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I get to spend my weekend knitting and pulling my stuff together. Even Mike is encouraging me in his own way. Not a bad time.&lt;br&gt;
And yes, I took these pics at the bowling alley. It's a smoke free pet free environment. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gonna knit more to. Working on siren sleeves two at once. And a sock. And shawlette that's nearly finished. Get stuff to take to work on Tuesday to show education coordinator so I can get approved to teach. Would so love that. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck, or something.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And stop asking if I get a discount. &lt;/p&gt;
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My cell phone - a loverly Samsung Google Nexus S - died today. Puppies were playing and knocked my coffee over onto it. Ugh. So it is sitting in rice now. We shall see if it starts tomorrow. I hope it does. I like that phone. Although my beloved actually *cheered* when he heard that it wasn't working. It's okay though - it's just a phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have snow. Winter is finally here as it should be. And for that I'm grateful. I like winter.&lt;br /&gt;
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So one day ends and the next is about to begin, and life continues marching along. And I'm marching along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-7152388141273418069?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For the first time in a long time, things make sense. When things make sense, I'm able to focus on what's important. Even better - I figured out what's really important to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm setting goals and re-evaluating where I am in life, where I want to be, and what I need to get there. I'm gonna do it.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've already lost almost 8lbs in two weeks. My stress levels are down. Energy is up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I start a new job on Wednesday. I'm going to be on my feet again, moving while I work. Which means I'm more likely to stay fit. AND the new job is in a field I adore - crafts. I'm working for Joann Fabrics' new store, doing the setup and (hopefully) continuing when the store opens in February. So it's retail plus craft stuff. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm hoping it all works out. I have some big time goals and dreams this year. They will come true. It's amazing what a confidence boost can do for you. And this time, it's coming from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-4295561205124218257?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"I dream of a time when I have all my children together again, when past wrongs are made right. I dream of a day when schools have everything they need - when teachers can concern themselves with educating instead of politics.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dream that my 11yo daughter will be able to go through school without worrying about others commenting on her size, or her inherited psoriasis. And that my 12yo son will realize that thinking before acting will make all the difference in ensuring that he does not repeat the mistakes of his father.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dream that I will be able to get a job - a good job - like I used to have before I took on the position of Mommy. That employers will see the potential instead of the years that have passed. That they will give me the chance to show just how much I can do for their company or organization given the opportunity. And I dream that I'll be able to once again take care of my family properly. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-8461527103544507050?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do have more to say on the topic (among other topics), but I'll have to do that later. Right now, I must shower and go run a few errands for my own darling. I believe I'll do some dedicated blogging upon my return. So long as nothing shiny distracts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-7157388159545799253?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I need to get yarn and such. Well, get it together at least. Nice thing is, this is a casual trip. Comfy clothes, nothing fancy. Important things to take: Laptop, MP3 player, Knitting stuff. Contacts. Glasses. Cell phone. Camera and battery charger. TurboFire stuff. Shouldn't take more than my laptop case, my purse, and one other bag for clothes and such. Taking the train, fewer issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
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I really need this vacation. Hopefully I'll come back refreshed, renewed, ready to tackle the world. Or at least get the pesky necessities out of the way. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-7178873231105472720?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9m2BpgT5rIBVwmykDqSLaebpuU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9m2BpgT5rIBVwmykDqSLaebpuU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/k1p1K4p1RepeatUntilNextChange/~4/VPiaQxZpoU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://knitty-zanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8996806615320150434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905131551854530955&amp;postID=8996806615320150434" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905131551854530955/posts/default/8996806615320150434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905131551854530955/posts/default/8996806615320150434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/k1p1K4p1RepeatUntilNextChange/~3/VPiaQxZpoU4/question-for-any-readers.html" title="Question for any readers..." /><author><name>Suzanne Mastaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118397256124529909846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YHkbE7m1Q00/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/zsDEcsD1VTY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://knitty-zanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/question-for-any-readers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MQXsyfyp7ImA9Wx9aEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905131551854530955.post-4734773117885756686</id><published>2011-03-01T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:43:00.597-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-01T13:43:00.597-05:00</app:edited><title>Some days.</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Some days are happy. Some sad. Some just sort of “there”. All the days, they linger and mingle and merge into a vague recollection of the past, and a faint hope of the future. Days don’t feel like days anymore… the passage of time blurs and the edges merge into one long series of events. Time courses and curves and just goes along without any concern for what is happening in the process. And I… I drift along with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-4734773117885756686?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marco&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jackson (Jax) Jackie&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jim&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;McCoy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bones&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tigger&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Brinn&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Leo&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Patches&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sherman&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nimbus&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ferris&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fartbomber (Philip's favorite)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hudson&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sirius&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;Melissa's class/teacher is going to offer suggestions tomorrow. Will update as we hear more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He seems to like "Marco", but that would undoubtedly lead to other children screaming Polo and Much Confusion would ensue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We continue the search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-2685053094522440911?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
He is a 5 month old&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/catahoula.htm"&gt;Catahoula Leopard Dog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;mixed with who knows what. Possibly Husky. His left eye is blue, his right is brown. Very cool to look at. He was adopted from the Osceola County Animal Shelter in Reed City. They didn't have a name picked for him yet though, as he had JUST become available for adoption. This is manageable, right? I mean, 4 kids, one adult, we can figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah... No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can't settle on a name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I'm posting a crapton of pictures of him here, and asking for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So far suggestions have been:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipper&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Patches&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Buddy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stupid (hey, he answered to it)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Puppy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dog&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pooch&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;None seem to fit. I'm inviting people to post name suggestions in the comments here. Philip, Melissa, and myself will review them. And we will post the name we pick here, on Facebook, and on Twitter. The winner gets the satisfaction of knowing that the dog will have a real name. And my undying gratitude. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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So there's the puppy and the problem. Can't wait to hear the suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-4267774869823755035?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zPHDNZU0AQsoO2hxTLN9nZOShKA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zPHDNZU0AQsoO2hxTLN9nZOShKA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/k1p1K4p1RepeatUntilNextChange/~4/tsd3--DJV2M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://knitty-zanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4267774869823755035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905131551854530955&amp;postID=4267774869823755035" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905131551854530955/posts/default/4267774869823755035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905131551854530955/posts/default/4267774869823755035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/k1p1K4p1RepeatUntilNextChange/~3/tsd3--DJV2M/dog-with-no-name.html" title="A Dog with No Name..." /><author><name>Suzanne Mastaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118397256124529909846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YHkbE7m1Q00/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/zsDEcsD1VTY/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5219/5384311529_2796a298e4_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://knitty-zanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/dog-with-no-name.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGRHw9eyp7ImA9Wx9WEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905131551854530955.post-4312046291864214327</id><published>2011-01-16T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:42:05.263-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T22:42:05.263-05:00</app:edited><title>Drained.</title><content type="html">Single again.&lt;br /&gt;
This stuff happens. Apparently more to me than others, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
I've learned how to function through this, but it's just so... draining.&lt;br /&gt;
Blah.&lt;br /&gt;
Time to put my energies into self-transformation. I shall emerge, a butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-4312046291864214327?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've felt lethargic and ill lately.&lt;br /&gt;
My mood has been all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm back to the same weight I was at after Melissa was born. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;
There are all sorts of reasons I could give for this, and there are all sorts of excuses I could make about it, but the truth is, I've let myself go. One might say to some degree it's justified, given what the past year has thrown at me, but I can't go on letting this hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Alicia last Friday, and she gave me the book "&lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/TheSpark"&gt;The Spark&lt;/a&gt;". It's a sort of companion guide to the &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/"&gt;SparkPeople&lt;/a&gt; website. I've been a member for years, but I haven't kept up with it lately. I start and stop, start and stop. Reading the first chapter of the book was like having a bucket of cold water poured over my head. It showed me that I need to re-learn how to take care of myself. I can't make excuses. The frustrations I experience at work, the issues I'm having at home, they all can be tied to self-pity. Lack of motivation. Some times I need to just stop and kick myself in the rear. And it doesn't have to be huge. Baby steps work. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess it annoys me, because I should know better. I did this once. I may have been 10 years younger at the time, but you know what? That's an excuse. People older than me have done this. I used to tell people *how* to be successful with this. I. Know. This.&lt;br /&gt;
But knowing isn't enough. I have to OWN this. I have to make it a part of my daily routine. My life. I can't rely on anyone else, it has to be my responsibility, my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
My life.&lt;br /&gt;
I can say I'm doing it for the kids, for my relationship, for whatever. But if I don't do it for ME, it isn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm doing it. Starting now. Let's see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and encouragement is welcome, but please don't feel the need to give me tips/tricks/advice. It just annoys me. Like I said, I've taught people how to do this. I don't need reminders of what I've been doing wrong lately.&lt;br /&gt;
And any SparkPeople reading this, my username there is &lt;a href="http://my.sparkpeople.com/zanne-y"&gt;zanne-y&lt;/a&gt; if ya want to drop a line or add me as a friend on the site. This is always more interesting when you have someone to work with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-649133830659616529?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm probably gonna finish a sock project for my WIP first. I have a few to choose from. The lace I'm working on is &lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEss10/PATTanthemion.php"&gt;Anthemion from S/S Knitty&lt;/a&gt;. I'm finishing Chart A now, it's coming along well, helping me get my knitting and lace mojo back. The top will &amp;nbsp;be &lt;a href="http://www.interweavestore.com/Knitting/Patterns/Waterlily-Top.html"&gt;Waterlily tank&lt;/a&gt;. I've had the stuff to make it for a long time, and now's the time to finish it. I know it's cool-weather time, but I like tops like that to wear around the house. And it should be fairly quick to knit. Sort of a monkey on my back. The new sock has yet to be chosen. Probably something simple. I like lace, but have enough complicated stuff going on so a simple sock should work well. And my WIP socks are more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;
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After Waterlily is done, I will be working on the &lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEdf10/PATTeileen.php"&gt;Eileen cardi&lt;/a&gt; from Deep Fall Knitty. Oh, and thrown in there somewhere will be a few&lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEdf10/PATTbrambles.php"&gt; Brambles berets&lt;/a&gt;. I have loads o' yarn that will work. I think hats are a better idea for my perpetually growing children. When their feet stop growing, they'll get more socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-639803969627570760?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It goes something like this... Boy and girl meet at summer camp. Boy has crush on "older" girl, writes her a love note. Gives it to her on the playground and runs away (he's about 11, she's around 12). Girl pretends to brush off her friend's little brother, but secretly keeps note for years and many moves, and thinks about him from time to time. Boy moves on as does girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward 20 years. Boy sees girl at work in a local retail store while shopping with his fiancee. Girl is in process of a divorce, and is just living day to day, dealing with care of 4 kids and a professional career on hold. They catch up on the ubiquitous Facebook. She starts watching as his relationship founders and collapses. Gives support. He sees she's having car troubles. He's a mechanic and offers to help. She invites him over for an evening of movie watching and relaxing. And he doesn't leave until the following evening. He has no kids never married, so there's the whole two different worlds/love lost and found/internet beginnings, all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it could be a hit. Get John Cusack to star in it, along with, oh, Renee Zellweger. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. Michael, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-8313294659490867243?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'll bet you want to see a picture of the heel, don't you? Okay... here it is...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQChJiyjl9Q/S1pYA6d0txI/AAAAAAAACcI/LdwNiSiP5Bo/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQChJiyjl9Q/S1pYA6d0txI/AAAAAAAACcI/LdwNiSiP5Bo/s320/Picture+044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;See, isn't it pretty? And NO HOLES. It's also easy to do, no fiddling with picking up wraps and trying to knit them together w/o dropping stitches.&lt;br /&gt;
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This particular anklet is being knit in her 100% merino in a lovely rainbow colorway.&lt;br /&gt;
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The instep is being knit in a lacy pattern that I found in Bella Catina Italiana sock pattern. It's a free pattern, I'm sure one could find it if you search, because I'm too lazy to find and link it. You can always find it on Ravelry, I know it's there. It's a simple 6-stitch, 4 row pattern which is very easy to memorize, and quite addictive. Also really stretchy.&lt;br /&gt;
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And with that, it's time for me to get ready to go to work. Have a nice night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-3365635368735695671?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;
And somehow the process of moving on takes you back to your roots. It brings back people from your past. People you can trust. People who knew you before your mistakes. Who still care about you in spite of them. Because they too know that life happens, and it's happened to them too.&lt;br /&gt;
So life has come full-circle and you're back where it all began and this time you know better and hope to make better decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
Time to start over.&lt;br /&gt;
What a ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8905131551854530955-1269072274332244834?l=knitty-zanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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