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A Spreadsheet Resolution & A Blackwell Visit

I have been known to be the butt of many spreadsheet-type jokes. I really love spreadsheets. 
The most infamous?
...our wedding spreadsheet broken into 15 minute increments with to-do's for Chris and I. 

This year I really want to work on using my spreadsheet prowess for good...specifically to track my Diabetes and other health matters. I have tried using meters with built-in software functions, or Apps that boast superior blood sugar management, but none of these have really worked for me. And I think it's because its not my own. I like to organize my data in a way that makes sense for me and includes the information I am most interested in tracking. I like having the flexibility to make my own charts and pick out the patterns. So, I'm going to work on it this year. We'll see how it goes. 

In other news, Chris's family came to visit us within 24 hours of our return from Arizona! Considering we didn't have water until the day we left for Arizona, I had to do some fast laundry turn-arounds. We stopped by Costco on our way into town [Costco is super far away from our house in Houston] and loaded up the car the rest of the way with groceries and toilet paper! 

The Blackwell's helped us around the house and I got to take them to Mission Control! We also went to Galveston on New Years Day but it was cloudy and sort of miserable. So Chris drove us home and we all took naps in the car!

Overall we had a really fun time, and even though I had to work, I think everyone enjoyed the time together. We can't wait for our next visitors later this month!!

My cousins Hannah and David helped to watch our cat Gus while we were in Arizona!
Chris's bro Michael opened his gift from us...a yummy package of boogers among other things ;-)
Chris's dad made him a clock out of an old part of his rotary engine!
We even got to see an EMU suit while on our Mission Control tour! Thanks Uncle Howard!!

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