Herd Family Update Summer 2008

Hello,

I thought I would briefly update you on our life.

Brad still commutes 80 miles a day to work at LOCKHEED MARTIN. He was recently on 30 days. Our neighbor Matt is in this episode. He invited Brad to go shooting. They took Brad's M-16 to the gun range. You will see Brad's hat, gun and back as he is walking. The way I see it I am married to a tv star. ( :

In March of 2008 I began teaching First Grade at the Life School Campus in Oak Cliff.

I consider myself a pedia life coach. I moved my adult Life Coaching clients to the evening. It is a nice mix.

Our daughter had a great year in Kindergarten. Here are some samples of her artwork. She gets this talent from her father. As well as her love of riding horses. This summer she has taken swim lessons too.

I finally became an Aunt on my side of the family. My brother Joel and hi

s wife Becky had a baby boy Tyler Ray Fulenwider. And so the Fulenwider name lives on.

And we purchased a chocolate fountain rental business called Chocolate Finale. As an added bonus we have discovered how great it feels to have people approach you with a huge smile all evening long.

I think that covers it all.

Love & Blessings,
Deana

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