tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374392512024-03-14T01:19:37.685-06:00Random Ramblings?Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-68169533673158485092013-03-10T17:55:00.002-06:002013-03-10T17:55:46.983-06:00Labor PostSo like I said in the last post, this one will be mostly for me, but you can read it if you want.<br />
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We called the hospital at 6:30 AM the morning of January 25th, and we were told to call back because they were just changing shifts and weren't sure when they would be able to have me come in. So I called back at 8:00 and they told me to be there at 9. So we packed Savannah down to the car, and headed out.<br />
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Just as we went over the first speed bump to get out of our condos I told Dave I was feeling terribly sick, so he pulled over after the third speed bump and I threw up. Then we were on our way again, after determining that I was done with that bout of nausea and vomiting. Savannah went to my mom's house and got to spend the weekend there.<br />
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When we got to the hospital our stubborn baby refused to stay on the monitor! I could feel her moving so I wasn't concerned about her. The problem with her refusing to keep her heartbeat on the monitor is that they can't start you on a pitocin drip until they have 20 minutes of continuous readings for the baby.<br />
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The nurse finally decided to quit trying to get her heartbeat on the external monitors and called the doctor to come in and break my water so they could put the internal monitors on and get the readings that way so I could be started on the pitocin.<br />
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At around 10:30, the doctor came in and broke my water. Things were finally getting started, and after 20 minutes of monitoring babies heartbeat, we were moving right along! I was dilated to a 3 and 60% effaced when they started me on the pitocin. Every hour they came in and turned the pitocin up which made the contractions harder and longer to keep me progressing.<br />
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The contractions weren't super hard, so I was handling them with just breathing. My father in law came to visit and both he and Dave kept telling me that since I was getting an epidural anyway I should just get it and not deal with the pain that I didn't have to feel. I was stubborn though and I kept going until the contractions were really bothering me, to the point that I really wanted them to be done. So I called the nurse in and she called the anesthesiologist.<br />
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Getting the epidural hurt really bad. I almost wished I hadn't asked for it while they were putting it in. They give you a local where they are going to thread the catheter in, but for some reason it was just really hurting me. Anyway, he had a hard time even getting the epidural in, which is part of why it hurt so bad. After he finally got it in, he asked if it was starting to work, and I could feel tingles in my leg, so I said yes.<br />
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He told me to push the button 15 minutes after he left that delivers an extra dose, so I did that, but for some reason I could still feel all of the contractions, my entire left leg, and my right calf and foot. Well, this went on for quite a while, and I was complaining a lot. Dave was so patient with me though.<br />
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The contractions were strong enough that I felt like I should be pushing every time one came! And I was so frustrated that I was still feeling them even after I had an epidural! I told Dave that I needed to push and he just kept saying "Don't push! Don't push!" After hearing that a ridiculous number of times, I completely lost my cool and I became one of those crazy pregnant women who yells at her husband while she is in labor! I felt awful about that later, and now it is something I laugh about.<br />
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He kept telling me not to push and my response to him was "The next time you really need to poop, just DON'T PUSH okay?!?!" (I still get a kick out of this, not sure it even remotely compares to the feelings of labor though...) Then the yelling part was all over.<br />
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The nurse came in and we told her I was still feeling the contractions and that I was having the urge to push, so she checked me and I was only dilated to a 6! They called the anesthesiologist in and he gave me a dose of something that is 2.5 times stronger than the phentanyl they put in an epidural to help. Well, that sucker didn't work either!<br />
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He came back an hour and a half after the epidural had originally gone in and said that sometimes you develop scar tissue in your back after having an epidural before and I asked if that meant that I was going to have to have my baby naturally. His answer was "possibly", I was freaking out!<br />
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He said he may need to pull it out and try again, but that it would hurt again and that it may not work, or he could try just pulling the catheter out a little and seeing what that would do. So he pulled the catheter out 2 centimeters, and it is amazing what a difference 2 stinkin' centimeters makes!<br />
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I could finally relax through labor, and I was super happy! At around 5:30 the nurse came in and I was close enough that she called my doctor to come in because we were super close to pushing! I was dilated to a 10, but not quite fully effaced. Well, I was ready to push before the doctor got there because of rush hour traffic!<br />
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When he finally got there around 6:15 he told the nursery nurse to come quick because we were having a baby, and he told her we were going to race and have the baby before she got there. Well, sure enough, we had a baby before the nurse got there!<br />
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Charlotte Kaye Higham made her debut into the world at 6:34 PM on January 25, 2013. The doctor said because the nurse wasn't there her first APGAR got to be a 10, but the labor and delivery nurse said no, she had to be a 9 so she didn't end up in the NICU. Both APGAR scores turned out to be a 9! She was healthy in every way, and just beautiful!<br />
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Savannah got to come in and meet her sister, and she was so stinking cute about it! She loves Charly to pieces! Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-60326234454251057592013-03-08T09:34:00.004-07:002013-03-08T09:34:54.839-07:00The Pregnancy<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh wow... It has been almost a year since I have written and published anything on my blog! And it is incredible how much has happened in that time period! The most major being we have a new baby in our family! Because I kind of want to document this just for me, I'm going to write down how that came about, and maybe later I'll write down the birth story, which would again be just for me really.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After having my second miscarriage on Christmas of 2011, my doctor and I decided that if I still wanted to get pregnant I should start taking progesterone every month starting on day 21 of my cycle, then taking a pregnancy test on day 28, then again on day 31. If it was still negative on day 31, then I was supposed to stop taking it, because it will prevent your body from having a period if you are taking it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I started taking the pills, and testing every month became something I dreaded, because I didn't want to see any more negative pregnancy tests. I wanted a baby so badly! Seeing a negative test was like a stab to my heart each time. I tried really hard not to get my hopes up every month, but that is much easier to say than it is to actually do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, during the month of May (end of May, beginning of June), I took the test on day 28 of my cycle and it was negative, so I waited until day 31 and it was still negative, so I stopped taking the pills. A couple days later I still hadn't started my period so I called the doctor. His nurse told me to take another test, so I did and to my surprise, it was positive! I wasted no time calling the doctor to set up my first prenatal appointment. Also, I started taking the progesterone again in hopes that it would help me carry this baby to term. (Progesterone is supposed to help strengthen the uterine lining during pregnancy as sometimes this can be a cause of miscarriage. We never knew a cause for my miscarriages, as most women often don't, but my doctor wanted to give me the best possible chance for a healthy pregnancy.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At my first visit I was 8 weeks along, and so excited I could burst! The doctor came into the room with his little Doppler machine that lets you listen to your baby's heartbeat. Well, they couldn't find it with the Doppler, but I was told not to worry because often, it's too early for the Doppler to pick it up. My doctor being the amazing doctor he is though sent me for an ultrasound because he knew I wouldn't be able to relax until I knew my baby was okay. This is the point in both of my pregnancies that ended in miscarriage where we discovered something was wrong, so I was nervous anyway.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We went in for the ultrasound and we saw our little peanut! Everything looked good, the heart was beating, and the placenta looked great! Huge weight off our shoulders.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The next appointment was at 12 weeks. Again, the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat with the Doppler, and this time I was more worried than the first time. I was farther along, he should have been able to find it! He sent me for another ultrasound, and we were so relieved to see that the heart was beating strongly and things were still going well. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The next couple appointments were uneventful. At 20 weeks, we went for an anatomy scan and our little peanut was modest! We couldn't get the baby to move so we could reveal gender at all! We got to go back for another scan and we finally got to find out that we were having another baby girl! Up until this point I had been determined that it was a boy because I was so sick all the time! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There's nothing really exciting that happened during any of my appointments, but the closer we got to my due date (Feb. 7), the more miserable I was. I really wanted to be one of those women who loved being pregnant, but I am not. I had slipped and fallen twice during the month of January and I just could not get comfortable. My hips and pelvis were constantly aching and I was still throwing up and nauseous. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Every time we went to the doctor in the month of January I was hoping to hear the words "Go to the hospital! Have a baby!" The one time, I told the doctor that's what I wanted to hear and he said "Okay, go the hospital! Have a baby!" Too bad he was only kidding. They kept checking my progress, but everything was at a stand still. Dilated 3 cm and 60% effaced. My body just was NOT cooperating with what I wanted. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On the 24th of January I told my doctor I really didn't want to be pregnant anymore and that if he told me to go to the hospital and have a baby I wouldn't complain. When he told me he couldn't I almost cried. I begged him to let me have this baby because I was still feeling awful. I couldn't sleep at night because I was so miserable. Well, he looked at my chart and had mercy on me because he told me I could go the next day to be induced! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So we went home and tried to get everything ready to have a baby the next day! (For the record, you are <i>never</i> ready to have a baby...) We cleaned the house, got Savannah ready for a sleep over with grandma and got ourselves ready for a trip to the hospital. I had one of my dearest and best friends come over to braid my hair for labor because I didn't want it hanging in my face.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The next morning we had to call the hospital at 6:30 AM to find out what time to be at the hospital. They made me call back at 8, and I was told to be there at 9! This was really happening! I was so excited. We got everything loaded into the car, were pulling out of the condos parking lot when I had to make Dave pull over so I could throw up. The full 38 weeks that I was pregnant I was throwing up! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We dropped Savannah off at my parents' house and then off we went to the hospital. </span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-51537107993662656332012-03-26T22:33:00.000-06:002012-03-26T22:33:19.334-06:00Day 25 - IdealDay 25 - What do you want your future to be like?<br />
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Ideally, I would like my future to hold more children, and less schooling for me and Dave. I would like us to have more time together as a family and less time that is consumed by homework and classes. I would like my children to grow strong in their testimonies of the gospel, and I would like to grow stronger in my testimony of the gospel.<br />
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I would like my future to be debt free! Included in this is not having to worry about finances and where our money was coming from. I would like to live in a wonderful home (that is <i>not </i>this condo), and in a great neighborhood. I would like my closest friends to move to the same neighborhood as me. (Are you listening gnomies?!) <br />
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Someday, I would like to go on a couples mission with Dave.<br />
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This is all I can think of right now that I feel like sharing...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-45240719760101604892012-03-25T23:01:00.000-06:002012-03-25T23:01:13.283-06:00Day 24 - Hypothetical...So, the prompt for today is something you wonder "what if.." about. There are <i>so</i> many things.<br />
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I have spent probably half an hour typing up "what if" questions and then deciding they are kind of morose and more depressing than I really want this post to be...<br />
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So, for some lighthearted fun, what if the earth were made of entirely delicious edible things? You know, like that room in <i>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</i> where they can eat the grass, and the flowers and the dishes and everything... Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-27076897750272199152012-03-24T22:42:00.000-06:002012-03-24T22:42:31.702-06:00Day 23 - Longing...Prompt for day 23 - Something you miss.<br />
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I miss being pregnant... I don't remember being especially grateful for the experience of being pregnant the first time I was... I wish I could go back and change that. Of course there are downsides to being pregnant (no one likes to puke...), but I wish I could go back and make it so that every day I was grateful for that life growing inside of me. I think the second and third pregnancies I was more grateful, but I wonder still if that was even enough then. I want to be pregnant more than just about anything right now. I don't feel like my family is complete... So there it is, I miss being pregnant.<br />
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I skipped yesterday on purpose, but right now I think I'll put a blip about it, since I am already kind of leading in to it.<br />
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Yesterday's prompt was "Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it". This prompt is deeply personal for me, and I'm not going to share all of my thoughts and feelings about my body, but I will say this.<br />
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I wish that doctor's knew why my body is rejecting pregnancies. I wish I knew if it was a defect with the baby, or if it was something wrong with me. I wish I knew if there were something I could do to prevent me from having another one. I know two miscarriages doesn't seem like very many from the outside looking in, and I remember feeling like that. I remember thinking that it isn't that hard to have a miscarriage, but until you've been there, try not to think that. It's one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. And I've had to do it twice...<br />
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I'm deeply dissatisfied in that regard to my body. I don't even know that it is my body that is the problem, but there are things that I see in my body that don't reflect the healthiest of lifestyles, and that will always make me wonder. There are things I should be doing that I am not currently doing, and that will always be a curiosity for me as well.<br />
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So there you have it. Some thoughts about my body and what I feel about it...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-66397099915515485752012-03-22T23:38:00.000-06:002012-03-22T23:38:03.764-06:00Day 21 - These are a few of my favorite things...Prompt for day 21 - 20 of your favorite things<br />
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<ol><li>Dr. Pepper</li>
<li>Double dates with best friends</li>
<li>Single dates with the hubster</li>
<li>Spring weather</li>
<li>My kindle</li>
<li>Colors, specifically pink, green and purple</li>
<li>Bubble baths</li>
<li>Crafting with friends (not alone)</li>
<li>Books</li>
<li>Good Deals </li>
<li>Laundry detergent that smells fabulous</li>
<li>Having a house to live in</li>
<li>Cheetos with Cream Cheese</li>
<li>Late night trips to Smith's with my gnomies that end up with cupcakes</li>
<li>Cupcakes in general</li>
<li>Swing sets</li>
<li>Heartburn medicine </li>
<li>Scentsy</li>
<li>Ticket to Ride - pretty much a fabulous game</li>
<li>A clean house (which with a 19 month old does not happen often. She is a weapon of MASS destruction.)</li>
</ol>I left people out on purpose, just like Lydia did. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-42927300655955782502012-03-21T14:55:00.000-06:002012-03-21T14:55:27.615-06:00Day 20 - Utterly DeliciousPrompt: Day 20 - Death Row Meal<br />
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Honestly, I hope that I never have this situation ever come to pass, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure it doesn't. But, for the sake of this post, here goes.<br />
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If I were on death row, I would probably want some type of comfort food. I would want Dave to make brownies and ice cream for dessert, and I would probably want to have lasagna with green beans and garlic bread for the actual dinner part. And maybe throw in a green salad with some nice crisp cucumbers. Sounds delicious, right?Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-52097053910990877192012-03-20T23:46:00.000-06:002012-03-20T23:46:09.264-06:00Day 19 - Wuv, Twue WuvDay 19 - 10 ways to win your heart<br />
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As a preface, most of these relate in some way to something that Dave does that make me feel particularly loved and make me love him equally in return. He's an amazing husband, and he deserves recognition for the things that he does. <br />
<ol><li>Back scratches or back rubs. Dave knows this. Seriously, a back scratch or back rub is seriously one of the best things in the entire world. Especially when I've had a hard day, just to have either of those makes me quite happy. And Dave is just about the best back scratcher ever!</li>
<li>Feet rubs. I hate touching other people's feet, so it makes it even more amazing when someone else is willing to rub mine. Dave is also particularly good at this, though he doesn't do it often because he doesn't like touching lotion.</li>
<li>Telling me I'm beautiful, and meaning it. I love when Dave just looks at me and tells me that I'm beautiful. Some days, the days where I don't feel like getting out of my pajamas or even crawling out of bed, and I don't feel like I am even a teensy tiny bit cute, to have Dave just look at me with his eyes full of love and say that I am beautiful makes my heart tingle.</li>
<li>Watching chick flicks with me and hugging me close when I start crying. Dave always seems to know the exact moment when I am going to start crying, and he just tells me that he loves that I am sensitive enough to cry during a movie.</li>
<li>Being willing to share emotions with me. Being strong enough to cry and not be ashamed of it especially. </li>
<li>Calling me just to hear my voice or to say he misses me and loves me. I love hearing Dave tell me he loves me. </li>
<li>Making orange julius drinks at three in the morning simply because I want one.</li>
<li>Making me brownies on demand (which is not as often as I think about brownies...)</li>
<li>Taking care of me when I am sick. And this is part of that but is kind of dumb. It gives me warm fuzzies when I am not feeling well and Dave kisses my forehead. There is just something about a kiss on the forehead that makes me feel loved and secure, and Dave knows it, so he kisses my forehead when I am sick, and I appreciate it.</li>
<li>Wanting to have a family with me. For a long time, I thought that Dave only wanted to have kids because he thought it would make me happy. When we first got pregnant with Savannah he was thrilled, and even more excited when we actually got to hold her and show her off. He is a doting daddy. Then when I got pregnant the second time, and I miscarried, to see the torment Dave felt, and seeing that he was just as upset about it as I was, that meant a lot to me. Then the third pregnancy, that hope that we felt just to have it crushed. It is a poignant memory of being told that I was going to miscarry. And yet, I still didn't realize that Dave really does want to have a family with me. A forever family. It took me telling him that I really wanted another baby and him specifically saying that he did too for me to know. And I never realized how much it would mean to me that Dave wanted me to be the mother of his children and that he wanted those children just as much as I did. </li>
</ol>So there it is. Just a few of the ways that Dave makes my heart all twitterpated. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-39497902638615761842012-03-19T23:15:00.000-06:002012-03-19T23:15:39.959-06:00Day 18 - Words to Live ByDay 18 prompt - A quote you love<br />
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I've been thinking about this all day. There's one that I just read in a book that I really loved and I wanted to pull up the book and type it out, but I loaned out the book Saturday not realizing that I would want it today for the quote, so I don't have the exact quote and I don't want to screw it up by putting it wrong on here, so I'll have to look that one up later.<br />
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There is one I have hanging on my fridge that my friend gave me and I look at it and take notice of it a lot. So that's the one I'm going to put on here.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live it's whole life believing that it is stupid. <i>Albert Einstein</i> </blockquote>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-33965131041503520982012-03-18T22:29:00.001-06:002012-03-18T22:29:57.180-06:00Day 17 - Parental UnitsPrompt for day 17 - Talk about your parents<br />
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My mom is amazing. I love her to pieces. Her name is Susan. Her blog can be found <a href="http://www.sudsandbrew.blogspot.com/">here</a>. She doesn't post very often, but I love to read and see it when she does. She is currently serving as the 1st counselor in their ward Relief Society. She inspires me and makes me want to be a better person. She is and always has been a great role model for me. My life would not be what it is today if it weren't for her.<br />
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My dad is also pretty great. We have not always gotten along. I can remember many nights in high school where I stormed to my room screaming at him that I hated him. I feel insanely bad about this now, because I have never actually hated my dad, nor will I ever. His name is John. He is a jack-of-all-trades. He was just put in as the Elder's Quorum president in their ward. I know I can count on him for anything.<br />
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I also am very lucky to have an amazing set of in laws. My mother and father in law are great, seriously. My father in law is wonderful. I remember after my first miscarriage, when I went in for the second ultrasound and I heard the ultrasound tech say "I'm sorry, there's no baby there...", I tried <i>so</i> hard to be strong and brave. I saw my father in law and the compassion and concern in his eyes crumpled my resolve and I sobbed in his arms. I don't know how long I cried, but he just let me. He never made a single move to try and let go. And he gives some pretty good hugs. The ones where you feel like you mean the world to someone. I truly appreciate him being a part of my life.<br />
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My mother in law is also great. She is one of those women who has met and faced many adversities and trials in her life. Watching her go through life inspires me. I want to be as strong as she is when I am faced with trials.<br />
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All in all, I am a very lucky girl to be blessed with the wonderful parents and in laws that I have. Truly.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-70154432922855481762012-03-17T17:41:00.000-06:002012-03-17T17:41:46.425-06:00Day 16 - Schnookums (not...)Prompt for day 16 - Nicknames<br />
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I have a lot of nicknames, we'll start with the obvious ones; Steph, Stephie, Stepherz, Stepherninny, Step on Me (which I hate, if you use it I will threaten your life...)<br />
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Now for some not so obvious ones; Fluff-n-Stuff (don't ask, I don't remember, also previous threat applies), quacklynne, Dave has called me Love since we started dating, hootenanny, Sally-Skint-Nose, my grandfather calls me his long, tall drink of water (i.e., "How are you my long tall drink of water?" while hugging me hello), Daffy...<br />
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And, this one might be a tad bit awkward, so I'll explain the back story. One time, Dave and I, and a group of friends decided that we were going to drive to St. George to pick up some repossessed cars for the credit union Dave was working for. So we were all driving down there, listening to some music and just having a super fun time. Then the song <i>Should have Been a Cowboy</i> by Toby Keith came on. I have sung this song wrong for YEARS, literally... I have since been corrected but usually revert to the wrong way. Anyway, the correct lyrics go "Wearing my six shooter, riding my pony on a cattle drive", and I have always sung it "Wearing my sex shoes, riding my pony on a cattle drive"... I don't know why, but for some reason that is what I always sang. What are sex shoes? Who knows...<br />
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So, the song came on, and I started singing, and as usual reverted to the incorrect lyrics. Commence teasing. Then we got there and we had walkie talkies to communicate between the four vehicles. We were deciding that we were going to call each other nicknames on the radios. Dave became Schnookums, I was sex shooter (combination of the wrong and right lyrics...), Megan was pig pen, and Chad was Preemie. We now always use these nicknames when we get together, especially when we go bowling. I have gotten very accustomed to hearing "You're up, Sex Shooter"... Also, Dave <i>hates</i> schnookums, so unless you want to die, don't use it, unless you are Megan or Chad.<br />
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These are all the nicknames I can think of right now...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-9099061200755142762012-03-17T17:25:00.001-06:002012-03-17T17:28:02.466-06:00Day 15 - UnproductiveDay 15 was supposed to be yesterday. I went to bed instead of blogging, and it is one of the best decisions I have made recently, but yesterday's prompt was Bullet your whole day, so here is how yesterday went down.<br />
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<ul><li>12:00 AM - 3:00 AM: Watch the SWAT team descend on the condos trying to snag a crazy guy who shot his cousin in the face with a shot gun. Watch as stupid 11 year old goes down into the craziness and his mother encourages him. Seriously? What kind of stupid do you have to be to send your kid down when the SWAT team is here?! (Also, un-delete facebook account so I can see the neighborhood gossip about the crazy...)</li>
<li>3:00 AM - 4:30 AM: Finish movie that Char and I started before the SWAT team arrived. (Delete facebook again)</li>
<li>4:30 AM - 5:00 AM: Read book in bed</li>
<li>5:00 AM - 9:15 AM: Sleep, blissful sleep...</li>
<li>9:15 AM - 12:00 PM: Hang out with Char, entertain the small child. </li>
<li>12:00 PM - 1:30 PM: Put Savannah down for her nap, played Ticket to Ride with Dave</li>
<li>1:30 PM - 1:45 PM: Realize that I need milk for cub scouts, so run to Smith's to get said Milk.</li>
<li>1:45 PM - 2:30 PM: Talk with Terra about the psycho who lives beneath her (aforementioned crazy guy)</li>
<li>2:30 PM - 3:00 PM: Cub Scouts that should have been happening since 2:00... </li>
<li>3:00 PM - 7:30 PM: Play with Savannah mostly, she hated the bath part though... Also, hung out with Dave</li>
<li>7:30 PM - 8:00 PM: Help get Savannah ready for bed, have dinner (late!) and watched TV</li>
<li>8:00 PM - 10:00 PM: Wind down, watched <i>Cars 2</i> for the first time with Dave.</li>
<li>10:00 PM - 10:30 PM: Read and finish the book I was reading on my Kindle</li>
<li>10:30 PM - 7:30 AM Saturday: Sleep, blissful sleep</li>
</ul>So, that's how my day was yesterday, how was yours?Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-61124143823266147772012-03-15T20:49:00.000-06:002012-03-15T20:49:50.288-06:00Day 14 - Slumber Party!!!!So, what I wear to bed really varies based on the season.<br />
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Tonight I am going to wear fleece pajama pants and the same shirt I'm wearing right now. I love fleece pajama pants, even though it is ridiculously hot, especially in the summer. But I got this pair for Christmas and I love them. Seriously.<br />
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Tonight is different than normal though, because I am having a sleep over. So I have to wear pajamas that are appropriate to wear with my company.<br />
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As to what I usually wear to bed, I'll leave that to your imagination. ;-)<br />
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Also, this blog post has inspired the <i>best</i> conversation I have ever had. Nathan disagrees.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-14944916606331225192012-03-14T20:59:00.000-06:002012-03-14T20:59:12.298-06:00Day 13 - Major HappeningsPrompt for day 13 - What are the 10 most significant events in your life?<br />
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<li>Getting married to Dave</li>
<li>Getting pregnant with and subsequently having Savannah</li>
<li>I'm only counting this as one, though technically it could be two, but both of my miscarriages are pretty significant to me. </li>
<li>Getting baptized</li>
<li>Going through the temple for the first time</li>
<li>Buying our condo</li>
<li>Choosing to go to the Academy of Hospitality and Tourism at Taylorsville, which is where I ultimately met Dave. (The first time I met him in person was in the parking lot during lunch. I was eating McDonald's...)</li>
<li>Obtaining an Associate's Degree, then pursuing a Bachelor's degree, then deciding to actually just go back for another Associate's Degree...</li>
<li>Being born</li>
<li>Getting my driver's license. </li>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also, on a totally unrelated note, but especially important to me right now, I made Orange Chicken tonight, and in my opinion, it is <i>just</i> as good as Panda Express.</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-19402629325885595912012-03-13T12:09:00.000-06:002012-03-13T12:09:28.319-06:00Day 12 - MusicPrompt for day 12 - Put your iPod on shuffle and list the first 10 songs.<br />
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Here goes...<br />
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<ol><li>Love Without End, Amen - George Strait</li>
<li>Do You Wanna Make Something of It - Jo Dee Messina</li>
<li>I'd Do Anything - Simple Plan</li>
<li>So Small - Carrie Underwood</li>
<li>Dark as a Dungeon - Dolly Parton</li>
<li>People are Crazy - Billy Currington</li>
<li>Poor Fool/He Makes me Laugh - The Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack</li>
<li>She's in Love with the Boy - Trisha Yearwood</li>
<li>My Oh My - Aqua</li>
<li>Walk to the Light - Jo Dee Messina</li>
</ol>So there it is. There are a TON of other artists and songs that I have on my iPod that I truly love, but there's a small sample of what it includes. I really do need to update it though, I don't have any new music that I've gotten in like that past year on there because I haven't transferred my iTunes from my old broken laptop to the new one and I don't want to lose the music I have on my iPod already...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-60669420446402028892012-03-13T12:02:00.000-06:002012-03-13T12:02:31.287-06:00Day 11 - ShoppingI forgot to post this yesterday, so it's a day late and probably a dollar short, but here goes.<br />
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The prompt for day 11 is Your favorite store<br />
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This one was relatively easy for me. Automatically when I think of my favorite store I think of Smith's. Not just any Smith's though, my favorite one is the one on 56th West and 41st South. Seriously, I love going there, and I love getting a good deal there.<br />
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Also, I love that by shopping at Smith's I save money on my gas. Love it. Truly love it.<br />
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And that is the lameness that is me, that my favorite store is a grocery store...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-12131021346532544702012-03-11T23:24:00.000-06:002012-03-11T23:24:12.016-06:00Day 10 - Switched! Prompt: Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why<br />
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This one was really hard for me, because most days I am truly satisfied and happy with my life. I don't really sit around and wonder what it would be like to be living in another person's shoes. I think part of this is because I realize that other people have just as many, if not more, problems as I do, and just because I don't see them doesn't mean they aren't happening. I think this is also why I try my very hardest to be nice to everyone...<br />
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Anyway, after thinking about it since yesterday, I finally decided that I would like to switch places with more a type of person, than any one particular person, but for the purpose of this blog, I'm going to name one specific person.<br />
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In case you've been living under a rock, and you don't know who this is, this is Carrie Underwood. I think she is beautiful! I also think she has an amazing voice, and I am somewhat jealous. For just one day, I would like to know what it is like to have that kind of talent, and to be able to reach that kind of audience.<br />
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Also, some days I would like to trade places with Dave... what girl hasn't wondered what it would be like to be a guy?<br />
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As I said though, most days I am truly content in my own life, even through all the crappy times...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-73706876227322185552012-03-10T11:35:00.000-07:002012-03-10T11:35:13.980-07:00Day 9 - EmotionalDay 9 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)<br />
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There are actually quite a few of them. There is a song by John Michael Montgomery, <i>The Little Girl</i>, and it almost always makes me cry. It's a very touching song. I think one of the things that makes it so much more emotional for me is that I know other people who it makes cry. Most specifically, my uncle. He's a tough dude. He is a Cowboy in every sense of the word, and I can remember it coming on the radio one day while we were driving back to his house so I could have a sleepover with my cousin. He was in tears, he had to keep wiping his cheeks so he could drive, and when it was over he looked at me and told me that it was the same way every time he heard the song. I can remember vividly seeing my uncle in tears every time I hear that song, and it pulls at my heart strings. Plus, the song is one of those that pulls at you anyway.<br />
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So, I found a version of it on youtube, the video isn't really important, but if you want to, you can listen to the song. <br />
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There are other songs as well that makes me cry, Skin (Sarah Beth) by Rascal Flatts, Streets of Heaven by Sherrie Austin, but none of them that are quite so vivid in my memory.<br />
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Some church hymns also bring me to tears, ever since I sang with the Tab Choir in high school whenever I hear <i>We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet</i> I nearly always cry. Because it is associated with such a vivid memory and feeling of peace and love that I got while we were singing it in the Conference center and the entire congregation stood. It was an amazing thing. I needed the reminder of that today, I feel like lately I've been struggling with my testimony lately, so to remember those powerful feelings of confirmation and love that were given to me by the Spirit was a really good thing for me.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-7290838440590518692012-03-09T23:09:00.000-07:002012-03-09T23:09:29.927-07:00Day 8 - Bother and SeestersThe prompt for day 8 - Talk about your siblings<br />
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So, I have 3 siblings, one brother and two sisters. They are pretty cool sometimes, but sometimes drive me crazy!<br />
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My older sister is Amanda. We are either the best of friends or the worst of enemies, there is no in between for us. She is 24, and is married. She recently got married and I was not invited... Rude. Though, neither was anyone else in our family, so I guess it's okay.<br />
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Then the rest of my siblings are younger than me.<br />
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My brother's name is Matthew. He is 17 and he's a pretty smart dude. He wants to be a chef. He is notorious for chewing with his mouth open (ARGH!)...<br />
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Then there is my little sister. Her name is Sharen. She is almost 16, and can be a huge brat, but I love her anyway. The last I heard she wants to be a nurse. Also, I like her friend Kat.<br />
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I don't really want to get hugely into each of my siblings on here, but that's the basic what you need to know about them. Or what you never really did actually need to know, but the prompt told me to. The end.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-25220265686434154792012-03-08T17:03:00.000-07:002012-03-08T17:03:31.772-07:00Day 7 - Sly PiggeryThe prompt for day 7 is How you found out about Blogger and why you made a blog<br />
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When I was in high school, I had a friend named Amy who convinced me that I needed to join this online forum she was a part of called Sly Piggery. This forum was something that her friend Nathan had created. So I joined Sly Piggery, and I met a ton of cool people! (In fact, if you want to get down to the nitty gritty, I "met" Dave online at Sly Piggery!!) It seemed like all of these people had blogs, and that all of them were at blogger. So I decided I was going to try my hand at it, and I created this blog. Well, actually I created a different blog first, but I forgot what email address I used to create it, and to this day I still don't remember the email or password I used.<br />
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Originally when I started, I didn't know how long I was going to last, it was something I was doing because my friends were doing it, and I go in spurts, sometimes going very long periods between when I blog. But here it sits, 5 1/2 years later... Wow! <br />
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So, now you know.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-43655063523370572062012-03-07T22:31:00.000-07:002012-03-07T22:31:55.699-07:00Day 6 - I am hilarious!So the prompt for day 6 is What is an inside joke you share with someone?<br />
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This was surprisingly difficult for me. I thought that I had millions of inside jokes with other people, but apparently when I tried to think of them I had a brain fart... So I sent out a mass text message to a bunch of people and used their replies to remember what inside jokes we have. This made me feel very lame.<br />
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Anyway,<br />
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So, I have this group of friends. We call ourselves the gnomies. Because we are permanent fixtures on the lawn. Like a lawn gnome. I suppose that in and of itself could be construed as an inside joke, but that's not the hilarious one I thought of, which will likely not be hilarious to any of you.<br />
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We used to include this girl named Katie. Katie was a little insane, but we loved her anyway. Until she went psychotic. She decided that none of us could be her friends anymore because we were saying things behind her back or something to that effect. None of the rest of us really know what actually happened or why she doesn't talk to any of us anymore, but suffice it to say, for some reason she apparently hates us all. This led to her deleting all of us on facebook.<br />
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Now, my friends and I sit outside at ALL hours of the night. (For example, we were still outside at 3 in the morning the morning I went to the doctor and was induced into labor when I had Savannah...) And some nights, we get a little crazy. We make stupid jokes and laugh like it is the funniest thing in the whole world. One such night, we were talking about Katie deleting us and it evolved and evolved until it got to be that you could delete, backspace, fast forward, rewind, etc. all by making certain faces or moves on your body. To this day, we all still use the "deleted" move, and it is HILARIOUS each and every time we see it. <br />
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Also, I don't know that this one is so much of an inside joke, and just something that is hilarious. One night, like a decade ago, I was having a sleep over with one of my best friends, and we broke the bed together. To this day, I still am not sure what exactly happened. I know that one minute we were playing dummies laughing our heads off, and the next the bed was broken and we were still laughing our heads off.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-49989572962102424142012-03-06T11:43:00.000-07:002012-03-06T11:43:59.255-07:00Day 5 - StuckDay 5 - Something you can't seem to get over.<br />
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I already briefly mentioned this one, but I am still really irritated about when a person I know told me they didn't like the way I sounded when I sang. When I word it that way, it sounds really stupid to be upset about it still, but it wasn't just that simple, and it really hurt my feelings the way they said it. And I know I should just get over it, but sometimes that is much easier said than done. It's a work in progress, and some day I'll probably forget all about it.<br />
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Also, and this is just the proud Mommy in me coming out, but I can never get over how stinking cute Savannah is. Her personality is bubbly and sassy and I just love it. And I am never going to stop.<br />
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So, I'm going to take this one as just 5 things that bug me in general about other people. Things that drive me absolutely crazy.<br />
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<ol><li>I <i>hate,</i> with a fiery passion from the deepest depths of my soul, hearing people chew with their mouths open. Sometimes just hearing people chew even when their mouths are closed is pretty bad too. Especially when those foods are crunchy. Honestly, crunchy food in general just drives me crazy, but particularly if people are chewing with their mouths open. It makes me imagine ways to torture people...</li>
<li>You know those people who always complain about every single tiny thing going on in their lives? I think everyone knows someone who is perpetually unhappy. This bugs me. I can understand having down days (Hello, I've had 2 miscarriages, I've been through some pretty dang down days...) and I understand being depressed. But I do not understand <i>never</i> ever finding any single thing in a day to be happy about. However, I have been told that I am <i>too</i> happy. A girl I went to high school with apparently hated me because I was happy, and that bugs me too.</li>
<li>When I hear people complain about how broke they are, but then they go and buy something huge. I'm not talking about going out to dinner here or there, or buying a soda or chips every once in a while. I'm talking about the people who say they are so broke, but then go spend money to buy new furniture, or brand new kitchen appliances. Specifically I had a friend one time talking to me about how broke she was, and then she proceeded to go and buy a brand new couch. Now, I can understand sometimes you get new things for a pretty good deal, but she talked to me about how she paid for this couch from Ashley whatever whatever that store name is, and how she was bragging about how they <i>only</i> spent like $2000 on this couch. Uh... Hello, weren't you just complaining about how little money you had? </li>
<li>I'm going to preface this one by saying that I am weird. Being that I am weird, I have this weird obsession with teeth and I think before I married Dave I really would have considered being a dental hygienist... That being said, it really bugs me when you are talking to people and you can tell that they haven't brushed their teeth in forever because you can literally see the plaque and gunk on their teeth. It grosses me out, and it bugs me. It especially bugs me when those people are working at a fast food place or at a restaurant that I'm eating at and they are serving or touching my food. Because I'm a little bit of a freak...</li>
<li>It seriously bothers me when people add an 's' to the word anyway. The other day I was picking my sister up from school and she kept saying it, so I punched her every time she said it. This is how much it bothers me. Anyway<i>s</i> is <i>not</i> a word. Also, I hate people who say "snuck", which also is <i>not</i> a word, and it sounds like something you should do to boogers... The proper term is sneaked. Don't believe me, look it up. </li>
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<ol><li>I love birthday's. I love getting together with friends and family and having a super fun times celebrating people's lives. Also, I love cake... and most birthday's involve cake at one point or another.</li>
<li>I love me a good book. Sometimes, especially when life is overwhelming, I love slipping away into another person's life, and forgetting about my troubles for a little while. I especially love that after I do get away into another person's life, that sometimes my problems seem much less important and I am able to focus on other things.</li>
<li>I love the burst of energy I get when I take a short nap. Not the kind of nap you wake up feeling groggy and icky from, but the kind of nap where you wake up and you feel like you slept forever but really only slept for like 20 minutes and you have the energy to do everything that needs to get done.</li>
<li>I love the feeling of having a clean house, even though typically in my life that only lasts for like half a day. Having an 18 month old is not really conducive to having a clean house.</li>
<li>I love cleaning bathrooms. Seriously, short and sweet, cleaning bathrooms is easily my favorite room in the house because it will <i>never</i> ever take my longer than 20 minutes to feel like I've cleaned it to the best of my abilities. Also, it helps that bathrooms are typically smaller than every other room in the house. </li>
</ol>So there, day 4.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-2507604732343972992012-03-04T17:49:00.001-07:002012-03-05T00:43:54.563-07:00Day 3 - Weirdness<div style="color: cyan;">The prompt for day 3 is weird things I do when I'm alone. This one is hard for me, because right off the top of my head I can't think of anything specific that I do that I would consider weird.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan;">I already talked about how when I'm alone I dance around and sing to my heart's content, but I don't really consider that to be weird. I also talk out loud to myself more often than I care to admit to. Mostly though, I think I'm a fairly boring person. When I'm alone I love to read books, because then I can read with no distractions, and that is not weird, I don't think.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan;">Mostly I think when I'm alone I do normal things that are harder to do when people are around. Pamper myself, read, bubble baths...</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan;">So after pondering this for most of the day, that's as much as you get. I can't think of anything really weird that I do when I'm alone. Anything I can think of that I do that is considered "weird" in my world, I usually do when Savannah and Dave are home too...</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37439251.post-81631089254430353702012-03-03T01:16:00.000-07:002012-03-03T01:16:24.469-07:00Day 2 - Happiness<div style="color: cyan; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Day 2 is a picture that makes me happy. </div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ80JjINSpPxHEwxbW2ImeQQtEGjQgoxEjP6K_9-Wi0aPwiV-NGAv0b0lC-pUmwbo1uCsO2gLWyZO3LQtg85dklbJ8dYaRaPt-1XNcGlUqr6Hydl-Nstdo3ZqguPBjcZP1ODECeg/s1600/PICT0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ80JjINSpPxHEwxbW2ImeQQtEGjQgoxEjP6K_9-Wi0aPwiV-NGAv0b0lC-pUmwbo1uCsO2gLWyZO3LQtg85dklbJ8dYaRaPt-1XNcGlUqr6Hydl-Nstdo3ZqguPBjcZP1ODECeg/s320/PICT0496.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The two people I care about most in the world. Dave, and our daughter, Savannah. This was taken the day she was born, right after delivery. I love the giddy smile on Dave's face, and how he shows her off. This was a good day, even though it was incredibly long.</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867803298965594031noreply@blogger.com1