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Seven Sweet Little Facts.

This blog is sort of a game of 20Q, minus the Q.

Here are the rules, too bad I don't have seven friends on blogspot. :(

1. Share seven facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some fun.
2. Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and links to their blogs.
3. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.



So, here we go:

1. I have a not-s0-secret desire to pack some of my belongs and move to Baltimore and buy a row house for me and my doggies. I would miss my family and some of my friends and I wouldn't like the harsh snows much, but I'd be happy there, I just know it.

2. I have extensive internet conversations regularly with friends that are solely games of 20 Questions and I wouldn't have it any other way. I think I'm quite addicted to the game. It probably stems from my fascination with surveys and the fact that I am almost entirely an open book.

3. I have more close friends living out of the state of Florida than I do living in Florida. This is not meant to offend any of my Florida friends, because I love each of them, but I truly believe I wasn't meant to be in Florida for the largest portion of my life. And one day, my darlings, I am going to leave this place.

4. I am excited about my gym endeavor. I've been going for about two months now and I love it. I can feel a difference in the way my clothes fit, my energy level, my strength, my mood, my appetite, everything (... except my actual weight). And I have accepted that even if I'm not making great leaps and strides of progress, if I am still dedicatedly going to the gym, working out, and eating healthier, I am still making progress. (... this is the ridiculously optimistic and found-me-on-a-good-day version of me.)

5. I am a walking, talking contradiction. But I am dedicated and passionate about being this way. And even though I may contradict myself severely on most, if not all of my standpoints, I still stand by them. I am who I am, and believe what I believe. I don't necessarily feel that contradicting oneself is a negative issue. Perhaps instead, a self-contradiction is a vital element of self-recognition.

6. I have plans to move from here this time next year. That's right; I'm planning on moving to New Hampshire. The biggest issue for me is going to be cost of living. I think the job front will be just fine and I'm pretty sure the actual moving will work out all right as well. But the cost of living is going to be a tough battle to strategize. How do I afford a place decent, that allows dogs, and isn't too far from everything? That's my biggest hurdle at this point.

7. I've broken my left femur on two different occasions.

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