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100 posts...1500 page views :)

Thank you to everyone who views my page! It's been exciting to be a "blogger"

Over 100 posts, 1500 views... one post alone got 44 views- that's the record to beat! I have a bunch that are high 30's. I'd love to have a post viewed 100 times <3 #goals

I hate the fact that life got in the way ...... I had like 25 more posts I could have written- I took notes in my phone and my phone died :( so the thoughts are lost.

I just got done with a 2 nights a week volunteer project and a week long dog sitting job.
I spent weeks prepping for Cali and a week out there and now, here I am back home.

Life is still going to get in the way.

I am in the middle of helping my in-laws renovate their new house and football season- my Fantasy team is #1 in the league.  I am just starting back into studying for my Series 7 license and then will have to go into the Series 66 books-- both tests have to be passed within 120 days of each other.

And the next most exciting thing on the horizon- is turning 30 in Las Vegas!

I hop to continue to jot down thoughts- I might be able to retrieve the lost data from my phone. I thought I had some good topics of discussion there.

Any thing you'd like me to give you my two measly cents about, Leave me a comment and I'd love to delve into it!

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