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Opportunities for Awesomeness


What inspires you to live in Columbia? CA wants to know. Are you available on Friday, March 1st, between 10 am and 1 pm to come to the Supreme Sports Club? CA will be filming residents for upcoming television spots and PR materials. This would be a good time for you to come and share your opinion of what makes (and will make) Columbia awesome.

Can't make it in the middle of a weekday workday? They are going to schedule an evening session as well. Contact Mary Weeks to let her know you are interested.

Did you grow up in Columbia? There's an interesting discussion going on at the Facebook Page about what the Symphony Woods McCall/Inner Arbor plan really means. Informed and civil voices would be welcome. Share your knowledge and enthusiasm without even leaving the house.

I was fortunate enough to be a part of a little slice of awesomeness on Tuesday night at Union Jack's. You can read the Wordbones take on it here. It takes a lot for me to leave the house on a weekday evening. My husband and I often have competing schedules, and a school night at our house means homework, tuba and piano practice...you know the drill. The Hocoblogs community has come to be a refreshing, supportive, and challenging peer group for me. I hope you have one of your own. Community is at the core of what we are doing these days, isn't it?

To paraphrase, and without any irreverence, wherever two or three are gathered there are opportunities for awesomeness. Whether at the gym, at the pub, on the phone, at work, or online, you have the opportunity to Make Columbia Awesome.

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