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Goals/Projects for February... *sigh*

Ugh... now that I've felt better for the last SEVERAL months, I need to get back into a routine of putting my nose to the grindstone and getting more accomplished.  As many of you have requested, I may even put up pictures this time (sorry, no driveway projects - still too cold).

So, here goes:

1) Turn Ally's bedroom into a Paris pink, black and white, Eiffel-Towered, Audrey Hepburn wonder.
2) Florals for entryway and our bedroom.
3) Turn Sarah's old room into "Sarah and TJ's room".  Unless TJ doesn't mind floral and striped Hawaiin prints in Gerber Daisy colors.
4) Re-do Valentines Day red rose wreath, berry door wreath and finish shamrock arrangements.
5) Pot and repot all the many plants hangin' around the house.
6) Start flowers, herbs and veggie garden indoors.
7) Get the garage and office cleaned out once and for all!!  Bleck... I hate this one  :-P

And the many other thousand things I'm determined over.....











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