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Spending the last 3pm of the year sucked into the Twilight Zone marathon.

Facebook and Twitter are buzzing with New Year's Resolutions, 'What I'm Going to do Differently in 2012'  and general forward-thinking-good-intentions.

So much planning makes me a little woozy.  For now, I'll choose to thank God for keeping my family intact; and for keeping us from contacting any morticians or composing funeral programs; and for sustaining everyone's health, including our dog's.  I'll be thankful for our home, that we have a Peter to rob when Paul comes knocking, that we've got jobs to (occasionally) complain about and that we've got food in our shelves and refrigerator.

Which brings me back to those resolutions: 35lbs or looser fitting jeans by this time next year.  Whichever comes first.
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  1. AlexandraJanuary 1, 2012 at 10:17 PM

    Good to see you blogging! Can't wait to read more, and find out more about you, lovely lady.

    Here's to an exciting 2012!

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  2. Rochelle FritschJanuary 1, 2012 at 11:13 PM

    Thanks so much, and a happy New Year to you too!

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