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1/3/11

Here's what I have planned for this year. Fell free to share with me what you have on your agenda.

1. Find a place for my family and I to call our own.

2. Travel. Not to a bordering state.

3. Read more. Of course, this is on every one's list yes? I would like to expand my reading horizons. Suggestions?

4. Volunteer more at my childrens' schools.

5. Watch more movies with my husband. Literally and figuratively (wink wink)

6. Play outside with my kids. More than once.

7. Get the flash on my beloved Nikon fixed.

8. Kick start photography business. After number 7 is rectified of course.

9. Improve on my blogging. My writing sucks and I want to improve. I want become more articulate. I want to have something my kids can look back on and be proud, happy, mortified and embarrassed to read.

10. Live life with the glass more than half full. Don't be afraid. Don't let people treat me like crap. Don't let people walk all over me.

11. Love my husband and family with even more veracity (if that's possible). The Mama Bear is here and she's not afraid to roar. Trust her on this.

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