One Down, One to Go

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I am really looking forward to the final days of 2007. By then, all of my big projects for 2007 will be done...well, sort of, since the actual project of childrearing BEGINS at childbirth, but, still...it will be really fun to enjoy a frosty flute of bubbly and reflect on the year that has been 2007. It's been cosmic and harmonic and weird, all at the same time.

Last Sunday marked the finale of the biggest project I've ever done (at least until my water breaks..) In addition to incubating a child due just before New Year, I've spent most of my free time Co-Chairing the 25th Anniversary Taste of the Town...aka the largest fundraiser of the year for the Junior League of Fort Myers. As in, every dollar we need for a year's worth of programming and community projects is raised during a six-hour, outdoor food festival on the first Sunday in November. Yes, it's a lot of work. Yes, I was committed to the project well before learning of my pregnancy. Yes, I am crazy.

But, WE DID IT! And How! All indications point to a record-shattering year in terms of attendance and fundraising...not bad for a group of girls, eh?

Coming up next: Child Birth.

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Ashley said…
I love the picture! Fabulous!
November 12, 2007 at 10:06 AM
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