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One Busy Hooker

Well, I am in love with my new Vacuum. I can't stop. I actually have carpet lines. I guess that tells you how bad my last vacuum was. I vacuum everyday and now you can actually tell. I think if they made a sex toy that was a miniature version of my vacuum....whoo whee Daddy!!!!

I have been a bit busy lately. School has started, which means I get obsessive about teaching my kids. I am such a dork, I know. But Hell, They are 32 months old (2 and 1/2) and know all their colors (in English and Spanish), they can count to 13 (sometimes 15), they know all their shapes (including oval,circle, and now diamond) and they can say their ABC's (they can recognize a,b, and c). Did I say how proud I am of them? Oh, Oh, you got that already. Well, I have been busy teaching. Once we get back into a smooth learning schedule, I will post a lot more. You can blame my lack of posting on Jennifer and Amy. If their kids hadn't started school, I wouldn't have gotten all obsessed with my children's brains again.

I do hereby solemnly swear to be a good blogger. I will post regularly and TRY to get to everyone's blogs at least once a day.

There has been all kinds of crazy shit going down here in the peepee pool (junior enlisted housing). We have now had three wives stab their husbands, we have a girl (18 yrs old) cheating on her husband in Iraq (in-laws loading his shit into a u-haul as I type), and of course the normal caos from the 16 children (11 just from our four-plex and five more from other buildings). The craziest shit of all is I forgot to take my crazy lady meds for four days. I now know when I decide to quit these things, not to go cold turkey. Man, I was worried I was schizo for a bit. I had all kinds of paranoia. Never a dull moment here, I tell you.

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