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I Will Survive-Homeschool Version

And another person hits me




Ok! I do not know what it is but it seems like someone hits my vans with their car atleast once a year and this new white van and this year are no different. In May a man with a small truck rear ended me in Meridian while I was yielding to school kids crossing the road. Apparently he saw a green light and hit the gas-and my BIG van stopped him and is bumper fell off. Just a lovely little dent in my bumper. And yesterday-I went out to see my sisters new house in Nampa and a lady in a sports car ran right into the side of me, in my own lane. Ahh! Can you really not see large minivans people? Her lane ended an apparently she did not notice she needed to merge, so she did merge into my lane-right into me. Alas all I can do is moan "WHY ME?"

My Sister Amanda's New House in Nampa, ID

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A Day at the Fair

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A Morning at the Park

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My Sister Summers New Baby Girl

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Christmas in July

The boys were getting bored, because it was too hot to play outside. I got our the craft bucket and found some stained glass ornaments they could paint. It filled up a good hour and then I fed them lunch and that only filled up 30 minutes-So I think I need to think of things that will entertain them longer. They had fun making them and were so proud of their work that they do not want to give them away for Christmas-they want to keep them.

 
 
 
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