly what's going on.  Luckily we have our medical degree from Google University and automatically know what bilirubin is.  Prepare yourself for overhearing during shift change a nurse saying "Oh, that baby ain't going home today".   And then crying.  You'll have to leave her overnight, but she's going to get released the next morning.

Our little burrito, under the lights
"Sleep when the baby sleeps" is like a unicorn - totally doesn't exist.  When the baby sleeps you have to do things like use the bathroom, maybe eat something, stare at the baby, take pictures of the baby.  Important stuff, but not sleep.  Sleep comes later, I'm not sure when, but later, or so people tell me. 

There will only be one night where you have almost no sleep before going to work.  You will nearly fall asleep at your desk, but the guy sitting behind you will save you by talking extra loud on the phone.  You'll thank him the next day.

Freaking out is completely normal.  Luckily you don't have to often.  Just that one time you thought you locked the baby in the car.  You remember there's a spare set of keys in the house before you break the car window. Oh and when she gets pinkeye (ick).

No one tells you how much you'll worry.  You'll hear about being tired, and being happy, but never about the worry. It doesn't go away.  What you worry about changes, but that feeling of being on red-alert just in case something happens and you need to spring into action, it doesn't go anywhere.

You can stop thinking of witty comebacks for those who get a little too excited with baby advice, no one around you is that pushy/stupid.  And turns out the easiest way to deal with unwanted advice is to say thank you and then ignore it.

Her smiles are going to make you melt.  I'm pretty sure she figures this out pretty early on.  When she's doing something she shouldn't and you call her name, she'll smile and wave.  It's darn cute.
Smiling on her first night

Don't worry, you've got this.  That baby puke down your back, shirt, arm, leg, sheets... no big deal.  You never run out of milk, or anything else for that matter.  You do have to watch Grandpa though, he's pretty sure the baby should be eating steak and potatoes at about 8 weeks.  And it just gets worse.

Being a mommy is the best thing that's ever happened to us.  Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Drink some water!

"Drink some water" was my father's remedy for every ailment when we were kids. Have a headache? Drink some water. Leg itches? Drink some water. Stubbed your toe? You guessed it, water!

At the time, it seemed like foolishness, something we were told so we didn't spend the entire day drinking Pepsi.

But now? Heh. Guess what my go to answer is?

- can't poop? Water
- bad skin? Water
- itchy scalp? Have you tried some water?

This hasn't been the best day for me diet wise, but at least my innards aren't dry.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Killing Them Softly Into Wealth

Last weekend, the hubster and I had a date morning (ha!) and saw Killing Them Softly.  I loved the movie, and if you're into good guy / bad buy / shoot a dude all up in his face types of movies, I highly recommend it.

What I wasn't expecting was to come out of it thinking about the economy and finances and the "American Dream" differently.  The film is set during the 2008 election season, throughout the movie you hear snippets of Bush and Obama talking about the economy.  At one point, one of the characters says "This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community? Don't make me laugh! I'm living in America, and in America you're on your own. America's not a country, it's just a business..."

I'm not a conspiracy theorist.  In fact, people who swear everything is a c-o-n-spiracy make me tired. But the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.  For decades, property ownership was a way to build wealth, a way to start a legacy for future generations.  And seemingly overnight, that was no longer the case.  In fact, for many of us, our homes have gone from being assets to being liabilities. 

Most of my social circle would agree that we were not taught how to build wealth.  This is mostly because our parents didn't know, they didn't have an example for wealth building either.  But the more I think about it, the more it seems as though we set ourselves up for failure in the way we teach/are taught to be financially responsible.

I think that most of us were taught something like the following:

  1. Go to school - And probably take out student loans to help cover, maybe even put books and other necessities on a credit card
  2. Get a job - You're going to need work approrpriate clothes for the job. Maybe you have some money stashed away, if not credit again
  3. Move out - You've got a job, you need your own place, go be free and pay your own bills
  4. Begin repayment - You know that stuff that you've already enjoyed, it's time to pay on it, while trying to enjoy your life right now
The above doesn't build wealth.  You don't have a chance to build wealth. You start out digging the debt hole and you never get out of it.

I've started paying more attention to the "affluent" people at work.  What do they do different?   The biggest thing I've noticed, is step three is delayed.  Those "kids" are encouraged to stay home after they get their first job.  Stay home and save!  I know someone who had enough money after living with his parents that he had the financial means buy a condo with cash.  Cash.  For a condo.  Number two, they shun debt.  It's all about savings.

As a parent, I want to be able to give my daughter the world, and to equip her to be the best person she can be.  But I can't teach what I don't know.  So I'm watching and asking questions.  Wealth building doesn't spring out of nowhere, someone has to start it.

That someone is me.

Scandal Blog: The Olivia Pope Effect - Siding with the "Other Woman"

I was hooked on Scandal by the first episode. I had it so bad I literally stalked my friends until they watched it (you guys can thank me later).  The writers set it up so well.  A black woman who had her stuff together, successful, beautiful, brilliant, a hard worker, an entrepreneur and someone that genuinely seemed to be "good" and who wanted to do good, to help those that had been wronged. It was only after we loved her and were personally involved in her success that they let us in on a little secret.

Olivia Pope is/was dating a very married man with children. She knew he was married with kids when it started. She saw his wife e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y.  And she kept on seeing him. Smiled in his wife's face daily.  She walked away when his wife let her know that there was no secret, she was fully aware of their relationship.

As a married woman, with a strong disdain for "loose women", I should hate her now. All of the awesome things about her should go right out of the window.  She's just another slut, right? But I don't. In fact, sometimes I cheer her on, "Way to go mistress!!!!" And then I catch myself cheering for the evil Mellie, a part of me shouts "Right On!" whenever she says "my husband" in Olivia's presence.  "My husband" aka "you are a non *bleeping* factor."

If you really look at it, Olivia and Fitz's relationship is very much like many real-life affairs:

  • They met at work - Not the club, not an internet dating site, not out trolling for booty. Work. Where men and women interact all day.  I met my husband at work.
  • He's got game - Yes lawd!  He tells her all the right things "I can't breathe without you", "I wish I met you first", "I only love you", "I'm willing to give it all up....". But he doesn't. How is this different than every other line dropped by a married man? "My wife doesn't understand me like you do", "I only stay for the kids".  
  • Olivia isn't after his money - There stereotype paints women who see married guys as gold diggers. They're opportunists.  Olivia has a job, she makes money - she hasn't asked Fitz for anything.
  • Olivia isn't proud - Unlike the hoochies that are the stereotype and that love to call into urban radio, Liv isn't shouting from the rooftops that she's banging a married guy.  She has shame.

The comment was made yesterday that it's okay that we like Olivia because she's a fictional character. And while that may be true that's not a real reason.  We like Olivia because we "knew" her first.  We see the other sides of her, we want her to be happy, we want her to be successful.  Our morals are never black and white, it's always a shade of grey.  There are very few things that we can say we are truly absolute about. In real life we don't completely shut people out because they do something that we don't agree with.  I may not condone the behavior, but I can accept you anyway.

Oh, and the biggest reason why we can like Olivia Pope - she's not sleeping with our husbands. 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

1,200 seems like a lot, but is it really?

In the words of Michael Jackson,
     "Gonna make a change
         For once in my life
            It's gonna feel real good.."

Well, that part isn't true, losing weight typically sucks.  A lot.  There's the not eating all (and I mean all literally) the yummy food and the dreaded exerstupidcise.  And it's not exactly "once", it's more like attempt # 457. 

Today was day 1 of "do right".  I should start by saying the "do right" does not come naturally to me. Some friends and I were discussing our temptation foods, they had normal lists... I had

  1. Pizza
  2. Fried Chicken
  3. Nachos
  4. Tacos
  5. Spaghetti
  6. French Fries
  7. Italian Beefs
  8. BACON!!!!
  9. Other foods topped with or stuffed with bacon
I think about food way too much.  I spend the part of my day before lunch thinking about lunch, and the period after lunch thinking about dinner.  Hell, oftentimes I eat my lunch in the car before I even get to work.  Cold.  With my hands.  (it's probably a bad sign that I am not ashamed)

Today, I weighed in at a whopping 216.  Four of those pounds are directly related to the "bloat" (sexy!!!) from yesterday's lunch.  The rest of it is directly related to all of the things I stuff in my pie hole.

So even though today is not a Monday, I logged all of my calories.  I had a goal of 1,200, which sounds like a lot.  If someone offered me $1,200 I wouldn't think, "what am I supposed to do with that piddly amount?" but that's exactly how I felt about my calorie allocation.   I pretty much failed at breakfast.  Oatmeal cookies and hot chocolate out of the vending machine.  Lunch was a Lean Cuisine (score!!!)  and dinner was turkey nachos.  Delicious, yummy, cheesy, delectable nachos.  I ended up 104 calories over, which isn't THAT bad considering, well everything. And if I really wanted to I could use my "cardio" and offset those calories.

Not a bad start.  Not a great start.  Usually I'm good for a few days until I get stressed and need to medicate with yummy, fatty, goodness.  That's probably part of the problem.  It's yummy, fatty badness.

My goal weight is ~180, which is 36 pounds away.

Goal #1 - 6 pounds by 12/31/12

I'm not waiting until Jan 1st, I need to make life changes starting today.  Hopefully, we can keep each other accountable.  Because I know I'm not the only one fighting the bulge.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Starting Over

This is my blog3.0.

I blogged for years, chronicling my journey through: infertility, weight loss and gain, our first home purchase.  And then I had Ladybug and I let it go.  I tried to start up again, but didn't stick with it.

Things are different now.  I miss writing.  I miss being able to look back at a part of my life and see how I was doing. I miss having an outlet.  I miss being accountable.  It's hard to eat Buffalo Wild Wings once a week if everyone knows that you're on a diet.

My actual lunch from today, it was delicious
I'm back.  I'll be talking about all of our favorite subjects:

  • Mommydom - I had (have) a baby!  Who's now a toddler (my widdle baby isn't so widdle anymore *pout*)
  • Weight Loss - And I'm putting numbers out there - see accountability! I was 230 lbs when I got pregnant with Ladybug.  I only gained 20 pounds during my pregnancy and lost it nearly immediately.  Then I lost another 20, and I stayed there.  And I didn't even try.  Turns out breastfeeding is the best cardio ever.   In fact, my body forbade me to diet, whenever I'd try to watch what I ate, my supply would drop.  I'd eat like a pig (see picture above) and I'd be rewarded with a great pumping session at work.  I'm done pumping at work and am slowly weaning us off the nighttime and morning feeds (operative word slowly) so I will not have that "cardio" cushion for much longer.  I never want to be as big as I was, so I need to get on it.  And no, on it is not another order of wings although they were so yummy.
  • Finances - In our infinite wisdom stupidity, we bought a house right before the housing bubble burst.  And then we bought a bunch of stuff to put in said house.  And then I bought a car.  In hindsight, this was not the greatest plan I've ever come up with.  Gas prices skyrocketed, toll prices doubled and my bonus was decreased and delayed - the perfect storm of too much debt and not enough options.  I've paid off about 35% my consumer debt, but I've got a long way to go.
  • Random - Whatever random foolishness (and there is a lot) happens to be running through my head. 
I look forward to posting again and reading your comments.  It's a new journey, and I'm glad to have you all along for the ride. 

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