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almost abandoned.

I have almost abandoned my blog. I have no reason.

I have almost abandoned my winter Jacket. I am crocheting right now and the jacket does not seem to be urgent.

I have almost abandoned my budget. I am the only one who stick to it and it requires both of us to make it work

I have almost abandoned my car. I just had a new cat converter put it so I will be keeping it a little longer.

I have almost abandoned hope. I have faith in a lot of different things but I don't have much hope.

I have been on vacation this week to celebrate our 6th anniversary. To commerate that day that my life changed direction.

It has become a custom to take off. My hubby has two jobs and he was off from one and working the other. Which means that we did not go anywhere. I had abandoned thoughts a of real vacation 2 days after putting in the request to be off from work.


I missed getting the information for open enrollment at work. Since I was not at work I had forgotten all about it until about 30 minutes ago.

I have almost abandoned my weight loss program but I realized that I did lose more weight so I am sticking with that.

I am wide awake and full of energy and I have abandoned any hope of falling asleep tonight.

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Anonymous said…
How did I miss this?

Note ALMOST...somehow the good things in life are NEVER abandoned...sometimes they sit on a shelf and collect some dust...but when someone takes the time to blow the dust off it can come alive again!

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