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We got the moving truck rather unexpectedly. It's more expensive than Mr. Survival planned, so we're doing a lot of lifting, cardio, and squats.

No. We're not doing the bootcamp in a trailer. We ARE moving things to the new garage, since we can't move in yet, but they're being kind enough to let us dump in a storage manner. Sorry. I'll have to beg your forgiveness and promise to update you.

Eventually.

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  1. KarenOctober 20, 2010 at 11:01 AM

    Hope all goes smoothly.

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  2. WillpowerOctober 20, 2010 at 11:31 AM

    Oh think of all the things your going to sort out and get out, and just trying to make it seem not so crazy which I know is not possible when you are moving. I hope all goes well and quickly and easily. Your so super I can't belive you are making time to make me feel great. In other words you do not have to today or the rest of the week because I understand how hard moving is.

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  3. Marisa @ Loser for LifeOctober 20, 2010 at 11:51 AM

    Moving is so frustrating! Hang in there!

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  4. Yum YuckyOctober 20, 2010 at 12:06 PM

    My husband moved out whole house when I was pregnant. I felt so bad and helpless. That was a baking baby will do to ya.

    Wait... do you own that smoker grill pit I see?

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  5. AnonymousOctober 20, 2010 at 3:56 PM

    GOOD LUCK! <3<3<3

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  6. Tami@NutmegNotebookOctober 21, 2010 at 1:59 AM

    Just think of all the calories you are burning!

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  7. DianeOctober 21, 2010 at 6:53 PM

    I love you and am praying for you. I hope everything goes alright. I wish we had te money to come and help and see Miss Thangs big event. I miss you and Love you.

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