This weekend I went to my 33rd state: Arkansas. At a lost for what to do there, my husband took me to the Southland Greyhound dog race track. It was not my scene, but it was a new experience and I appreciate him taking me. We bet on dogs 3, 5, and 7. Number 2 was the winner. And with that we returned to Memphis where we were spending our Independence Day weekend. I only have seventeen states left to go by age 50 and now I am halfway through with my new year's resolutions.