tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29313749978835128842024-03-05T15:57:51.893-05:00Ready, Set, 40!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-62320959225331219272010-01-02T23:58:00.000-05:002010-01-02T23:58:05.159-05:00Ready, Set, 40! has moved.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2010. New Year...New Blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You may or may not know that I have 2 blogs: <strong>"Ready, Set. 40!"</strong> and <strong>A Fine House</strong>. I have decided to <em>merge </em>both blogs into one. I felt as if each blog only showed readers a part of who I was. From today on, I will have one blog, <strong><a href="http://afinehouse.blogspot.com/">Bona Fide</a></strong>, over at the old address for A Fine House. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I appreciate all of my readers and I hope that you will join me over at Bona Fide, and maybe become a follower while you are there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This will be the last post at this site (Ready, Set, 40!) and all of my blogging will be over at Bona Fide.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Click <a href="http://afinehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010new-year-new-blogsame-ole-me.html">here</a> to get the whole story. Hope you will follow me over there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Happy New Year!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Stephanie</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-32330589893158843372009-12-24T09:47:00.000-05:002009-12-24T09:47:09.738-05:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9nXKuIKUNSjjeHAd-O6NUsqa6yfRkZT0CdbIb9hDrJ0F3Sp8CJW29oiShLd5Xlr2dk6xGAz3POIMUuQUD1ohMxlcEiCqEoB1Ib45u39Iv4ygtcDhrT_iuX_zN1DoUEoMg3-JRKUr4YeQ/s1600-h/country+living1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9nXKuIKUNSjjeHAd-O6NUsqa6yfRkZT0CdbIb9hDrJ0F3Sp8CJW29oiShLd5Xlr2dk6xGAz3POIMUuQUD1ohMxlcEiCqEoB1Ib45u39Iv4ygtcDhrT_iuX_zN1DoUEoMg3-JRKUr4YeQ/s640/country+living1.bmp" /></a><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-68641987091436025602009-12-21T15:20:00.000-05:002009-12-21T15:20:00.365-05:00I Invented the Friggin' Poof & all that jazz.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1MHW7eWDVy3pdH7T9YQDP6c7nCVgLSccwlshPwQNa21sli8zoL55uyWUj1w95dUA7_buYZ87uqppPJ7xOBdLUWZ_2e1WuxKv2oDXh382qkedRRxbd5LItfOjx7VXEs0PqbIdoR6hyphenhyphenHez/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1MHW7eWDVy3pdH7T9YQDP6c7nCVgLSccwlshPwQNa21sli8zoL55uyWUj1w95dUA7_buYZ87uqppPJ7xOBdLUWZ_2e1WuxKv2oDXh382qkedRRxbd5LItfOjx7VXEs0PqbIdoR6hyphenhyphenHez/s640/Picture+156.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There are a few things that I want to talk about though, so I will most likely be back after Christmas to share my thoughts on cookie baking, Glee, last night's Survivor finale (that was B.S.), my girl's ever growing health issues (none serious thankfully), and how I am way behind on my Book Club which meets online January 3rd. Hello?? June Gardens?? Who schedules Book Club immediately after the holidays? How will I ever finish <em>Serena</em>? Also I will need to discuss about <em>Avatar</em> (loved it!), the arrival of <em>Nine (can't wait to see it!)</em>, my sisters pregnancy (It's a boy!!), and <strong>OMG</strong> - I almost forgot the 2 most important things that I need to blog about....<strong>Jersey. Shore.</strong> Aghhhh! Please tell me that I am not the only moron that is highly entertained by this craziness!!</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-59709965419113074062009-12-17T13:01:00.000-05:002009-12-17T13:01:17.228-05:00The Finer Things, like kicking Murphy in the Jingle Bells and gathering the Cheer Moms.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1OsNpCeMKz4Jga_AG34i_9HS8IDWe1Xfa14FUVpUBHP4fFjm3EVdfG4W7i2HdZVTuoFUi1ApDR7Wx0mnxovAUcIlazoFrSjmUo8ZY75PexsRf2cuEqwFp2KF2VNFiMJaeop-VXCfWT-5/s1600-h/michellemybelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1OsNpCeMKz4Jga_AG34i_9HS8IDWe1Xfa14FUVpUBHP4fFjm3EVdfG4W7i2HdZVTuoFUi1ApDR7Wx0mnxovAUcIlazoFrSjmUo8ZY75PexsRf2cuEqwFp2KF2VNFiMJaeop-VXCfWT-5/s640/michellemybelle.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....at least it is at my house. I love Christmas and decorating for Christmas, so my house is decked out for the holidays. I even put up 2 trees this year, seeing as how I scored a new tree last January at Sears for $99. It was originally $399, <em>so I got that going for me</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Other than decorating for Christmas I have been taking care of my girl who must have Murphy's luck when it comes to her health. Who is this guy Murphy? I'd like to give him a swift kick in his jingle bells. My poor child constantly has something wrong with her. She suffered all of October and November with Mono. While dealing with Mono my little piglet got hit with the Swine Flu - talk about a double whammy! She is just recovering from all of that and 2 weeks ago did a number on her ankle while tumbling and ended up in the ER. There is no fracture, but it is a "severe sprain". Now we found out she needs 2, yes 2, root canals, the first of which will be performed on New Years Eve. You know, cuz her December hasn't sucked enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Poor kid. I am showering her with love, and healthy food, and extra vitamins. Grandma is showering her with prayer. Daddy is showering her with love and an new ipod under teh tree. So we've got it covered and we are looking forward to a happy, healthy 2010!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">In other non-Christmas, hurray for 2010, glass half full news: I have a job interview next week! Yay! I am making the switch from part-time to full-time. So wish me luck oh faithful readers. Speaking of readers, I am dying to join a book club. I happened to be at the library last Thursday evening getting a book for my online book club at Bye, Bye, Pie and I asked the librarian about Book Clubs. "Oh yes, we have 3 Book Clubs". Yay, I took the info. and was excited about the idea. As I was wandering the library I noticed all of these people coming in with books (imagine that) and pastries. I looked at my book club pamphlet and sure enough 2 of the 3 book clubs meet on Thursday nights. All of these men and women were arriving for their monthly Book Club meeting - and they bring desserts! Count me in! Then I noticed something...um.....every single one of them was 75+ years of age. Uh, not so sure about that. I was going to ask the librarian if everyone in book club was a senior, but then I pictured her looking at me like I was some horrible person who didn't like old people. Oh my gosh, what kind of person am I? I have since decided that I absolultely love old people and love to converse with them, but DO NOT want to join Book Club with them. I'd much rather converse and discuss with my peers. Does that make me bad? Where are all of my book-reading peers? Don't any of them read? They are probably all members of online book clubs, like me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Solution? I am going to start a Mom Book Club at my daughters gym. Cheer Moms Book Club? Yup, Cheer Moms read too. There will probably end up being just 3 or 4 of us, you know, like Pam, Toby, and Oscar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So that's what is going on with me. How about you? In the Christmas spirit? Member of a Book Club? Happy and healthy? Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-66131650420977245142009-12-08T12:51:00.000-05:002009-12-08T12:51:17.451-05:00Things that make you go hmmmm....<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Last night while working at a certain Cheer/Dance gym, one of my duties included getting parents to sign a permission slip for an upcoming competition. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When practice was over I said to a particular cheer girl, "CheerGirl, go tell your mom she needs to come in from the parking lot to fill out these forms". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Five minutes later little CheerGirl returns and says, "My mom can't come in to fill them out". Okaaay? "Then here are the forms and a pen, please have her fill them out in the car and then you bring them back to me".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Five minutes later CheerGirl reappears with completed forms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ten minutes later we get a call from said Cheer Mom. "I'm calling to explain why I didn't come in". </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"That's OK", we told her, "we figured you were in your PJs or your hair wasn't done". "No", she says, "I couldn't come in because I was wearing white socks and crocs".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Huh?</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-20830128294852199462009-12-07T06:00:00.000-05:002009-12-07T06:00:04.552-05:00100th Post - Break Out the Champagne!!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yay! This is my <strong>100th Post</strong>!!! If I wasn't so cheap, I'd give my loyal readers (all 8 of you) a chance to win some fabulous prize. Instead I will treat you to my edition of:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">1. I am named after my Polish grandmother. She is Stefania Marya (a.k.a. Stephanie Mary) and I am Stephanie Ann.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">2. When I was quite young I ran into an electric fence on a family farm. It could explain a few things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">3. I am a Virgo - for all of you astrology people out there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">4. I am married to my high school sweetheart. And he's still a sweetheart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">5. I went to Catholic schools for 12 years; but do not consider myself a Catholic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">6. I suffer from S.A.D. (seasonal affective disorder) every winter. It hits me January through March. Don't you look forward to my enthralling posts next month?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">7. I have Dutch Hebrew ancestors on my father's side, but everyone in the family is Christian.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">8. I once was the Trivia Caller on "Live with Regis and Kathie Lee". Regis was out that day, so I got to talk to Bill Cosby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">9. I answered the trivia question correctly (answer: Al Pacino) and won $250 worth of pots and pans. Eh? I don't even cook. They have since upgraded to both Kelly Ripa and free vacations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">10. I listen to mostly pop and lite rock music, but I am a metalhead at heart. Some of my favorite bands are the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tool, Disturbed, and Rage Against The Machine. I gotta be in the mood, which for me isn't all that difficult.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">11. At the age of 18 I got busted for drinking wine coolers in a moving vehicle. We were on the way to the INXS concert. We never made it to the concert, but that was OK with me, I was just so happy that I was 18 and they weren't going to call my parents. <em>(sorry Mom).</em> The driver wasn't drinking, but he might have been stoned. I'm not sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">12. Red is my favorite color. I am obsessed with it. I am drawn to it. It can't be explained, it just is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">13. I have 2 cats, Ozzy and Josie. If given the opportunity, I could sooo become a cat lady.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">14. I have been a nail biter my whole life. For the past year I have worn acrylic nails, and I adore having long, red fingernails.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">15. Speaking of oral fixations, I started smoking at the age of 16. I quit at the age of 38. The only time in between that I didn't smoke was during both of my pregnancies, and for a long 4 year break in my early 30's. I quit on October 8, 2007. Two years later and 30 lbs. heavier, and I am still smoke-free!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">16. I am a sun-worshipper. Seriously, I have to have sunshine. I know, I know, I live in Ohio - not exactly conducive to vitamin D intake. I tend to get really cranky if I have to go a whole week living under gray skies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">17. I began drinking Diet Pepsi at the age of 17 and it is still my drink of choice to this day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">18. I have a<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernumerary_nipple"> supernumerary nipple</a>. Yes, you heard me correctly. This phenomenon, also known as a third nipple, the triple nipple, and an accessory nipple, occurs in 1 in 18 people. Other notable members of the Triple Nipple Club? Lily Allen, Mark Wahlberg, Tilda Swinton, and Chandler Bing just to name a few.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">19. My favorite candy (other than chocolate which is a given) is Good 'n Plentys. Yum. I just love the licorice flavor. My bestie Denise and I call it the "food of the gods".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">20. I am a Cheer Mom, which if you follow my blog you probably already know. My daughter dances and cheers competitively. I am one of those moms that shells out the bucks so my girl can follow her heart and compete like the athlete that she is. I drive for hours on end to travel to competitions in and out-of-state. I have worn blue wigs and sported facial tattoos and have had my nails painted in team colors, all to show my spirit and support our teams. If I have to explain any further, you just won't</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">21. I am a genealogist. I love to research my family history. I've been doing it for years. So far I know that I am Polish, German, Dutch Hebrew, Irish-Canadian, and French. I am a mutt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">22. I have 5 brothers and 1 sister. I love big families.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">23. I have had a bunion on my left foot for years. I am just too afraid to have it removed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">24. I have another blog, <a href="http://afinehouse.blogspot.com/">A Fine House</a>, which is dedicated to my crazy passion of decorating my house on a budget. It's more like an obsession. The decorating, not the blog. I call it my "shiny, happy blog".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">25. Reality TV is the best thing ever. Do you watch any of the following shows? I do.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The Amazing Race, Survivor, So You Think You Can Dance?, The Girls Next Door, Bachelor/Bachelorette, American Idol, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, and all of mtv's Real World/Road Rules mayhem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">26. My absolute favorite tv shows are LOST, How I Met Your Mother, and The Amazing Race - in that order.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">27. I am only on #27 and am realizing that this list is not going to be completed in just one computer session. Damn! 100 is a whole lot of numbers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">28. Speaking of numbers, I got pregnant when I was 18, I gave birth when I was 19, and we got married when I was 20. We may have done it backwards, but I have the most amazing 20 year old son EVER and my sweetheart and I will be celebrating our 20th anniversary in 2010. Life is good.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">29. I am obsessed with baby names. Steve named both of our kids: Steve Jr. after him (obviously) and Elizabeth after his mother. I never got to name my own kid. Although I had a hand in naming my neice Gabriella Renee (in a round about way) and my friend's daughter Bailey Ann. I still obsess over names. My girl names are Laney, Jensen, and Celia. My boy names are Jake, Nicholas, and Thomas. You can borrow them if you want. Just send photos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">30. I did eventually win a free vacation, but it wasn't courtesy of Regis, it was courtesy of The Plain Dealer. They had a contest that lasted months and had weekly winners. I won a trip to Cancun, Mexico. Steve and I went there in 1998. It was every part of amazing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">31. I had my first kiss in the 6th grade with a boy named Mark.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">32. I hate the snow. I have lived in Ohio for all of my 40 years, and I really hate the snow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">33. I have worked in the furniture industry for the past 9 years. I won't lie. I have some nice furniture in my house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">34. I have many acquaintances, but just a few close friends. I like it that way. My mom and my husband are my best friends. My girlfriend Stacy is my bestie that I talk to and see the most, we have so much fun together. My girlfriend Jeaninne is my oldest and dearest friend, we don't talk that often, but when we do we can go on for hours. We just get each other. My girlfriend Denise is my soul mate I think. I just feel so close to her like I can tell her anything and I feel like we'll be friends till we are old and gray.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">36. The majority of my family loves country music, but try as I might, I just can't get into it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">37. My favorite flowers are hydrangeas and lilacs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">38. I miss both of my grandmother's terribly. They were amazing women and I love them both so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">39. When I was 16 I lied about going to a Journey concert, then our car broke down in the Colesium parking lot and we fell asleep in the car. We were awakened in the morning by a sheriff and my DAD knocking on the car window. Not such a good scene. I was with a boy. He was 19. Dad was miffed. It was all worth it to see Journey. Don't you just love them?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>40.</strong> That is my age - 40. Celebrated the big 4-0 back in September. It's a big whatev.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">41. I just previewed my post and realized I need to make these 100 things a bit more concise and to the point.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">42. One of my all-time favorite movies is the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I like to watch it every few months. I never tire of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">43. My first job was at McDonalds at the age of 15. I may have eaten a lot of fattening food, but I learned a lot about good customer service and had tons of fun. That's me in the purple:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">44. I love football. The Browns are disappointing, but I love to watch me some Buckeye football. O-H...anyone? anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">45. I love the smells of new babies, the ocean, and a summer rain. Oh yeah, and lilacs and garlic too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">46. I do not cook. I <em>can,</em> but I don't. Steve is the chef in our house, and he is great at it. It runs in his family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">47. I miss the days of childhood when time was spent swimming, playing kickball, roaming in the woods, sledding at the hill, and playing Ghost in the Graveyard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">48. I learned to read when I was 4 years old. I didn't go to Kindergarten. I didn't skip that year, I just stayed home instead (early days of homeschool I guess). When I started first grade Sister Adele took me all around the school so I could read the newspaper to the other teachers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">49. When I was in the first grade my 12 year old brother went to live with his dad. I didn't get to see him until I was 10 years old. What were those adults thinking? I just can't figure it out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">50. I have just three words for you: <strong>C</strong>hipotle <strong>F</strong>ajita <strong>B</strong>urrito. <em>(Cue Hallelujah chorus now.)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">51. I graduated high school in 1987. I was an 80's girl. I had big hair, I rocked my Jordache jeans and Firenza sweaters, and if given the chance baby, I could wang-chung tonight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">52. My dream jobs (not necessarily in this order) are Real Estate Agent, Private Investigator, Wedding Planner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">53. I have a mild obsession with Brad Pitt. I have for years. If you haven't seen Legends of the Fall - stop what you are doing and go rent it. Now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">54. I was a Girl Scout Leader for 6 years. I loved it and I miss those girls. They are now all in high school and Girl Scouts is a thing of the past. It's a shame. High School is when the girl scouts get to travel to cool places like Australia and Greece.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">55. Speaking of travel. My list of 5 places I want to visit? Italy, New Zealand, Egypt, England, and the Netherlands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">56. In 2011 my Aunt and I are planning a trip to Newfoundland, Canada. She doesn't fly so I'll be driving for like 4,736 hours. But it will be worth it. My great-grandmother was from Newfoundland.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">57. I used to watch the Soaps. Originally it was Another World and Days of our Lives. One was cancelled and one went sci-fi. After that I got hooked on Y&R and B&B, but I gave them up years ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">58. I am good at math. Like freaky good. In college I took math classes every semester, not because I had to, but because it was my "fun" class. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">59. Ketchup and french fries should have there own food group. And it should be recommended to have 2-4 servings per day. Just saying is all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">60. I used to sell Creative Memories. I could have been good at, you know, if Sales was my thing. I'm a good scrapbooker though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">61. I don't drink ever, but when I do it's either a Long Island Iced Tea or a Sangria.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">62. I went White Water Rafting a few years ago in Tennessee. I want to do it again, it was a blast!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">63. I am deathly afraid of heights. As in I get dizzy in a 4-story stairwell and I can't look out the windows of tall buildings without freaking out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">64. One thing I am not afraid of is cemeteries. I love them, especially really old ones. My daughter isn't afraid either, because I dragged her to so many through the years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">65. Horror movies? Not such a fan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">66. In the 8th grade I dressed up as the Statue of Liberty. That's me with my best friend Terri. She was Cinderella. She is looking all happy with her princess self, isn't she? I say <em>whatever</em> to her.<em> </em>She might have a tiara and one shoe, but I have fire, a toga, and no curfew. That makes Lady Liberty way more fun if you ask me.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">77. My favorite <strong>fried</strong> food is Fried Dill Pickles from Hooters. Yummy!! We get them whenever we are in Columbus because there is no Hooters Restaurant in our part of Ohio.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">82. I am quickly getting hooked on the tv show GLEE. So fresh and so fun!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">83. I cannot stand Adam Lambert. No! Not because he is gay! I dont' give a hoot about that. It's because I didn't like him when he was on Idol (I voted Kris Allen), and I don't like him now. Some people predict big things for him, but I predict a "flash in the pan". He's too theatrical for me. If I wanted to see Broadway I would go to New York.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">84. Speaking of the Big Apple, my girlfriend and I are taking our daughters to NYC for their 16th Birthday next summer. Our girls were born on the same day, same year. But we only just met 3 1/2 years ago.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">86. I am hooked on decorating magazines. I have subscriptions to Better Homes and Gardens, Midwest Living, and Real Simple. I also buy tons of others.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">87. I secretly want to spend hundereds of dollars on a Coach purse but won't allow myself to do it.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">93. My sister and I promised each other we would go to Egypt the year she turned 25 and I turned 40. Yeah, that would be this year and it looks like it isn't happening.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">100. It was not entirely as easy as I thought coming up with 100 things, but it was fun. I am sure over the next few days I'll think of 50 more things that I should have added. If you made it all the way through the list, thanks for sticking with it, and thanks for being my blogging buddy!</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-79205563757099284962009-12-04T16:00:00.002-05:002009-12-04T16:00:02.488-05:00Radio City Christmas Spectacular<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A couple of weeks ago I was gifted with tickets to the <a href="http://www.radiocitychristmas.com/nationaltour/">Radio City Christmas Spectacular</a>. I wish I could say that I saw it in NYC, but alas it was here in Ohio. This was the first time that I have seen the Rockettes perform. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Being a big fan of dancing and Christmas, I was so excited to see the show. </span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-980987862375266642009-12-03T22:47:00.002-05:002009-12-03T22:48:53.919-05:00Cat Fix<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One of our favorite youtube videos. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So cute. I just had to share.</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-28968977416998131102009-11-26T09:32:00.000-05:002009-11-26T09:32:03.483-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZ5DHGgcWn8-68dkjE-WPMyC_xR2FFp2sr-D0VZf70G_AKKGq5oMHt-kMSbJfCA92U3JI6FzjoNspIl-R-eynrQGtAHMNsmOWtQDQQAqjooZ0aT2-4461Q-nlaRiNHE9ceXjKQTVAupsX/s1600/sesame_street_thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZ5DHGgcWn8-68dkjE-WPMyC_xR2FFp2sr-D0VZf70G_AKKGq5oMHt-kMSbJfCA92U3JI6FzjoNspIl-R-eynrQGtAHMNsmOWtQDQQAqjooZ0aT2-4461Q-nlaRiNHE9ceXjKQTVAupsX/s400/sesame_street_thanksgiving.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I grew up in a large family. I have tons of brothers, and one lil' sis. There are seven of us siblings in total. During the first two weeks of December, over half of us will celebrate a birthday. (Apparently my parents have a thing for the month of March). The youngest will be 22 and the oldest will celebrate his 47th. Even though we were all spread out, I loved being in a large family. There <strike>were</strike> are so many wonderful things about it, that the good far outweighs the bad. I decided years ago that I wanted a large family as well. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fast forward to 2009, and I have reached the over-ripe age of 40, and those two munchkins up there looking all cute and yummy? Those two munchkins are now 15 and 20. And that is it. Just 2. They are my blessings, and someone, somewhere chose to bless me with 2 children. And no more than that. I have been OK with that. Most of the time. Lately? Not so much.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am having yearnings. My clock is starting to sound its alarm, and I am crumbling in despair. Why? Why? This is what I ask myself. "Self? Why are torturing you? Why do want another child? Why do you want to start over again?" I don't have a clear answer for </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that. I can't explain it. Sometimes I think it's my mind's way of denying that I am now in my "40's". Part of me thinks I want another chance. Another chance at what? I've done a damn fine job with my kids, if I do say so myself. Maybe another chance at doing it absolutely right? Won't I be a better Mom at 40 than I was at 20 and 25? Mostly I think it is because being a Mom is all I have ever known. My baby boy arrived when I was just 19 years old. I grew up with him. Being a Mom has defined me for 20 years and I don't know what I will do without being a Mom. My baby will be off to college in a couple of years and that will be that.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My husband says "You'll still be a Mom forever". Really? Really? Please shut the hell up. You are not me. You are not the Mom. You do not ache to feel a child growing inside of you. You do not yearn to nurse another hungry tummy. You do not dream about the infant, toddler, and growing up years. I want it all again. I want the good and the bad. The joys and the heartaches. The fun and the sleepless nights. I want. I want. I want.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here I am. I will love my husband and forgive him for denying me the right to be a Mom again. I will calm myself and focus my attentions elsewhere and eventually these feelings will fade. I <strong><em>will</em></strong> be a Mom forever. I will love those 2 munchkins with all of my heart. Because they are my blessings, they are my heart, and they are my very soul. I will love them and someday? Someday they will give me <em><strong>grandchildren</strong>.</em> *sigh*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today is a day of mourning.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today Oprah </span><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091120/ap_on_en_tv/us_winfrey_show_ending"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">announces the end</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> of The Oprah Winfrey Show.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Next season, 2010-2011, will be Season 25 and her last season on network TV.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The talk show began in 1986. (I was a Senior in high school!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She has been faithfully there for me for the past 24 years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Say what you want about Oprah, but she is <strong>"my guuurrrrl".</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have always loved and admired Oprah, and I will miss her.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">However....do not dispair yet, oh legions of oprah fans...she won't be gone for good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The new Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN) is set to debut in 2011. It is being formed in conjunction with Discovery Channel and will take the place of Discovery Health in millions of homes across the U.S.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe she'll just move the talk show over to OWN?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A girl can only hope.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*sigh*</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-71434596367768739452009-11-13T21:37:00.001-05:002009-11-13T21:40:00.631-05:00Peace out, Girl Scout<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yep, it's that time again. I am leaving for the weekend to attend a cheerleading/dance competition. As I divulged a few posts back....I <strong>am</strong> a crazy cheer mom. Well, you probably guessed the crazy part already! Duh! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So have a great weekend, hope you do something fun for yourselves. Me? I will spend 2 full days in a convention center listening to the heart thumping, headache inducing music that is a cheer routine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Have a great weekend! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Be back Monday!</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-21794120247107810892009-11-09T15:44:00.000-05:002009-11-09T15:44:47.332-05:00Lordie, Lordie, Look Who's 40!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0_5nuDYPEuKqtQ26THpzfQau1LH82Rb8UGL_F1ozRAADsdmXCvKpU-ZPtxiax4xyxam1LlQA31l6uHoat76TeHn0jeVgcWF-j1GEenfTY1cc-7xzodH2EifozGKFFKUMLq23qxf-ULZl/s1600-h/Sesame%2520Group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0_5nuDYPEuKqtQ26THpzfQau1LH82Rb8UGL_F1ozRAADsdmXCvKpU-ZPtxiax4xyxam1LlQA31l6uHoat76TeHn0jeVgcWF-j1GEenfTY1cc-7xzodH2EifozGKFFKUMLq23qxf-ULZl/s400/Sesame%2520Group.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Sesame Street!! <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who knew that Sesame Street and I were born the same year? As far as I knew, Sesame Street had always been there. I vaguely remember watching as a kid. However, there were many years that our home was TV-less, so unfortuately Grover and Cookie Monster did not do much forming for me in my formative years.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oddly enough the most vivid memory of Sesame Street from my childhood was from when I was about 10 years old. For whatever reason we had a TV repairman in the house (I guess the TV had been reinstated at this point), and he was doing some tweaking to the picture with my brother and I looking on in eager anticipation of a working television. As the guy is working away, up pops a picture-perfect image of Big Bird, and the repairman turns to my brother and I and says in his best "baby talk" voice: <em>"Who is that? *gasp* Is that Big Bird? Do you like Big Bird?"</em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the time was son was born in 1989, Sesame Street was celebrating its 20th Birthday. I can tell you this, Sesame Street was HUGE in my house in the early 90's. How do you think mommy had time to <strike>talk on the phone</strike> clean house and cook if not for the magic of the gang from NYC? My son was hooked. h.o.o.k.e.d. When he was a toddler all toys and gifts were Sesame Street related. Here is a photo of him from Christmas 1990 receiving Dress Me Up Ernie. From that day forward to be forever known as "Ernie Baby". He went everywhere with us, and become his best bud.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ernie-Baby even slept with him at night. He was propped up on the pillow against the wall as the official bottle holder. The bottle. Full of orange juice. Yeah, ok? What was I thinking? Nothing like letting my two-year old suck on a sugar filled, acid beverage all night long? Eck. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Funny thing is, he's got the best teeth ever! All of his teeth were in at age 8, including his 12 year molars! He rarely had a cavity growing up and never needed braces either! Maybe I found the answer to perfect teeth, OJ. Who knew?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, here's wishing Sesame Street a very Happy 40th Birthday!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for teaching my son that spelling, counting, and reading can be fun!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh yeah, and watching TV too!<br />
</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-11212582603685496512009-11-07T22:46:00.002-05:002009-11-07T22:50:56.578-05:00And now for something a bit more cheery....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lizzie and I</span> made a trip to Old Navy yesterday.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I got the bright yellow slippers in the photo above.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am saving them for next weekend's cheer competition.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Because, yes, the rumors are true.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It makes me happy in this gray landscape of <strike>winter</strike> November.</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-79773001548531303222009-11-06T21:27:00.001-05:002009-11-06T21:31:02.543-05:00And how's that workin for ya?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSP1rAsKOnVuwgwd-U4cEiI3W533ZYZ_e_WHrw1j2GAOXZqwLMOisfSXSc_BuTwL-z3Kh5ZXC5ACNImZnhuvBY0gA74Q9lgKYxJYZvUP63IGJYbQVstbH6aiUgY-Qk3mIHLl_OoSKOkrg/s1600-h/rant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSP1rAsKOnVuwgwd-U4cEiI3W533ZYZ_e_WHrw1j2GAOXZqwLMOisfSXSc_BuTwL-z3Kh5ZXC5ACNImZnhuvBY0gA74Q9lgKYxJYZvUP63IGJYbQVstbH6aiUgY-Qk3mIHLl_OoSKOkrg/s320/rant.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hey there. Did you every have the need to just rant? Rant because if you hold it all in you might just implode? Rant because the silence is deafening. The gulf is wide. The anger is your only friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm ok with that, anger being my friend, that is. I am not ready to forgive. I am reveling in my anger. Right now it is keeping me strong and keeping you weak. Do I want you to be weak? Not necessarily, but maybe your weakness will be to you what your words were to me. They were lonely. They were stinging. You suck. Maybe my silence and unwillingness to forgive is too harsh, or maybe it is immature, or maybe it is stubborn. Whatever it is, I dont' give a shit. I will not apologize for my feelings. I will not apologize for who I am. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is me. This is who I have always been and it looks as if I won't be a'changin anytime in the forseeable future. If you don't want to be my friend right now, that's ok. I don't want to be yours either. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Forgiveness is a fickle <strike>bitch </strike>thing. Or wait, maybe that's me? Maybe I will forgive, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll choose to forgive eventually. Who am I kidding? I always forgive. I just find it incredibly difficult to forget. I try, it's just hard as hell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Please think before you speak. Take responsibility. Realize who you are dealing with. This is me remember? The one who has been known to <strike>go off the deep end</strike> get a bit annoyed. I may talk too much, but I am damn good at silence. Have fun with it. My silence that is. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know I sound harsh. I realize I should forgive. I've heard it all before: "To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” Blah-dee-friggin-dah-blah-blah. I don't care right now. I really don't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What am I trying to say? Why am I rambling? Because you have hurt me and I'm mad as hell. I don't want the hurt to go away. I don't want to be right or wrong. It doesn't really matter. I don't want to make up. Right now I just want to be hurt, angry, alone, and free. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>"The stupid neither forgive nor forget; </em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>the naive forgive and forget; </em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><em>the wise forgive but do not forget".</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I've never been accused of being stupid or naive. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When I am over it, you'll know. Until that time - you are on your own. You don't like? Pray for me.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-7407747211386770202009-10-25T11:24:00.001-04:002009-10-25T11:27:22.987-04:00Lizzie, r u ok? r u ok? r u ok Lizzie?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Wow! This has been such a long week</span> for everyone here in our house. The piglet is finally over her swine flu, but the Mono lingers on. Did I mention that she had Mono at this same exact time <strong>last year</strong>? Methinks someone upstairs is trying to tell us something. This child needs to slow down!! She is a good student in the 10th grade, she is a football cheerleader plus she is on the competition squad at school. Then there is the whole all-star thing. She dances & cheers competitively and she is at practice for that 4 days per week. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yeah, I'd say it's time for her poor little body to sloooow way down.</span> <br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Before she fell ill I agreed to take her to the opening of <a href="http://www.thisisit-movie.com/">Michael Jackson's new movie</a>. THE. OPENING. As in Tuesday night at Midnight. "It'll be OK", I said. "So she sleeps in and gets to school late, or god forbid misses a day of school. She's a good student. She can handle it". Oh how silly of me! She missed this entire past week of school. That's 5 days. What do I do? Do I take her to the movie on Tuesday, and risk her being exhausted all day Wednesday. Or do I forfeit the cost of 3 tickets, and break her little heart? What to do? What to do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">You see, her hip-hop team is doing an MJ routine this year (no, not because he died. They actually started it in May), and I feel as if this movie would be like a personal dance lesson from Michael himself. So important for Lizzie and all the kids on her team to see. Not that we can't go another time, but seriously folks where is the fun in that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What do you think? Should I take her, or no? </span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-11844448407703086212009-10-21T14:54:00.002-04:002009-10-21T14:54:47.002-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgioHr8SkhMhn6wmRA6fjhXcD1w0H-3MUucjInrfhLHWxjxPR9jcKKVmYRWK4nzFML8RKGP_4DHTvXU9I53mF5NHRf7hplcs_4cDizm94OdMqQWKTYVkkGrROU_gnQh3tUy6uRH4Czn7MYl/s1600-h/DSC08498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgioHr8SkhMhn6wmRA6fjhXcD1w0H-3MUucjInrfhLHWxjxPR9jcKKVmYRWK4nzFML8RKGP_4DHTvXU9I53mF5NHRf7hplcs_4cDizm94OdMqQWKTYVkkGrROU_gnQh3tUy6uRH4Czn7MYl/s400/DSC08498.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-47712559471048589182009-10-20T22:28:00.000-04:002009-10-20T22:28:26.937-04:00karma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_Ei3PXqOetjCfiZ0yOA9vsSu7Fnh7GGGw_bU52EkCY-Wt_K8iIDH5med-3CXt-5hK5q3VyqvypFM3mOcRsygf5EEEbqsJ7YIXLlzOz_1Scp-Bu_-k3FI-gP0a-JGwPloyoNOORAw9FZi/s1600-h/swine-flu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_Ei3PXqOetjCfiZ0yOA9vsSu7Fnh7GGGw_bU52EkCY-Wt_K8iIDH5med-3CXt-5hK5q3VyqvypFM3mOcRsygf5EEEbqsJ7YIXLlzOz_1Scp-Bu_-k3FI-gP0a-JGwPloyoNOORAw9FZi/s400/swine-flu.gif" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So last Thursday I thought I'd be cute and post a funny little comic about swine flu starring the lovable Pooh & Piglet. I should have known better than to pick on the poor little creatures of Hundred Acre Wood. They didn't deserve it. And what do I get for doing that? Well, karma has come around and bit me in the ass. Or should I say bit my daughter? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Poor little Lizzie has been struck with the <strong>Swine Flu</strong>. Not only does she have that miserable affliction, she ALSO has <strong>Mono</strong>. Really? Really? The poor kid can't even get her self to the bathroom. Forget the fact that the grading period ends next week and her grades will most likely take a nose dive, she doesn't even have the energy to watch her beloved Degrassi. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If I catch swine flu, I will not be a happy camper!! I've never washed my hands more in my life. Here's a glass of water. *<em>wash my hands</em>* Let me feel your forehead. *<em>wash my hands</em>* Time to take your medicine. *<em>wash my hands</em>* </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Talk about paranoid. I'm already a germaphobe, now I'm going stir crazy. Steve walked in the door from work tonight and I smiled from ear to ear as if he'd shown up with chocolates and flowers. Reinforcements! Yay! Please just put me in a bubble and wake me when it's over! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">OK. Enough about me. The poor girl is moaning for me from the other room, so mom computer time is over.</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-88914519179225510382009-10-15T17:50:00.003-04:002009-10-15T17:53:43.857-04:00Just a little swine flu humor.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Henry, oh Henry. How cute are you? Does anyone read </span><a href="http://byebyepie.typepad.com/bye_bye_pie/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bye, Bye, Pie</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">? It's only one of my favorite blogs <em>ever</em>. Occasionally June will generously share with us her sweet kitties Henry, Winston, and Francis. (Oh yeah, she has a dog too).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">June has me in stitches on a daily basis, she is reallllllllly funny and I love all of her TV and 70's and 80's references. One of the best parts of her blog are the comments on each posts. Her faithful readers carry on "chats" in her comments sections that are almost as good as reading the posts themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In case you are wondering, I am definitely on </span><a href="http://byebyepie.typepad.com/bye_bye_pie/2009/07/do-you-read-my-comments-because-i-honestly-think-i-have-the-funniest-commenters-they-are-like-the-hamburger-helpers-of-this.html"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Team Henry"</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> after this post.</span><br />
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</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2931374997883512884.post-26803893412125044752009-10-11T13:21:00.001-04:002009-10-11T13:22:20.288-04:00Never a thought.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilbEL8frscSpwnZ1ow-tt6LvguwT3bvwZLn_-jRODClqXUykLgTYs7FiBTOLI-9goiWInuhU9WeRtsvDKGwTiOZAsriwm9tV_NmsnxvbRfbRZG0IUgWoHmMVPi_c3FWyHM13Fp9UqfYtJ/s1600-h/sunflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilbEL8frscSpwnZ1ow-tt6LvguwT3bvwZLn_-jRODClqXUykLgTYs7FiBTOLI-9goiWInuhU9WeRtsvDKGwTiOZAsriwm9tV_NmsnxvbRfbRZG0IUgWoHmMVPi_c3FWyHM13Fp9UqfYtJ/s400/sunflower.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once upon a time I made a decision; a life changing decision. I chose to quit smoking. I was successful (thanks to Chantix) and I don't wish for them, crave them, or yearn for them. When I am stressed, or tired, or anxious, or unable to deal, they are no longer my first thought. I feel healed. I feel whole. I feel like if I could zoom in and do a driveby of my lungs that they would have their color back. They woud be pink and thankful. They might be a bit worse for wear, they might not be perfect, but they would be healing and breathing and full of life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It was a difficult decision to make. A decision that once made, was set in stone. Solid in my mind and solid in my convictions. I just knew it was time. So on that day I smoked my last cigarette, took my last drag, inhaled my last bit of my drug of choice, said goodbye to my best friend, and have not looked back since. It is gone from my mind, gone forever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The day came and went so quickly. I didn't occur to me what day it was. I forgot to stop and think about that life-changing decision I made. It was one of the most important days of my life. October 8th. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It slipped by unnoticed, unremarkable, without even a thought. October 8th slipped by without even a whisper of importance. You see it was the two-year anniversary of that faithful day. And just like the cigarettes, it passed by without even a thought</span>.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226821704696747656noreply@blogger.com2