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She's ALIVE!!!!!

I'm back you poor suckers who actually read my pathetic little blog. Tara is gone, the cold is ALMOST gone and the first addition of the Arapahoe Village Newsletter is done. While Jennifer and I were basking in the glory of winning, dreaming of our inauguration, we were informed we took power immediately following the election. What the hell? That meant we were responsible for the September newsletter. Let's see, that was on the 29th. Oh friggin' great. Well, it is done and we have our first meeting today. The kids will be going to day care for the first time ever. It will only be for an hour and a half, but I am freaking the hell out.

Okay, on to other news. I miss Tara already. Here are the two of us in all our drunken glory.

This announcement goes out to all the cycle cops on Fort Carson. Please beware of the drunken women with cameras.

I would also like to tell all the potty training parents that toddler underwear CAN double as your gang colors.


Self Portrait Friday. Let's see you where you hang out and watch your TV. Show me your lovely furniture and how you get comfy on it.

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