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Have you ever hit a button and before you could really think through what might happen your finger hits it and yikes, oh --------. Well, that is what I did. I thought I would just edit my last post and that was my first mistake. So with the click of my keyboard all of my historical writings were gone. Poof,, somewhere in cyber space floats about a years worth of words. So be sure to read everything before you take an action, check all the fine print before doing anything, and make sure that if the worse happens you can still save the process. So I have picked myself up, well not litterally, but with a great amount of effort I have struggled to my feet and brushed my frustration off and ready to try this again.

I have been moving from site to site staying updated on what everyone is doing and wow, one family is moving, one person is going on vacation soon for the second time, and one family is struggling with life's challenges. Just a typical day in the neighborhood.

I am tying to prepare for the end of one program year and enter into a new year of services. This year promises to be a challenge. I will finally have an office to call my own, well, the county is providing me a space to use. I cannot move out of my car fast enough. Most of my paper work is dog earred from having it slide from one side of my car to the other. Or my trying to catch it before it flys on the floorboard when I stop too fast. I am sure the next time I turn in a report they will be thrilled when they no longer have to read through the coffee stains. I decided that I am professionally challenged. I went to work the other day with what I thought was reasonably presentable. I grabbed my briefcase and keys and as always threw it in the car and raced down the street. I was fine until I stopped at a traffic light and looked down at my shirt. You see, I thought I had black slacks on but no I had navy blue. My top was black but it was knit and on the sleeve was lint, not a little but a lot. Well, I think it is too late to go back I will try the old scotch tape technique and rid myself of the lint and with luck I will station myself behind my desk. YEP, you guessed it. A meeting was called and so on the way I am plotting how to get into the conference room with my briefcase covering my lower half as I am ripping the tape off my sleeve. So I am one of the firsts there and I sigh with relief until I look at my feet and find that I am wearing one blue knee high and one black. Well, at least I am consistent, it could have been one brown one.

I have decided that I am never going to have Martha Stewarts flare for putting together the shabby with class look, nor will I have Better Homes seal of approval. I will always fall short of perfection and most likely just be average. Of course, I don't want to quit striving to be better but I do want to be less concerned if I ever reach that level. So tomorrow I am going to choose my clothes carefully, check my knee highs and shoes then pull out of my garage with my head held high hoping I don't forget to comb my hair.