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On The Verge of a Heart Attack

In the process of changing e-mail addresses and updating accounts, we had taken Clint's student loan button off his blog. The other day, he received a comment from and old friend asking where his button had gone. We realized we never put it back. He found some new art for the button, I tweaked it, and we added it back on. Within a day his friend had donated 100 bucks to Clint's college relief fund. Can you believe that shit. That bad boy is in deferment right now, which means all money sent in comes immediately off the principle. How friggin' exciting is that?

Do you want more? We just got our first check from google (Thank you Google and Thank you to those supporting the google ads). It was enough to pay off a credit card. Next payday, we will payoff another and then we are down to one. We will have that paid off in about 2 months. I cannot believe it. My next big project is to pay off my debt to my old boss. She has been so gracious and patient. I have been able to pay off some interest charging credit cards first. I know I have never really talked about her before, but she was and is more like a mother. A mother that is also your best friend. I can talk to her about anything and she seems to just love me so much. Crazy unh? Someone love me? hee hee

Well anyways, Clint and I are really getting our acts together. We want to do the best we can for our kids. That is our priority. All our priorities changed when we had kids. They are so beautiful and are really such gifts. We want to get ourselves in a position where we can give our kids things we were unable to have (we do not want to give them everything...It is good for the soul to not get everything you desire. Teaches you things you wouldn't learn otherwise). Our parents gave us so much love and we are what we are today because of them. We learned to appreciate and work for what we want. We want to be able to instill those values in our children as well. It is such a fine line parents must walk. I tell you, it is the hardest job I have ever had. It is also the best job I have ever had.

Alright, I will quit rambling. I am just so stoked.

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