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I'd like to say that 2010 was quite the year, that it was full of so many wonderful things, so many interesting things happened and yet.............I don't feel that. What I do feel is that 2011 is going to kick some serious 2010 ass. It's going to kick all sorts of years' asses.

(Hopefully) We are moving in February. It's time. We've been lucky enough to have parents/inlaws that have generously opened their home to us for the last five years. There have been ups and downs but considering what some people go through when they move in with parents/inlaws? We had it so easy

It's going to be tough. The kids are gong to have the biggest adjustment not seeing Grandma and Grandpa every day but they are excited about getting our own place. I have to be honest, I will miss my mother in law so very much. Look at me.....talking like we're moving 5 states away. Seriously. We'll be in the same small town. 5 minutes away at the most. But still, I hit the jackpot with my mother in law and not seeing her every day will be hard on me too. I'll be over there in the corner with the kids crying about how much I miss her. Hahahaha. 

No. For reals. I'll be the one in the fetal position. 

So......I have my number one resolution which is:  Find a suitable townhome/house for my family and I. 

I'll have more tomorrow. I hope you all had a wonderful and safe New Years. Let's kick this one into high gear, shall we?


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