2013 FARA Symposium

It is 6:45 am on the first day of the 2013 FARA Symposium. The schedule for this year is jam packed with sessions that sound fantastic, so I know it is going to be a good week. Yesterday, I attended the Board Meeting and the CryWolf® Users Conference which I will describe for you later.
I will be heading down soon to sign in and take my contributions for the silent auction. I love this part--it is always so much fun to see what people donate. This year, I brought a Longaberger® tissue basket set and a set of wine glasses with a vacuum seal top with the county seal of my jurisdiction embossed on them. (The picture of the wine glasses was unusable and showed a bit too much of my jurisdiction and the basket picture isn't great--I will redo it later if I have a chance).

I am hoping that there will be some fun stuff to bid on--the money all goes to support the FARA Institute so I will bid on something, but I prefer to buy something that I really want as opposed to just bidding on random items.
I wish that everyone could be here, but I will try to capture some of the excitement and information for you. Have a good day, and I will be back with updates throughout the day and the week.

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