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Good morning to all in the land of the blog. I have already been up 2 friggin' hours. I can't wait until my children learn to sleep late!!! Ahhhhhhhh...That will be the day.
So, I have a pretty good list of things to do. I have to vacuum the house (luckily we live on post so our house is really small), sweep and mop the 2x2 entryway (oooohhh really hard), sweep and mop the kitchen, clean the downstairs bathroom, workout (if I cannot wear a two piece by May I am just going to give up and never workout again HA HA HA), and start pricing and sorting for my BIG garage sale. I have to admit I am a garage sale addict. My favorite thing to do....buy good stuff cheap and sell it on e-bay. I know, I know what do I do with all that extra money (hee-hee)? Well, being the frugal (hubby is only a PFC) girl (31 year old broad) that I am, I use the money on E-bay to buy the kids clothes. They grow so fast at this rate I figure I better buy Cheaply now. When they hit 10 yrs old, It will be name brand city. Alright, I have gotten a bit off track. I wanted to discuss all the riches I plan to make at my BIG garage sale. I have been so diligent about performing my own "Clean Sweep". I must say I am such a fan of organization. Rubbermaid containers and my label maker are both my true friends. I have two weeks to get this massive pile of my crap, someone else's treasures sorted and priced. What doesn't sell I am donating to the thrift store here on post. All you military wives should do the same. They do great things with the money they earn. Our thrift store used most of the money it raised last year to help military wives who lost children. What a cause!!!!! You can call your thrift store and see what they do with their money. Okay,okay I am done blithering for now. More to come!!!!:)

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