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Went to a benefit for my friend Christy this past Sunday. She was recently diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma Stage III and has no insurance. She has since applied for assistance through the hospital she is receiving treatment and got it. Thank goodness. She starts her Chemo this week and her bone marrow test came back negative. To me, this means the girl is well on her way to recovery. The benefit was entertaining. I saw tons of people I had not seen in years and it was nice to see so many people come out to make a difference in her life. She is well worth it. My Dad and his wife donated a sizable chunk of money, which was so nice.

I have still not smoked and I am really going to make it last this time. Now that I realize I am a nicotine addict and can NEVER pick up another cigarette, I think a beak through has been made. It really is not easy, but hey what fun is easy. I watched Oprah yesterday all about quitting smoking and it just solidified my desires to be smoke free.

The kids have been working hard on their phonics and their numbers. They can now count to 100 and can almost recognize all the numbers as well. Emily of course has it down pat, but they do say girls come along quicker then boys.

I miss being in Springtown, believe it or not. I know there was bad Internet, phone service...it was the sticks. But I miss the family. I love having family around and cousins for the kids. My family isn't too much into all that, so I must just soak it all in with Clint's family. Good Times I tell you.

Emily asked me the other day when we would be getting a new pet and honestly I really do not want one. Maybe in a few years kid.

Oh and best of all, next to the tub in the kids' bathroom, there is a little plant of some sort growing out from under it. How friggin' crazy is that!!! I am going to take a picture of it and send it to the landlord. CRAZY!!!!!!

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