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Ya know, I forgot a couple things off yesterday's list. I think I'll be adding to this list as the year goes on.

12. Improve communication skills. I suck at this. I can't articulate what I want without being super emotional or defensive or confusing.

13. Appreciate my friends. I know this seems like a no brainer but I am not the best at keeping in touch with my friends. I want them to know what they mean to me. I don't have many people, outside of my family, that I trust implicitly. In fact, I can count on one hand how many I have.

14. Get Season 4 of Bones. I got Season 5 and I'm on the last episode now. Partway through S5E2, I realized something was off. Yep, hadn't seen Season 4. :::shakes head:::

15. Go to Vegas. Duh.

16. Learn to bowl left handed. Since the right shoulder is permanently jacked up.

17. Keep a journal, an brutally honest one, on raising an Asperger's child.

18. Not worry about my youngest never catching up with others. She's just fine being herself.

19. Go the Minnesota State Fair.

20. Go to Charleston, SC. I miss my oldest friend. It's been way too long since I've seen her.

21. Go to my 20th high school reunion.

I really should stop adding to this. Well, maybe a couple more a month. We'll see. I really want to accomplish these things and many more. I'm hoping that my friends and family will help me. I want to have fun in life and not be a ninny. A worrywart. Paranoid about what could go wrong. I put up a good facade but I'm a wreck on the inside. I want to live a good and full life. Aaaaaaaaaaaand I'm off my soapbox. Goodnight.


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