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Well I'm almost done with the painting. :) I have one more coat to do on the walls and a coat or two on the dresser. The closet does need to be finished up but that will happen next week...since our wonderful state decided to send my child support for J to her fathers ex wife. So...the woman got WAY more than she should have this month. I was less than pleased. Think she would be decent enough to let me know? Nah. But then again...didn't really expect anything nice from her anyway. J's father did send in an extra payment to support enforcement so I should be getting the money in a few days. There are days I just hate our state's system.
So...once I get some money I will be getting the quart of black paint I need to finish the closet. By next Sunday K's room will be done. :) Decorations, bed, paint, lighting...all of it. I'm excited to see how it will look. I'll post some pics once it's done. The before and after shots. The next project? My room. Thank heaven that only needs paint. Life is so calm and peaceful now. It's nice having my life back to it's normal routine.
There have been some scary medical things happen in my friends lives that have me worried but with God's grace...they will be strong and pull through all of it. Oh who am I kidding? Both of these friends are unbelievably strong women and I am blessed to have them as friends and they allow me to be part of their lives. God sometimes throws curves into your life and even though we are angry at the situation....He always shows you the brighter side of the dark. I experienced that full force this past week. I may have been angry at the situation but I'm pleased at being reminded of what is honest and true. I really pray I don't need God's 2x4 again. That is really starting to hurt. LOL

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