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gearing up

Thursday I will head home. And as is the norm before every trip, the mental packing and sorting has begun. I love seeing my family and familiar sights from my childhood. But I absolutely hate the preparations and somewhat dislike the actual traveling. People think I'm crazy, but as much as I enjoy going places, I really don't like to travel.
And not helping is the fact that Wake County DOES have a primary run-off, so I'll be up at 4am the morning after we return and work from 6am until we finalize everything, which is normally between 8:30 and 9pm. So to help me get in the right frame of mind, run my errands and tackle the growing monster of clothes to be ironed, here's my blessing list for today:

  1. I'll get a small check in three weeks!
  2. My husband has a job.
  3. I get to see my family.
  4. My niece is excited about us coming.
  5. I can see how my Mom is doing for myself.
  6. I'll have 24 hours in the next week where I'll be unable to do anything but read or quilt. (travel and empty poll time)
  7. The fish tank is still clean.
  8. I didn't see that big, ugly field rat last night. :)
  9. I actually like to eat cucumbers, and we have a few.
  10. I weighed in 1.5 pounds less at the gym yesterday!!! (and may that serve as an impetus to keep away the peanut M&Ms and Dr. Pepper I'm craving!)
Blessings on you fellow readers as you live your lives to the fullest!

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