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Having a Cup of Joe

My dear darling friend Pat is in the hospital. I was pretty freaked out. You know how you can't pick your family, but you can pick your friends.....well she is my family and I picked her.

Tanner (my dog) has a form of ecema. The poor guy. Apparently when it is cold (which is more often in Colorado then in Texas) it isn't a problem. He has been itching so bad that he has ripped some of his fur out. My poor old man. I got some spray to stop the itching and that seems to help.

I am almost completly done getting clothes for the kids for winter. Emily needs two more pairs of jeans and maybe someshoes. I want to wait on the shoes a few months though because it seems she is having a growth spurt. The boys need undershirts and snowboots and then they are done. Talk about preperation. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

I am almost done gathering our homeschooling supplies. The funny thing is, the stuff we are still lacking.....other people trash. We really do not drink soda and we need a few soda bottles. We have to get scrap stuff....baby food jars, fabric, yarn, those wash tubs from the hospital, felt, socks, pipe cleaners.....I have been cruising the ebay and I will check out garage sales. Of course, I will just go through the trash for some of it. I also have to go make copies of the worksheets I have gathered for each subject. I hope that isn't too pricey. Once that is all done, I will be ready to sit down, outline out curriculum and our schedule.

I have been nominated over at Christies blog, so I expect all you assholes to go vote for Clint and I.

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