There used to be this commercial with a guy in business attire, running around singing, “Boooooooorn freeeeeee!” Remember that? That’s how I feel tonight. Freedom! At last! On Monday and Tuesday nights I had city board meetings to go to because two of the towns I was covering were raising taxes – one by 44 cents and the other by 10 cents. The first town had a lot of angry residents begging for not so large an increase. The second town had people asking if 10 cents was enough – told them to go to 15 cents if they felt it was needed. lol. Crazy folks. Don’t ASK for more taxes, knuckleheads.

But tonight there are no meetings for me to attend. There’s no soccer practice. The kids are in bed and, I think, finally asleep. So now it’s just me, Private Practice, The Fashionista Diaries, Y&R and um … bed, then, I guess. I have my column and this week’s business story to write up, but that won’t take long. Or shouldn’t. Tomorrow Jaiden’s supposed to have soccer practice, but it’s stormed pretty good today and I know the crop fields and ditches are flooded, so who knows whether she will or not.

I can’t believe it’s already almost October. That’s wild. This weekend will mark two years since Bryan and I separated. Is that not crazy? Two years. It doesn’t seem anywhere near possible, but it’s true. I guess. It’s funny how I was dragged into being a single mom, kicking and screaming, and now it’s been a couple of years and I am so much better off than I thought I would be. Sure I live with my parents, but there are worst things. Like living on the streets and not being able to buy food and things like that. I just hope that by the time September 2008 rolls around I am out on my own. Hopefully that money tree starts blooming soon. But yay for me anyway.

I’m anxiously awaiting next Thursday, when I leave for Virginia. Only a week to go!

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