tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80438449730127570282024-02-21T00:27:29.145-05:00Hit or MissThe Random Thoughts of My Everyday HappeningsErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-74102533205235260472013-08-20T08:41:00.001-04:002013-08-20T08:41:08.479-04:00First Day of SchoolIt happened, People...Sunday night I went to sleep and everything was normal...when I woke up Monday morning, I was the Mom of a Kindergarten student...How is it even possible that Hannah is old enough to be in Kindergarten? I hate that every day she wants to tell me that she will be 6 on her next birthday...don't get me wrong, I am happy that she is excited to be older so she can do new things, but I am so sad at the same time because she is growing up MUCH to quickly. She is one amazing gal though. I would not trade her for any other little girl (someone PLEASE remind me of that when I am the recipient of her next batch of High Octane Sass...)<br />
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I, much like EVERY OTHER PARENT, decided that it would be a good idea to drive Hannah to school and take her to her classroom. This very well may have been the worst idea I have ever had. The traffic for the "drop off" lane was backed into several streets...I ended up parking at the Electricity company across the street and we walked to school from there...I don't know how kids aren't considered tardy every morning because there is NO WAY all the kids made it to class on time. <br />
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I did happen to get teary eyed as I walked Hannah to her class. I probably would have lost it if her class wasn't so far down the hallway-AND if I didn't have a moment of clarity where I realized that if I started crying then there was a MUCH higher chance that Hannah would start crying and get scared...(not to mention that I do not want to be THAT parent who embarrasses her kid on the first day of Kindergarten...seriously, there is plenty of time for embarrassing moments) I pulled myself together and we BOTH made it to her classroom without any tears. Before I left her room she ran to me grabbed my leg-gave me a hug and then sat back down at her desk...I had to leave or we would have had a situation...and by we-I mean me and by situation I mean-uncontrollable ugly crying status... I didn't even stay for the "Boo Hoo Breakfast" the PTA sponsored that morning-I feel certain that I would not have been the only one crying, but it was probably best for everyone that I start the 10 mile hike back to my car-and for any of you who do not live in the Charleston vicinity-the humidity yesterday was RIDICULOUS...I am sure I was sporting a nice<em> Southern Glow...</em> but not to worry, the traffic still had not gotten any better by the time I reached my car so I had PLENTY of time to <strike>sit in traffic</strike> cool off in the air conditioning before making it to work. <br />
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I was so excited to pick up Hannah so she could tell me all about her day. She told me she made lots of new friends and that they got to eat lunch in the BIG cafeteria-like a picnic on a table with all of her friends-AND that one of her friends from preschool was in her class (but she sits at the orange table and Hannah sits at the purple table so they ate lunch together...oh to be 5 again).<br />
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This morning, I was smart...I decided it would be MUCH easier for Hannah to take the bus to school instead of me trying to endure the drop off lane traffic (seriously-there are not 1 not 2 but 3 schools RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER that share an entrance for the drop off lane...3 schools...that is a LOT of cars at one time) and risking the "My baby is not a baby anymore tears" for the second day in a row...This was a much better idea...though we did have to wake up incredibly early because her bus picks up at 6:37...no wonder little kids have an early bed time-they have to get up before the roosters to make it to the bus stop on time...We made it-she boarded the bus like she was a veteran...didn't even stop to give me a hug-I don't even think she waved to me as they pulled away...I think pieces of my heart may still be found at the bus stop...my baby is not a baby anymore...Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-36884906494010775082013-06-13T09:37:00.001-04:002013-06-13T09:37:44.538-04:00And Then There Were Two...As usual, I have not blogged in a pretty long time, but this time, I really
do have a good (well, better than usual) excuse... Hannah's little brother is
here!<br />
Bennett Michael made his debut on April 26th weighing in at 8 pounds and 5
ounces and was allegedly 18 & 3/4 inches long...I will get into that a bit
later. It is hard to believe I have 2 children!<br />
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Bennett's labor was fairly uneventful...I will spare you any of the <em>grosser</em>
details...I was contracting on a regular basis-but really wasn't
dilating...which is pretty important if you are going to be delivering a
baby...so my doctor made the executive decision to start the maximum dosage of
pitocin possible. Now, I am no stranger to the pitocin-as I was induced with
Hannah and things progressed very nicely and her labor was actually pretty
easy...I don't recall having too much pain-in fact, the most painful part was
getting the epidural...probably because I called for it before I was in actual
pain- don't get me wrong, I was experiencing discomfort when I asked for it,
but not real pain...because of this, I tricked myself into thinking I has a
higher pain tolerance than I really do...that and one of my very dear friends
delivered not 1 but both of her sons naturally without an epidural so I
thought, hey-maybe I can too...wrong.very wrong.could not have been more wrong
if I tried.<br />
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Because I was not dilating, I was at solid 4 centimeters for a long
time...for about 98% of my labor actually...(hence the decision to dial up the
pitocin) and because I had tricked myself into thinking I could try for a delivery
sans epidural, I took the nurse (who was amazing by the way) up on her offer of
a drug that would "take the edge off.." I was having very regular
contractions-about 2-3 mins apart, and they were incredibly painful...to the
point that I thought I was going to throw up so I hovered over the trashcan for
a while...now, when the nurse described this drug to me she told me it would
make me sleepy and allow me to take a nap so I could be rested for the actual
delivery- that I would still feel some pain but I would be able to sleep
through it...um, ok, seems like something I could deal with, and a nap sounded
like a great plan since it was 3 pm and I had been there since 6 am with no
dilation progression...so she injected it into my IV (which btw, was the most
painful IV I have ever had I am pretty sure was due to the actual placement of
it...in the side of my wrist...)<br />
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I was laying in the bed waiting for this edge that the nurse spoke of to be
taken off…and apparently I was already over the edge…perhaps I even jumped off
the edge in an effort to end the pain well before I got that drug because it
did not help with anything…in fact, the only thing it did was make me sleepy…so
there I was, unable to open my eyes because they were so heavy, but feeling the
worst pain I had ever experienced in my life, but I couldn’t tell anyone
because I was all drugged up and sleepy…terrible-I would not wish that on
anyone…after about an hour, I was able to coherently tell the Hubs that I was ready
for my epidural…so the Mister tells the nurse I am ready for it…and that dang anesthesiologist
took his sweet time getting up to my room-no lie like an hour and 15 mins-my
contractions are about a min apart and yet, I am still only 4 cm…that man
finally gets to my room and was, quite possibly, the slowest talker I have ever
met…and I know I was not the nicest person to him, but seriously, had he of
made his way to the room, even 30 mins sooner, I would have been able to be
nicer…none the less…if you have ever had an epidural, you know that you cannot
have one administered if you are contracting…please recall I said mine were a
minute apart and I was only 4 cm…so that means…it was a difficult time to try
and get the so desired epidural…I am not kidding you when I say that that man
stuck me 8 times…8 times people, with that larger than life needle in my
back-at one point I turned around and demanded that he tell me if he was almost
done...<br />
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At this point, I was not cranky because of the contractions at this point, I was
cranky because I could feel an incredible amount of pressure…so much so, I was
pretty sure Bennett was on his way out…if he wasn’t partially out already…FINALLY
the anesthesiologist was able to get my epi in, just in time, because the nurse
checked, and sure enough I went from 4 cm to ready to push in about 10 mins…we
are pretty sure it is because I sat up to get the epidural, if I had asked for
one sooner, then Bennett would have likely made his appearance sooner…oh well…that
poor anesthesiologist was still in the room when Bennett was born…I was able to
benefit a little from the epidural…<br />
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Because I was at 4 cm for so long, my Dr. did not think I was going to
be delivering as quickly as I did…but really no one thought I would so who can
blame her- I should also tell you that my Dr. alone had 6 women in labor that
day…6…and unfortunately, she was delivering another baby when I was ready to go…luckily
the hospital has their own doctors on the floor for that very reason, and one
came to my rescue…a woman I never met before delivered my baby…and I am so
thankful for her!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My doctor came to my
room about 30 mins after Bennett was born…<br />
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Now, you may recall that I said Bennett was <em>allegedly</em> 18 and ¾ inches long…well
when we went for his 2 week appointment, he was 22 inches long…our pediatrician
firmly believes he was measured incorrectly at birth, but it doesn’t matter
because that is what is on his birth certificate…at 2 weeks, Bennett was also 9
pounds and 6 ounces…Little Mister eats…a lot…<br />
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He is so different from Hannah when she was a baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He fusses more and always wants to be held…always…even
when he is sleeping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hannah rarely
fussed and LOVED to spend time in her swing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Bennett basically cried whenever he saw the swing…Hannah loved her
bouncy seat…Bennett will scream until we rescue him from the bouncy seat…but
when he is not screaming at us for putting him down, he is the sweetest little
boy who loves to cuddle with his mommy and stare at everything…he is very
curious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His hair is thin and light…whereas
Hannah’s was thick and dark…he seems to be taking after the Hubs when Hubs was
a baby and Hannah definitely took after me.<br />
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Hannah says she likes being a big sister…though her actions do not match her
words…we are having a bit of a difficult adjustment-she has had us all to
herself for nearly 5 years and now she has to take the back seat to the baby
for a while…and she is not a fan of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We are trying to be patient with her because it is such a big change for
her…and she has been attending summer camp to ensure that she is getting to do
a lot of fun things with other kids her age and not feel like everyone is
focused on the baby all the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Camp
seems to be helping her adjust…<br />
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We have been a family of 4 for almost 7 weeks now…well 6 if you include the
2 hounds…so I will try to give more regular updates, but I can’t make any
promises as it is difficult to type with one hand-<br />
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-85340858096993732682013-04-17T13:17:00.000-04:002013-04-17T13:17:49.264-04:00What Not To SayI don't know if you know this, but when a female becomes pregnant people feel like they can say ANYTHING to her...I don't know what it is, but now that I am in my 38th week of pregnancy and the Doctor just informed me that I should expect no 6 pounder, and, in fact, Baby is measuring on the larger side...(Actual conversation below)<br />
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Doc: So...you are an excellent incubator<br />
Me: Um...are you saying that because this baby is showing no signs of EVER wanting to come out?<br />
Doc: Kind of...I mean, it feels like all baby in there...How big was your daughter?<br />
Me: 7.14<br />
Doc: Yeah...This one is going to be <em>bigger </em>than that...you should definitely not expect to have a 6 pounder...<br />
Me: To be clear...are you saying that he is <em>currently </em>bigger than that or that he<em> will </em>be bigger than that when he finally makes his debut? Because to be honest with you, I feel like he is already 6 feet tall and 300 pounds...<br />
Doc: Oh he will be a little smaller than that...<br />
Me: Oh good...so he will be somewhere between 8 and 300 pounds...perfect...<br />
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So that was yesterday...but I have been pregnant for a minute now...speaking of that, I had the following conversation with an actual nurse a few weeks ago...<br />
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Nurse: When is your due date?<br />
Me: May 3<br />
(as she is entering this into her computer) Nurse: So that makes you how far along?<br />
Me: 35 weeks<br />
Nurse: and how many days?<br />
Me: 0 days-<br />
Nurse: Um, that is not possible...<br />
Me: pardon me? I am exactly 35 weeks today... <br />
Nurse: No, my computer says that you are 87 and 1/2 weeks pregnant. <br />
Me: I am sorry, but do I look like an elephant? I assure you, if I were 87 and 1/2 weeks pregnant, I would not be as friendly as I am right now. <br />
Nurse: Hmm...let me see, oh wait...I thought you meant you were due May 3, 2012...<br />
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Where do these nurses come from? I am optimistically assuming that she is not a normal L&D nurse, because if when I actually do go into labor, she is assigned to me, I will not be shy about asking for a new nurse...<br />
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A man at work looked at me last week and said "What are you still doing here?" Considering it was about 2:00 pm I was a bit confused as to why this question was being posed...so I asked him what he was talking about? His response: "Aren't you having a baby?" I said "Not right now, and it isn't like he is going to fall out..."<br />
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At 3 people have asked me if I am ready to "Pop"- Do I appear to be a balloon? Have you ever seen a person just walking down the street and all of a sudden just POP? Weird, me either...<br />
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Are you sure there aren't 2 babies in there? or Wow! You are big! Now, I haven't received these comments this pregnancy-but I did SEVERAL times when I was pregnant with Hans...and at one point, I ran to the bathroom in tears because a co-worker constantly stated how big I was, as if that was a compliment-meanwhile, all I kept hearing was - Holy Eff Lady-you are a whale!!! <br />
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Are you dilating? Um XQ, but I am pretty sure that unless you are the Hubs or I volunteer that information to you because you are in the circle of trust, you do NOT need that information...nor will I be providing that to you, you crazy! <br />
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Was this a planned pregnancy? OK, people...a) again, none of your business and b) Who asks this question? Regardless of the level of planning that was done prior to my baby's conception, it makes no difference...do you really think I am going to respond and say-nope complete accident? (Which I am NOT saying is what this was, to be clear.) But do better people, do better.<br />
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This is not a statement or a question but an action-Listen people...Do NOT and I repeat DO NOT reach out and touch a pregnant person's belly EVER without first asking permission. You would not reach out and grab a non-pregnant person's body part without asking first right? right. Additionally...if baby isn't moving you won't be feeling much anyway...just a belly...just ask-and don't get upset if she says no-personal space people...personal space. <br />
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Are you going to eat that?! Is it on my plate? Then my answer is yes, you don't need to ask nor judge...I, personally am not eating any weird combinations of food so are you just commenting on the amount of food I am eating? My portion sizes are not really any larger than what I was eating pre-pregnancy, so there really is no reason for that question, so my response is yep-you jealous? or yep-are YOU going to eat that? <br />
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Hubs and I are not name sharing until Baby arrives-which makes people crazy. Now, there are people who just accept that they won't know the name until he makes his Public Debut, and then there are people who just get so upset and take it personally and think that we are only keeping it a secret from them...like the rest of the world knows and they don't...Even Hannah doesn' t know Baby's name-poor girl thinks his name is Peanut...I don' t know what will happen when she finds out that that isn't his permanent name...she may just call him Peanut for the rest of his life...But the reason we are not name sharing is because we don't want to hear your personal stories about how you feel about the "Stacy, Cassie, Brian, Joe" in your life...or that when you hear it you think wow-stripper/serial killer...you would be surprised how often it happens...and don't try to deny it, you have done this too-you may not realize it, but you have done it, and I assure you, it offended at least one person. <br />
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You have to go to the bathroom again? Yes, the answer is always yes. I realize I just sat down from going to the bathroom 2 minutes ago, but yes, I do have to go again. Thank you for being the bathroom police...and for the record...pregnant people have to have the cleanest hands of all people because of all of the hand washing that happens after going to the bathroom every 2 minutes...<br />
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Wow your feet are swollen... You don't say? I had no idea how large my feet and kankels have gotten-I have no idea that my shoes and sandals aren't fitting and I now have rolls on my feet-and that they literally hurt to touch them...thank you for telling me...<br />
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You look tired...OK, I am making a person...literally growing a human, I wake up to go to the bathroom several times at night, and I work all day long-and have, to date, been successful in not exploding in a hormonal rage on anyone for any of the ridiculous things that the people with which I work have said, and go home to play with my 4 year old, 2 dogs and try to have conversations with the Hubs-of course I am tired...even if I wasn't growing another human, I would still be tired...all I hear is WOW-You look like doody...<br />
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Are you going to work until you are in labor? Well, yes, that is the plan...there isn't much else for me to do and I would like to save my leave to use when the baby is actually here so we can enjoy some time together...don't worry, again, he isn't going to just fall out-and if I think I am in labor, I will just call up the doctor and go in to get checked-I would not just try to finish what I was working on and come on into the office like nothing is happening...believe me, I don't want to go into labor at work...my biggest fear is that my water will break while I am at work...I don't think you can come back from that...<br />
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Your face isn't big at all! Wait...what? What do you mean my face isn't big-is my face supposed to swell up like a balloon or like I am having an allergic reaction? anyone? Know what does look big-my belly, thighs, and back fat-so maybe the "bigness" has just concentrated in the other areas and just hasn't reached my face...I really don't recall my face getting big before though...<br />
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Do you have stretch marks? Um...ok...again, none of your business if I look like a tiger under my clothes or not-would you ask me this if I wasn't pregnant and what would you say if I asked you that? Xactly. Don't ask. <br />
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When is that baby gonna come out? Um-if I knew the answer to this I would be rich and I would never have to run into people like you who ask crazy unanswerable questions...he will come out when he is good and ready...or when my doctor determines that he is good and ready...<br />
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Oh-I would have thought that you would have had your baby by now...Um really? I am due May 3...why would you think that at any time prior to then I would have had my baby? I mean, I am not trying to hold the record for world's longest pregnancy (thank you ridiculous nurse from above conversation) nor am I trying to rush this baby out of the womb before he is done cooking-so let's just let this 40 week process ride...<br />
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When I was pregnant I...Stop.right.there. Every person is different-what happened to you will not happen to me, and, in fact, what happened to me when I was pregnant with Hannah is not at all what is-or has- happened to me this time around...so don't try to scare me or tell me horror stories about your experiences or how you had a dream pregnancy...<br />
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When I was in labor...Again. Stop yourself. What happened to you is what happened to YOU-my experience will be different because I am me-period. I don't want to hear your L&D horror stories...I know for sure we will have the same ending though-baby is out and hopefully both baby and mom are healthy...the end. <br />
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Not everything is bad though...<br />
The other day a woman stopped me and said: "Wow you look beautiful," Thank you new BFF, you literally made my day because I was feeling like a whale and just wanted to blend in and have no one notice me.<br />
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I, by no means, am speaking for every pregnant person out there...I am speaking for myself...but really it boils down to -just think before you speak/act. The world will be a better place for us all.<br />
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-4501683459922995782013-03-15T10:21:00.001-04:002013-03-15T10:21:21.340-04:0016Hi Loves!<br />
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In continuing with the Letters to my child(ren) the next topic in our series is:<br />
List 10 things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could...OK...even I am only <em>slightly </em>older than 16 this may take me a little while to work on...hang in there though, I am sure it will be worth the read... ;)<br />
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Love you to pieces-<br />
Mommy<br />
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I was a Junior in high school in Virginia when I was 16...let's see here...<br />
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1) Your Dad wasn't kidding around-if you do not learn to drive a stick shift, you will not have a car to drive to school...you should probably consider taking him up on his <em>several</em> offers to teach you well in advance of the day before school starts...this will make the trip to school the next day MUCH smoother and far less embarrassing...you should probably also thank your dad for his willingness to teach you to drive a 5 speed, because this is a very useful skill set that most people do not possess and it comes in handy more times than you will remember as you continue to grow up.<br />
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2) You will have plenty of relationships throughout your life, even though it feels like your heart is broken-you will be okay. There really are more fish in the sea, and PLEASE remember that the sea is MUCH bigger than Hickory High School, the city of Chesapeake, or even the state of Virginia (side note-this does not mean that I tried to date all of the guys in those areas, I am really just trying to give some perspective here...). You won't meet the Love of your Life for a while, so PLEASE try to enjoy life and not focus on who is dating who...<br />
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3) Make sure you make time for people in your life AFTER you move...(OK, this is cheating a little bit, because I didn't technically move until I was 17, but it is important) This is something you will regret when you are much older.<br />
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4) It is never a good idea to drink a lot of cheap beer in one sitting...especially when you are 16. I firmly believe that my extreme dislike for the taste of beer is a direct result of downing a lot of cheap beer in one sitting...I recently told a former coworker of mine that I did not like beer, and he told me that it was impossible for someone not to like beer based on the fact that there are over 3,000 types out there, so he is making it his mission to find me a beer that I do like...which, obviously has been put on hold based on the fact that one of you is currently growing in my belly...but eventually I will be accepting his challenge (side note, I am not encouraging you to drink underage, I am merely pointing out that just because you had one or 2 bad experiences with something doesn't mean you should give up on it forever...people change...and as Hannah just learned, you have to try new things because you just might like them...)<br />
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5) If you see a toilet on the side of the road, make sure it doesn't have any water in it before you pick it up and put it in the back of your friend's car...Stop shaking your head immediately...So one day I was in the car with my friend Alana and her sister Audrey, I am not sure from where we were headed but, we were on our way home and it was dark outside. We all happened to notice a toilet on the side of the road...which you just don't see everyday, so of course, the natural thing to do is to stop, pick it up and put it in the back of the car...obviously. We may or may not have gotten toilet water on us-I prefer not to think about that though. We then had to decide what we were going to do with this gem! After careful consideration, we decided that the perfect new home for this toilet would be our friend Stewart's front yard...complete with a few construction cones and some toilet paper...(I am hoping to find the pictures of these shenanigans for you to enjoy)<br />
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6) If you put a toilet in some one's front yard, be prepared for payback. So apparently Stewart was so excited to have a new shiny potty in his yard that he decided that both Alana and I needed new yard decorations as well...so a few days later I walked out of my house to go to my car and drive to school (I think I might have even been picking up Alana that morning...) and I was greeted by several bright orange construction cones with pinwheels coming from the top of them on my car...so I said to my self, "Self...where is that toilet?" I drove to pick up Alana, and was then made aware of where the toilet was...it was in her front yard loaded with cheerios and toy boats...this prank war went on for a while...I can't recall all of the details, but I do know that Mom and I were coming home late one night only to discover that our front yard had transformed into a zoo...of VERY large cardboard animals...(think refrigerator and wardrobe boxes here, not standard cardboard boxes...) Prank wars are all fun and games until Mom gets involved...<br />
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7) Pack your sunscreen when you go for overnighters in the OBX because frozen individually packaged slices of American cheese are not very effective at easing the sting of a sunburn. (Are you hanging you head in shame/disgust right now?) So Alana and I went on an overnight trip to the OBX with our friend Blair...We decided that we were only going to lay out on the roof of the place we were staying at for about an hour and a half...and it was overcast outside, so how bad could it be, right?...very bad...worst idea we had in a while...(you know, worst only after not making sure there was no water in the toilet we scored from the side of the road...) we were fried...all 3 of us. We didn't have any aloe or any sort of cooling lotion, and the only thing we came up with to help the burn was to freeze the slices of cheese (in their individual plastic wrappings) and then place them on our burned bodies until they melted from the heat (gross, I know) then put them back in the freezer to refreeze, and start the process over again...don't worry, I am 98% confident no one ate those pieces of cheese...<br />
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8) Unless you are prepared to choke and have your eyes burn-or are in Danger-spraying pepper spray in an enclosed area is not a good idea...I mean, you would think that this would go without saying, but no...My mom always had pepper spray on her set of keys...and I came home from work one night (it was about midnight) and while trying to get a snack and wind down, I happened to see Mom's keys out of the corner of my eye...hello pepper spray...Of course I was smart enough to make sure that the spray would be away from my face-give me a little bit of credit here) but not smart enough to realize that if you spray it into the sink while you are standing right in front of it, the pepper particles will still get in your eyes and the back of your throat and cause you to have a horrible coughing fit...just know that no matter how good of an idea you think it is, you really don't need to see what pepper spray looks like...nor should you spray it in the house...<br />
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9) You are going to find yourself struggling to be happy with your weight-for a very long time. You will find that once you start losing weight that you feel awesome but then you realize that you will never be satisfied with the amount of weight you lose...even if it is dang near 100 pounds, you will still want to lose more...and you will be hard on yourself when you don't-Listen up sister, your weight does not define who you are as a person. You find the love of your life and have a beautiful family-and they all love you no matter what number the scale shows. Stop obsessing about it and enjoy your teenage years because once they are gone-they are gone for good...and then you have to pay bills and no one likes to pay bills.<br />
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10) Always make sure you have enough gas in your car. You will find that when that gas light comes on, you really don't have too much longer before you find yourself (and Alana because it was your turn to drive that morning) stranded on the side of someones farm having to call up Mr. Mills to come save you-and no, you don't have a cell phone yet-so you actually have to go INTO the strange farmer's house to call for help...(Stranger Danger anyone?) Mr. Mills brings you enough gas in a can to get you to the gas station and then gives you each a few dollars to get a treat to help you get over the traumatizing experience of coasting into someones farmland...This will not be the only time you coast into a destination on the gas fumes in your tank...but luckily the next 2 times (yeah, obviously I did not learn from my first experience with not filling up the tank) you coasted into the gas station and you were able to save yourself...this is the very reason why you don't like to let your gas tank fall below half empty...(as a side note, unrelated to gas but related to car trouble- really thank your dad for teaching you how to change a flat tire because this will come in handy later as well...and that night that you and your suite mate find yourselves stranded at 10 pm on a Friday night on the side of the interstate because you blew a tire and are on an incline and it isn't safe for you to change it...remember to rephrase your response of "Yeah-there is a donut in the trunk" to "Yes sir, there is a spare tire in the trunk" because then he is less likely to give you a dirty look and walk away and more likely to actually stay and help you...)<br />
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You are a good kid-you work hard and you do well in school-cut yourself some slack and enjoy life-you have a great one!<br />
Love Future You...Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-62604417784754656552013-01-25T09:58:00.001-05:002013-01-25T09:58:47.925-05:00Baby DaddyHello Loves! <br />
This is the 3rd post in our series-and the topic is: Describe Your Relationship With Your Spouse. So sit back, relax, and try not to cringe as I disclose all of the mushy details about my relationship with your father...hahahaha.<br />
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OK, where to begin...well...I guess the beginning-right-makes the most sense, no? <br />
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How I met your father...so as I mentioned <a href="http://phalenfamtales.blogspot.com/2013/01/random-facts.html" target="_blank">previously</a>, I knew of your father well before I actually met him, and to be honest, what I knew about him was not appealing to me in the slightest bit. You see, when I was a freshman in college, Daddy was dating this girl that I went to school with-I will not go into a lot of detail about that, but I did not hold her in the highest of esteems either. I saw the two of them together and they did not appear to have a stable relationship...(which, worked out for us, obviously) and I was in a relationship with someone else so that might have a lot to do with the fact that I was less than impressed with what I saw/heard...<br />
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Fast foreword to sophomore year. I had an amazing summer-which included breaking up with the aforementioned boyfriend (and Daddy also broke up with his aforementioned girl friend...) and that is the day we met. He was helping my suite mate move in (her boyfriend was and still is Daddy's BFF), and he saw that I was moving in without any help so he offered to help me. based on what I had seen/heard of this guy, you can understand why I was skeptical...but I ended up accepting his offer and gave him one of my suitcases to haul up the stairs for me...by the time I made it up to my room, the suitcase was there but he was gone.<br />
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He ended up asking me to go to the zoo with him a week later-and we have been (pretty much) a couple since that date, September 2, 2001. Now something I failed to mention is that Daddy's step sister, your Aunt Jillian, also went to the same college I did (briefly). I was walking to my room one day when she stopped me and said-so I heard you are dating my brother now (weird, right?) and I said-I guess...to which she said "I hope you don't expect it to last because he isn't that kind of guy." I just responded by telling her that I had no expectations and that i just planned to take it day by day...and that kids, is exactly what we did-and have done since day one. <br />
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Your father and I take things day by day-we live in the moment. We love each other very much, and always make sure we are having fun no matter what we are doing. I am not going to lie and tell you that there are not days where I would love to punch that man in the neck, because he does know how to get under my skin on my very last nerve like no one else can, but that is what happens when you love someone, you try to learn everything you can about them-and in doing so, you learn exactly what it takes to push that person's buttons. (Obviously I don't do this to daddy...and if he says anything different he is clearly in denial...)<br />
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We make sure to tell each other we love each other every day-even on the days where we don't have the opportunity to see each other. We make sure we laugh every day. We are there to support each other no matter what the situation is. We put our family first and ensure that the Lord is a part of our family in everything we do. When we have to separate for any amount of time, we say the following phrase: "Loe you, miss you, carefee" to each other. (Loe you is a direct result of one day I was typing and rather than Love, I spelled Loe...and it has stuck ever since...carefee was a result of a stuffy nose, and again, has stayed with us.) <br />
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Your Dad is my Best Friend. Hands Down. When I have good news, he is the first person I want to tell. When I have bad/sad news, he is the first person I want to talk to...when I feel like I am bored, I want it to be him that occupies my time...Our relationship if full of Love & Laughter. I admire your father for he has done and has overcome throughout his life...we are a team.<br />
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“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.” <br />― Friedrich Nietzche<br />
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"You don't marry the person you can live with-you marry the person you can't live without."<br />
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<br /><br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-73634757607605709752013-01-24T17:40:00.002-05:002013-01-24T17:40:35.671-05:003 FearsPost Number 2 in the For My Loves Series-<br />
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Describe 3 Legitimate fears you have and explain how they because fears.<br />
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I am not going to list these in any particular order-well, that is a lie, I am going to list them in the order of which I find them easiest to write...you will see why soon...<br />
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1.) As previously mentioned I do not swim in water that I cannot see through because I am afraid of being attacked by an alligator and/or a shark...Of that, I have a VERY real fear of alligators/crocodiles. So much so, that only recently have I been able to see one on the TV and not freak out and have nightmares about it (it is OK if you are judging me-your daddy thinks I am crazy about this fear). This fear came about when I was younger...MUCH younger-I witnessed a gigantic alligator rip the tire off of a Geo Metro...effortlessly. And if that gator could do that to a car-I do NOT want to know what he could do to me. I also do not like the fact that these critters live in and under the water...they could sneak up on me without any sort of notice and...well...you know what happens after that...<br />
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2.) Losing your father. I love your father and we are a team. I do not know what I would do without him-though we have come close more times than I care to think about...1 time is too many...Because he is a police officer, he constantly puts his life at risk to protect other people and uphold the law. When I was pregnant with Hannah, I was pretty sick during the first trimester-so much so, my Doctor gave me medicine to help with the nausea, but it made me very sleepy so I was not able to take it during the day because I had to work. I would come home from work, eat, take my medicine and try to fall asleep. One day in January of 2008 was a particularly rough day of sickness for me so when I went to sleep, I turned off the ringer of my phone. Turns out that was a terrible move on my part. Daddy was hit by a car that night at work and no one could reach me to tell me. Your Poppi had to drive over to my house to knock on the door to wake me up. This was one of the scariest moments of my life. I had no idea how bad the injuries were or anything. Just that he was hit by a car and being rushed to the hospital. I cried the whole way to the hospital thinking about how there was a possibility that Hannah would never meet her father...I wish I could tell you that that was the only time Daddy was hit by a car...sadly it was not...to date he has been hit by 2 cars (physically hit, car versus man) and was involved in an accident because a car ran him off of the road...all required him to go to the hospital and every time I thought about the possibility of losing him...I don't want to imagine what life would be like without him, and I hope I never have to know...recently the mother of some very close friends of ours passed away. Seeing the pain and grief in her husband's eyes was more than enough for me to know I don't ever want to be in that position. (please give me a moment, I am tearing up as I write this...now you know what I meant by writing them in order of being easiest to write about...) "You don't marry someone you can live with – you marry the person who you cannot live without." – Unknown Author<br />
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3.) Losing one of you...okay, even the thought of it makes me cry. I pray that neither of you are called to heaven before I am. I do not want to know what pain like that is like-ever. I hope I never get a late night call about one of you-or have an officer show up at my door to tell me terrible news...none of that. Seeing your face(s) is what makes my heart smile, and it would break into a billion pieces if I ever had to say goodbye to one of you..."Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven." Henry Ward Beecher<br />
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That is all I can say about that because I am having difficulty seeing through the tears just from writing about the possibility...at the risk of being cliche-You complete me.<br />
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I love you to the Moon and Back-<br />
MommyErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-64714765534885682462013-01-23T17:16:00.001-05:002013-01-23T17:16:31.266-05:00Random FactsMy Loves, <br />
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This is for you. I can't begin to tell you how much you mean to me- and I know that when these 30 posts are complete there will still be information about me that you don't know...I hope that when you are older you will feel that we have a strong enough relationship to ask me anything-and that you are only moderately embarrassed when you hear the answers to all of your burning questions...hey-seriously, Mommy never claimed to be perfect-I know, as hard as it may be to believe, I was once young just like you and had a lot of learning to do...luckily I had wonderful parents (much like yourselves-pardon me while I toot my own horn for a moment-toot toot!) to show me the way! <br />
I love you with all that I am.<br />
Forever, <br />
Mommy<br />
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Alright-jumping into the subject of this post. You get to find out 20 random facts about me so let's get to it!<br />
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1. I always have to sleep with a blanket on-even when it is a billion degrees outside (we do live in Charleston-I am pretty sure a billion is an accurate weather estimate for this area). When I feel like I am too hot, rather than take the blanket off, I stick one foot (or leg) out of the blanket to adjust my temperature.<br />
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2. I hate bananas. I find this to be a shame for you because Hannah-you love them (I feel certain that Baby Brother would love them too) but you only get to enjoy them if I am not home or you are somewhere else because the smell makes me gag. Seriously. I can smell a banana from across a room-yuck.<br />
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3. Your Poppi tricked me into attending a college for women. True story-that Poppi can be pretty sneaky sometimes. We were touring several colleges one weekend and one was Columbia College. Prior to this tour, we had attended about 5 tours of other schools, but as soon as I stepped foot in the parking lot of CC, I knew something was different. I made a broad statement-something to the tune of "Sure are a lot of girls on this tour..." Now, your Poppi, sneaky sneaky Poppi, looks at me, smiles and says, "Yep, this tour is for girls only." While this was not, in fact a lie, I feel as if it was not a whole truth either...but it all worked out in the end because I loved the school and decided to attend.<br />
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4. I love shoes. Your father will tell you that I am obsessed with them-he is just jealous that they don't make as awesome shoes for men as they do for women. I was working on cleaning out my closet the other day and came to the realization that I need a bigger closet to accommodate all of my shoes...and just so you know, no, getting rid of some shoes to fit my small closet is not an option.<br />
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5. Your Father and I met in 2001. I knew of him prior to meeting him in person, and from what I knew of him, I did not care for him in the slightest bit...funny how things turn out! (There will be a future post about how I met your Father later.)<br />
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6. I do not like swimming (or playing, standing, sitting, etc) in water that I cannot see through. This is why when we take trips to the beach I stay with the towels and read or take a nap. Daddy, on the other hand, will swim in the ocean all day long if you let him, so he is the one who you need to talk to when you are ready to play in the waves. This stems from an irrational fear of being attacked by a shark and an alligator at the same time...or really just one at a time. I just don't do it.<br />
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7. I really do not like to drive. I am directionally challenged and I hate getting lost. I much rather prefer to be the passenger in the car than the driver.<br />
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8. I have had a job ever since I was able to work, and even before that, I babysat to earn my own money. I worked while I was in high school and in college, and I was able to secure a job before I graduated college so there was no lapse in employment. Your grandparents did not force me to work, I wanted to earn my own money and do something constructive with my time. I hope that you develop a strong work ethic as you grow up.<br />
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9. I really dislike eating leftovers...when I was growing up we had leftover night at least once a week-it was my least favorite night of the week to eat dinner-I would much rather just have cereal or a sandwich. Now, when I am not sure what I want for dinner, I default to cereal or sandwich...but 98% of the time it is cereal.<br />
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10. I hate to be late. It makes me very frantic to know that I am running behind schedule and I have a very difficult time recovering from that frantic feeling throughout the day. <br />
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11. I have a difficult time falling asleep when it is too quiet. I need a little bit of noise somewhere to help me go to sleep-this could be the fan, the TV, a radio, your Daddy snoring (this is a point that he will never admit to-he swears he does not snore, but we all know he does because we have all heard it)-whatever, but I need something. I think this is because I have a hard time turning off my mind at night-I am always thinking about something when I need to be going to sleep so I need to have something else to take my mind off of it.<br />
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12. I make it a point to tell you I love you multiple times a day-I never want a day to go by without you hearing and knowing that I love you-because I do-with all of my heart-and when you love someone you have to make sure that that person knows it.<br />
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13. I have lived in both the North and the South, and while both have their Pros and Cons, I much prefer the North. <br />
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14. My favorite season is Fall. The scenery is beautiful and the weather is wonderful...That is one downside to living in the south-Fall is very brief in the south so you don't get to enjoy the season as much as you could/would in a state that has 4 legit seasons.<br />
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15. I would live in Jeans and a sweatshirt everyday if I could. <br />
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16.I have very thick hair. Because of this, I really do not like to blow dry it because it takes so long and I get super hot...<br />
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17. I don't like to have hair in my face. That is why, more often than not, you see me sporting a pony tail or side braid-or some other hair off of my face creation I have developed-well that and because I like to sleep-in in the mornings so my hairstyling time gets cut shorter than it needs to be to allow for another sort of hair style.<br />
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18. I call you everyday after you get out of school. Some days you don't want to talk to me, but I do it so I can get as much of a recap of the time you spent without me as possible. If I wait too long to call you, the only thing you tell me is-my day was fine-bye. If I catch you right after school is over I get ten times more of the details. I also miss you-so please continue to humor your crazy mom and accept my daily phone calls...as they will likely continue into your adulthood...<br />
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19. When brushing my teeth, I sing a song in my head (or hum it out loud) and dance to it...it makes the task far more fun!<br />
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20. Sometimes when I am talking on the phone, I make faces at myself in the mirror...I don't know why or when it started, but I crack myself up when I do it...you should try it because it is hard to get caught up in taking life too seriously-take some time to be silly every now and then!<br />
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Okay, so those are the random facts about your most Awesome Mom-and, yes, that is exactly where you get your awesomeness from-it is not from your father (though, you probably already knew that ;) )<br />
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<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-87393387378816183622013-01-22T17:31:00.000-05:002013-01-22T17:34:09.291-05:00New Project In ProgressA lovely young woman that I know has started a project and it has inspired me to do it as well. She is currently working on writing 30 posts that contain details her children should know about her one day. She got the idea from one of her friends, and I am totally taking the idea from her!<br />
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Just as she did in her blog, I am going to warn you-the posts are going to be written specifically for Hannah and her soon to be Baby Brother...(Oh that's right...in other news, we are expecting a wee one in Early May/Late April time frame-obviously I am late with the announcement of that bit of news, but what else is new right?) You are more than welcome to read along-who knows, you just might learn something new about me too!<br />
Thanks for hanging in there with me-I know I am horrible on keeping you all updated with the happenings of my life, and maybe one day that will change...I make no promises!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was my Halloween "costume" which also served as my Announcement to the world of our expected arrival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was Hans' shirt that she wore to dinner to announce to some of the fam (Only Child Club, member since July 2008, Membership expires May 2013)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me with one of the Biggest Cheeses I have ever made :)-an added bonus just for you<br />
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-41564581935507100632012-10-30T09:31:00.004-04:002012-10-30T09:32:31.992-04:00Make Up SessionIt's no secret-I am a slack blogger...but i don't have to tell you that because you have been staring at the SAME blog since June...if you have hung in there for this long-thanks...I am going to try to give you a quick recap of what you have missed out on while I was off living life...<br />
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Shortly after Hubs' birthday, Father's Day happened...<br />
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Hannah participated in a variety of Swim lessons...she is basically on her way to the Olympics<br />
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Hannah also went to Cheer leading Camp<br />
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Someone also celebrated her 4th birthday!<br />
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K 4 started in August and this was her back to school hair<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw this on pintrest-it is a snail braid and is much easier to do than it looks</td></tr>
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She was stoked about going back to school...I hope she still feels this way in 10 years...<br />
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At some point in the summer Hannah decided that she was going to be Snow White for Halloween...sneak peak for tomorrow's festivities<br />
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We went to EdVenture in Columbia<br />
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We spent some quality time together before seeing Super Why<br />
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Our second season of soccer started (and finished...) I was actually one of the coaches for Hannah's team so that was an experience I will never forget...<br />
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The Fair is in town so we went to visit...this was the first year that Hannah was able to ride the rides and she LOVED it! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was her favorite ride because the cars whipped you around the curve of the "track"</td></tr>
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Finally, since Halloween is just around the corner...literally less than 24 hours, we went to the Pumpkin Patch to pick out the perfect pumpkin(s)...Hannah got 2 and the Hubs got 1...but carved 2 pictures into it because it was that big... pictures of the pumpkin carved will come later...you know in 6 months when I remember to post again...if it is any consolation, I thought about blogging every day...<br />
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Sorry I am such a slacker...hopefully I will be able to post more frequently from now on!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-12576112890013209172012-06-15T09:25:00.000-04:002012-06-15T09:25:58.217-04:00Friday Confessions: Ice Cream Loves My ThighsIt's FRIDAY! So that means it is time for a Confess Sesh with Leslie over at <a href="http://www.blondeambitionblog.com/2012/06/confessional-friday-link-up_15.html" target="_blank">A Blonde Ambition</a>...so Let's get to it!<br />
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1) I confess that I silently (ok fine, sometimes not so silently) judge people for their use of poor grammar.<br />
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2) I confess that I watch swamp people...I know, I know. I really just can't turn it off. I am thankful that there are subtitles because I am really not 100% positive that everyone speaks English all of time...<br />
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3) I bought some ice cream cupcakes for <strike>me to enjoy</strike> Hubs' birthday this week. He and Hans had 1...I may have eaten 2...so far...and I fully intend to eat more. <br />
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4) I am obsessed with ice cream...it doesn't matter what season it is or what the weather is outside, I want ice cream every day. I love ice cream and ice cream loves my thighs...<br />
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5) Father's Day is this weekend, and Hans and I already gave Hubs his gift...as in last month. It is a 2 person rocking hammock-and it is amazing. You should be jealous if you don't have one or if you don't know someone who does have one. <br />
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6) Hans and I went on a date to see Madagascar 3 and I didn't really care for much of the movie, but I did like this part...and Hans and I might frequently reenact it...<br />
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7) My vacation doesn't start for another 2 weeks but I am already in vacation mode...and may have been for a cool 2 weeks now...sad but true.<br />
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8) I might be the world's worst pen pal...seriously-it took me almost 2 months to respond to my pen pal's letter...AND I TYPED IT...not even hand written...but I did go back and draw some pictures on it with pretty colored ink...does that count for anything?<br />
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9) The Gamecocks are back in Omaha for the CWS!!! Hoping for a 3peat but I am just excited for them to have made it back there again (side note, Hubs was at the first game against Oklahoma the night Hans and I went out for our date-I am jealous but I still loved the QT with my Hans.)<br />
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10) Speaking of the Gamecocks-I CANNOT wait for FOOTBALL SEASON TO START ALREADY!!!!! <br />
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Link up with Leslie and Share your confessions too!<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-4021443790217419422012-06-01T13:35:00.000-04:002012-06-01T13:35:03.124-04:00Graduation...already?On May 23, My little Hannah graduated from K-3. I have no idea when she got to be old enough to play soccer or have dance recitals so how is it possible that my baby girl is on her way to K-4?! <br />
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</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-46506892324476830412012-06-01T13:20:00.001-04:002012-06-01T13:20:44.849-04:00Tiny DancerHannah started taking Dance this year-both tap and ballet- and she loved it. Her first recital was just a few weeks ago (so this post is not actually so late...yay?) and it was so sweet! I loved it-and now you can too!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flowers from Daddy before he had to leave for work</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a bow!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Granda</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Aunt Jillian</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Maw Maw & Poppi</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-20428866605025476612012-06-01T12:12:00.000-04:002012-06-01T12:12:02.885-04:00Mr & Mrs. Hudson Est. 4/27/12So remember when I said that MBFF was getting hitched? No? Well you can read about the bridal shower <a href="http://phalenfamtales.blogspot.com/2012/03/mission-bridal-shower-success.html">here</a> ...k-all caught up now? Good. So on April 27 I had the wonderful honor and privilege to marry MBFF (you may know her as Casey-but I am pretty sure if you only know me via this blog, you really do only know her as MBFF). You may recall from a <a href="http://phalenfamtales.blogspot.com/2011/09/mr-mrs-davis-est-82011.html">previous post</a> that I am in the business of marrying people, and thanks to MBFF the legacy continues. It was such a beautiful wedding and Hubs and I had a blast! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your special day! Congrats Casey (MBFF) & Allen! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sisters!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting Ready for the Show!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signing the guest "book" which was a puzzle and a great idea!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">mmmm....cupcakes!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Hubs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And It Is Go Time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here comes the Bride!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So beautiful!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy to announce Mr & Mrs. Hudson!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bride & Me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this one</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and the Hubs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Jane</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful sunset</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just LOVE Glo & Jack!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thumbs Up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Megan...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Cara</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cara, Jane & Me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am not sure what is going on here...but obvi it was a good time!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-52503106307728850592012-06-01T11:55:00.000-04:002012-06-01T11:55:04.631-04:00One Last Vacay AdventureBefore Heading back to reality we decided to visit the MB Aquarium. Hans LOVES the aquarium so we were excited for her to see a bigger one with new things! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to Roll!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She did NOT like the loud noises the Dinos made</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hans and Hay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting these 2 to smile is ridiculous</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Take 10,000-thanks for the smile guys!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is a shark tunnel in the aquarium and they swim right over you-this guy needs braces...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">big ol octopus</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">School o' Hannah fish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So tired after a long FUN weekend!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-92193424265595717802012-06-01T11:48:00.000-04:002012-06-01T11:48:22.749-04:00Mini Vacay Part 2While in MB we also played some putt putt-which is also when I learned that there is a line on the putter that you are supposed to line the ball up with when putting...um...where have I been? Is this common knowledge that everyone knows? <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loves a Zebra</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loves a giraffe more!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hubs just landed a hole in one...I think I exceeded the amount of strokes allotted on this one<br />
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Saturday night we went to Medieval Times-everyone had a good time!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Myrtle Beach Castle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to Cheer for the Red Knight!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy to have a purple unicorn</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hay needed a crown</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay Red Knight!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my loves!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why am I so shiny all of the time?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Knight</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Red Knight gave Hannah a flower</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So she started cheering for him-and kept hitting me and Hubs in the face with her banners</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The red knight gave Hay his hanky of beauty</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-67548115781102942162012-06-01T11:34:00.000-04:002012-06-01T11:34:09.369-04:00Dolphins Yes-Crocagator-Not So MuchWe went on a mini vacation in April for 2 reasons-1) It was Hannah's Spring Break and 2) Hubs received his diploma in the mail and I wanted to celebrate his accomplishment! We went to Myrtle Beach and My Parents and Hayley joined us as well. We had a very fun but busy weekend. <br />
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Hayley rode with us on the way to MB so Hans could have some company in the backseat and so we could all go on a Dolphin Cruise. It was unseasonably cool that weekend-so the boat ride on the water probably seemed longer than it was because we were all pretty chilly-but we did end up seeing some dolphins and about a billion jellyfish...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Hubs at the beginning</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hans and Hay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Dolphin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One the way back</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Hans</td></tr>
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After the tour we met up with Maw Maw and Poppi for dinner<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey-Are you a Red Sox fan? No-This is my husband's sweatshirt...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hay and Poppi</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hubs & Hans you can see how sleepy Hans was-it was a big day~</td></tr>
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Saturday we woke up and went to...Alligator Adventure...I do not like alligators-crocodiles or anything that could easily rip a limb off without much effort so this was PURELY an activity for my family...act of love if you will...(I would also like to add that I later found out that alligators can climb fences...SAY WHAT NOW!? Lucky Hannah got to see the crocagators now because we will not be going back to that place...ever...) I also would like to add that you can also find other things like lemurs and tigers there...random no?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't mind the turtles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">worst.nightmare.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So brave</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">watching the lemurs get fed-did you know the Women Lemurs wear the pants in the Lemur fam? Seriously...oh and you can't show your teeth/smile when you are feeding them or they think you are being aggressive-you know-the next time you find yourself in a position where you are surrounded by a family of lemurs...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aidan the Tiger-not happy because it was too warm for him</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Bug Hanging Around!</td></tr>
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<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-781455306605727432012-06-01T11:11:00.001-04:002012-06-01T11:11:58.131-04:00There Went Peter CottontailSo-as you are all aware, Easter was in April-Hubs had to work Easter weekend, so Hans and I spent the weekend doing things with my parents-here are some pictures from Easter: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Prepping for the Easter Egg Dying Festivities</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dying the eggs with Sissy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a moment to cheese for the camera</td></tr>
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I hope you all had a Great Easter Weekend!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-30716603813607915602012-06-01T10:43:00.000-04:002012-06-01T10:57:32.776-04:00Bend it Like BeckhamThis Post is REALLY late-but Hannah had her first season of Soccer this Spring! She was # 3 for the Tiny Tot Stingers! # 3 was always Uncle Nick's Jersey number, and it was a happy coincidence that she also got # 3 at a random selection-She has been so excited about the sport since she knew what it was-the girl loves to run-I have NO idea where she gets that love-and I am pretty sure she is going to be a cross-country runner when she is older. Hans was the youngest player on her team-the only 3 year old-and you could tell by how much taller some of the other kids were-and well-how distracted she was during the games and practices...but whatever-she had a blast! I am also not quite sure how it happened-but I was also the Team Mom for the team...But I shall now post some pictures so you can enjoy her season as well...This post is so late that tomorrow is actually the Team Party where the trophies will be handed out...I know-bad blogger...I will do better...<br />
I would also like to add that at least 4 times-at every practice or game-Hannah would make the following announcement to anyone listening "Whoa, I'm a Sweaty Baby." She is silly-she also mastered the art of multi-tasking as she would run the drills while waving and blowing me kissing and telling me she loves me-I know all the other mom's were jealous that their kids didn't do that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She wanted to sit on the ball-and fell off every time</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't she look like a professional? This was from her very first practice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Stinger Gals-I have no idea why the boys aren't in the picture...</td></tr>
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Now some pictures from the Season for your viewing pleasure:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pep talk before the very first game!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait-you can't play soccer when you are sitting down?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture! It was right after her team member kicked the ball into the wrong goal </td></tr>
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<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-44068510985306350082012-06-01T10:23:00.001-04:002012-06-01T10:23:51.630-04:00Overdue-Baby ShowerSo I am not sure what happened to the last few months of my life-they sure did go by fast though. and so much has happened...I am not even quite sure where to start...let's see...so I left off at Casey's Bridal Shower...shame on me...Since then we also had Megan's Baby Shower (I love that I am just now blogging about the shower when Megan is due in like 2 weeks...bad blogger...bad bad blogger...)<br />
So Similar to Casey's shower-I totes forgot my camera-and didn't take any pictures of my own, but that did NOT stop me from borrowing some pictures from others...We decided to go with an Owl Themed shower-which-before you gag at the thought of an overly themed baby shower-rest assured-this one tastefully incorporated throughout the shower so as to not make the showerers not feel like they entered a forest... Here are a few pictures from the shower:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sweet owl pin-also-you can't even tell that Megan is pregnant in this picture...I was a walking whale when my shower rolled around!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delish Gluten-Free Vanilla & Chocolate Raspberry Cupcakes with cute Owl Toppers</td></tr>
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I wish I had gotten a picture of the party favors and the food spread-because the food was amazing and the favors were really cute! The favors were Hand Sanitizers (hey-you need clean hands if you are going to be trying to touch a newborn!) with owl's on them-and they smell amazing! And Casey did an amazing job on the food! (I stuck with procuring the cupcakes and the standard veggie tray and fruit infused water-hard to mess up those!)<br />
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I can't wait to meet Mr. Man!<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-49298711999529699342012-03-26T10:20:00.000-04:002012-03-26T10:20:51.048-04:00Mission: Bridal Shower = Success<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> have said it before and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>am about to say it again-I love weddings!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last weekend Megan, Ellen and I hosted a beautiful Bridal Shower for our dear friend and MBFF, Casey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The shower was on St. Patrick’s Day, which did open the door for some very awesome potential themes for the shower, but in the end we decided to make it a Spring/Garden themed shower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Megan was gracious enough to allow us to hold the event at her lovely home, located in...Charleston…Downtown…</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Side note:</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">For those of you who do know me…you are very aware of my navigational handicap…I am not exaggerating people, if a chance exists for me to get lost, please believe, it will happen, and I will find myself driving around in circles in unknown areas…rather frustrating-so I tend to only travel to destinations I am familiar with (If I am driving, that is...)…and I avoid places like Downtown because a)I am VERY unfamiliar with it b) I live approximately 30-45 minutes from there, so it really is kind of a long trip for me to go out there c) ALL OF THE ONE WAY STREETS, sweet 8 pound 6 ounce Baby Jesus, why is it necessary to have so many one way streets? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bonus story…My parents bought me a plane ticket for my 16<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> birthday so I could go visit Kim, my best friend in RI…and since I was legally able to drive, Kim, Bridget (Kim’s cousin) and I went for a drive somewhere…(couldn’t tell you where though because it has been a MINUTE since I was 16…sad) and sure enough I ended up turning down the wrong way on a one way street…who knew that this first driving experience would curse me forever…I digress</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">So you should know that I really only make an annual appearance downtown…as in literally…once a year…(though, this year I have already far exceeded that between good bye happy hours, bridal showers and trips to the various hospitals located in that area…and it is only March).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So you can imagine my concern for making it to Megan’s, unassisted, and on time…you may have forgotten this key part, but the shower was on St. Patrick’s Day…which means anyone who is able to be in a bar, was…or was on their way to a bar…in the street…on foot, on bike, in a vehicle, by carriage…you name it, the streets were filled with drunkards of all ages…young, (as in, I hope the bouncers were checking the IDs REALLY well that day, because some of those kids looked like they might still be in high school…I am an old lady, I know)old (as in my age, old so really late 20’s-30’s) and older…as in..>I think I saw Santa Clause wearing a “Kiss Me I’m Irish” shirt…seriously, Santa. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the streets filled like that, my anxiety of the “I don’t know where the H I am” feeling started to increase, I knew I needed to phone a friend…and I have to say, Megan did a wonderful job getting me to her house-and I didn’t get lost once…I did almost run over several people (they do make crosswalks AND sidewalks people…you might want to consider using them…just sayin…) and expressed my overwhelming sense of “You’re #1” to several other drivers as they stopped in the street to chat it up with people already at the bars…(ugh-park it in a spot, and then talk…not in the middle of the road) .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was running behind due to the additional foot/transportation traffic, but I made it none the less!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">We jumped right into setting up and the party went well, and might have been the best Bridal Shower ever thrown!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Additionally, I was successfully able to perform the Word's First 1000 point turn when backing out of Megan's driveway while trying to avoid running into a brick wall-or two-literally. You SHOULD be jealous you didn't get to witness that! Luckily, with the help of Casey, Megan, Ellen and some lovely female tourists (who happened to be walking through taking pictures of the garden...I made it out-and am proud to report that I did not get lost on the way home-Mission Bridal Shower= Success!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Unfortunately, I was lame and forgot to charge my camera battery so I don’t have any of my own pictures to show you, but I am going to borrow some of Megan’s so you can experience the party as if you were there! I am a giver like that!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ellen, Megan, Me and the Spread!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ellen's Wonderful Strawberry Shortcake Kabobs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Beverage table</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casey Loves Allen Banner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casey with her Hostesses</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our gift to Casey was a necklace that said "C<3A"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome party favors, A Coke and personalized M&Ms</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-50808746813883013822012-03-14T08:28:00.001-04:002012-03-14T08:30:42.068-04:00Lucky Number 7Monday, Hubs and I celebrated our 7th Wedding Anniversary...I have NO idea where the time went! It really does not seem like that long ago that we were preparing for our wedding, and yet, it was 7 years ago! We have definitely had our share of the Goods and the Bads, the Sickness and health, and the richer or POORER part of the vows we exchanged 7 years ago, but I wouldn't trade it for the world, we have 1 BEAUTIFUL sassy daughter and 2 fur babies and while I am not where I thought I would be years ago, I realize I am right where I need to be. It is crazy how things work out like that. <br />
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You may recall that I briefly mentioned <a href="http://phalenfamtales.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-have-blog.html">here</a> that Hubs was planning a trip to Savannah so we could celebrate our anniversary early. Now, as promised, I shall tell you about it! I know right-I can't believe it either, I am actually getting around to following up about a trip we took...take it in people take it in...if you need a moment to compose yourself, I completely understand...I might take one myself...<br />
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Good? Good.<br />
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So I dropped Hannah off at school Friday morning and when I walked into her class her teacher said, "Oh, Mom is here today, we <em>never</em> see mom, this is a real treat!" Now, I know she meant that in a nice way (or at least that is what I am telling myself so I don't cry) but I was like, man...I really do try...I go to all of her class parties and school functions, but as a Full time working mom it i almost impossible for me to work an "8-5" schedule and drop her off at school when school doesn't start until 8:30 and then turn around and pick her up when school is over at 11:30...sigh...way to start off the weekend with extra mommy guilt...I am already leaving her for 2.5 days, now I feel guilty for working too...sigh...some days I feel like I will never win. <br />
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Moving right along...Hannah's Granci (Hubs' mom) came over to pick up her suitcase and load up the car seat in her car because she was picking up Hannah from school to start their fun filled weekend. As soon as Granci left, Hubs and I hopped in the car and started our adventure. First we stopped for lunch at Sesame-one of Hubs' most favorite places. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erin: "Please let me take your picture! I want to document our trip!"<br />
Hubs: "You know you just want to put it on your blog"<br />
Erin: "Hello, I said I want to 'Document our trip' how else did you think this would be accomplished?"<br />
He is a HUGE supporter of blogging...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For some reason I decided it would be a good idea to pull my hair back with a clip...looking a this picture, not the greatest idea I have ever had...oh well, who likes food in their face when they are eating? Not this girl!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After lunch, we hit the road and headed to Savannah...basically a straight shot from Charleston...I was armed with my phone charger, so I could play Words With Friends, (and by play, I mean strategically plan what my next word will be based on the options on the board, because only my mom is as quick to play a word as I am and everyone else just plays a word every few days...COME ON PEOPLE...PUH LEASE pick up the pace...you guys wait so long that I forget what great word I wanted to play!...wait...maybe that is your plan...) and some Smut..The usual suspects, Us Weekly, In Touch Weekly, People, and the latest issues of All You (I am an old lady) and Glamour (old lady in denial...) and I was happy as a clam (which, BTW, are clams happy? How do you know if they are or aren't? I have never seen a clam smile...). Hubs put in a Bon Jovi CD and we were cruising right along...When I love a song, I will belt it out at the top of my lungs...so I know Hubs REALLY enjoyed the trip...and I don't care what he tells anyone...I will say that there was a point in time where I had to tell Hubs that I didn't care what he thought the words to the songs were, I was free styling and he was cramping my style...<br />
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We pulled up to the hotel late in the afternoon<br />
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It was a B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L day...sunny, 80 degrees, awesome start to the weekend, so we were excited to unpack and go back out to see what we could get into. <br />
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</tbody></table>When we got to the room, Hubs had roses and champagne waiting for us!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a romantic(don't tell him I told you that...)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Document THIS in your blog" It never ends...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We got settled in and then headed out to see what we could find. The square our hotel was located in was a block or so behind the main street in Savannah so it was a perfect location for me, close enough to all of the action but not right in the middle of it so not too much in the way of a crowd! There was a HUGE statue of John Wesley in the middle of the square<br />
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Don't know who John Wesley is? No worries, there is a sign for that too...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There now you are all caught up! You are welcome!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We walked to River Street...now, for those of you who have never been to Savannah, this is where the "action" is-this is where the people gather around for St. Patrick's Day and cause a ruckus...while drinking with open containers out in the general public on any given day...which is not legal in SC...(not that it stops most people from trying it though...) We made our way to a bar called Rocks on the Roof. Because it was such a nice day, we sat at a table that was half inside and half outside so Hubs (aka personal furnace) could enjoy the air conditioning and we could still enjoy the weather. Win-Win-Win (thank you Micheal Scott). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hubs: "PLEASE STOP taking my picture for your blog"<br />
Erin: "HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO DOCUMENT THE TRIP?!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Here is something you might not know if you have never been to Savannah...THERE ARE BIRDS EVERYWHERE...seriously...I don't have a fear of birds, but I much prefer it if they keep their distance...i will stay in my area (land) and you stay in yours (air) and we all get along, thank you very much. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know he saw me taking his picture since he asked if he could join us for a drink...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">not gonna lie to you...it freaked me out just a bit when he turned his head and made eye contact with me.</td></tr>
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Now, something you should know about Hubs...he HATES Ketchup...however, this bar had a garlic ketchup and Hubs actually TRIED IT...and LIKED IT...so, of course, I took a picture for photo evidence (aka documentation for my blog)...please not the excited look on his face...PS...those fries were AMAZING (I only wish we had not stopped and ate lunch on the way because I would have eaten more...my waist line, on the other hand, does not share the same wish.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey there Big Cheese! Where have you been my whole life?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What is this? A picture of the Hubs smiling? I cannot believe it!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We walked around some more and ended up eating dinner at a Seafood place called Tubby's...pretty good, I just wish we sat outside because it was insanely hot inside, and when hubs is hot, he is a big ol crankapotamous, so we ate and ran.<br />
We went in some of the shops along River Street...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is for you Jane!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GO GAMECOCKS! I had no idea there was a Gamecock pasta...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Saturday, Hubs set up a horse drawn carriage tour. It was so sweet. I am so thankful he did this because we saw WAY more of Savannah than we would have without it. Unfortunately, about 30 mins after our tour, the sky opened up and it rained like crazy, so we did not go back to visit any of the places we saw along the tour (it's OK, it's a great reason to need to go back!).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks for being such a wonderful tour lead, Oscar! without you I would not know nearly as much as I did about Savannah, because let's face it, I wasn't willing to walk as far as you did...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Seriously, Oscar knew his way around Savannah like it was his own house. I struggle finding my way around Charleston...I will spare you from too many pictures of the tour...<br />
Because it rained from about 11:30 until some wee hour in the morning, after we ate lunch, we went back to the hotel and I took a nap, and did NOT feel guilty about it one bit...it was AWESOME. <br />
When I woke up (a good few hours later) it was STILL raining...and pretty chilly outside, but we were determined to go see what else Savannah had to offer. We ended up getting some ice cream at Leopold's and then walking up Broughton Street to see what stores/shops they have. We went inside this place called the Salt Table...and they have only about 1000 different kinds of salts...and tea...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's right, Smoked Bacon Sea Salt...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ever wish your popcorn could taste like Pickles? You are in Luck-Snooky-call up the Salt Table and order yours today!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hate having to put your beer down so you can enjoy some popcorn-Never Fear-Beer flavored popcorn coming right up! (gross)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Hubs wanted to visit a Pub called Crypt Pub...I was hesitant at first, as I don't do scary...ever...if possible...but I agreed and went in (this was all part of my master plan people) and it wasn't that bad...they put dry ice in the drinks so it looks cool when you drink them...though, Hubs' drink was OOC! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a firefly and blackberry combo thing...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">mine was a strawberry kiwi martini-delicious-but super messy...the sugar on the rim got everywhere and my fingers were stained red for a bit...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like I am a fire breathing dragon with smoke coming out of my nose</td></tr>
</tbody></table>You may recall me mentioning my master plan...well...when we arrived in Savannah, I noticed that <u>Spring Awakening</u> was being performed a the theater 1 block away (not even sure it was a full 1 block) and I REALLY wanted to see it because I have heard it is a great show...but it is a musical, and I have not been successful in getting Hubs to agree to watch any musical/ballet yet...sigh...so, enter master plan...It is cold, rainy, we don't want to be inside the hotel because we are on Vacation but we don't want to be wandering around outside because of the weather situation (and one of us may have only brought flip flops to wear...don't judge me it was supposed to be in the 70's all weekend) so I started looking at my phone to see if there were any tickets available for the Saturday evening show...Low and Behold there were! I kept mentioning the show and telling Hubs about all of the great things I had heard about it and then mentioned that there were tickets...how we would be out and about, but not in the rain...and What do you know-He said YES! I am sure that the amount of liquor he consumed had something to do with it but I did NOT care! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for the show to start!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SO GOOD! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sunday the rain FINALLY stopped and Hubs and I decided to go back to River Street to see the side we didn't make it to on Friday and the first part of Saturday (before the rain started). We stopped in at Huey's because he had heard that they served "World Famous Beignets" World Famous, you say? Sign me up...and let me tell you, Byron, who was not the most attentive server, brought our order out with a side of the praline sauce...AWESOME...seriously, if you go to Savannah, try to stop in and order yourself some, you will not be sad-best I ever had...I say that with the caveat that I have never had a beignet before so I really can't compare them to anything else...like saying I am Hayley's favorite Aunt-well duh I am her only Aunt...<br />
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It was Pretty chilly Sunday and REALLY windy so we visited the side of River Street we hadn't seen previously, and then we went back to a candy store to get Hannah a surprise. While in the store, I found this gem...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">seriously...people buy these?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We left around noon on Sunday. I am so happy Hubs and I were able to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, but I missed my Hannah and I was ready to see her!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I mean who wouldn't miss this face?!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>When I came home from work on Monday Hubs announced that he had already started to plan our 10th anniversary...Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-74775312963304299802012-03-09T11:57:00.001-05:002012-03-12T08:40:29.812-04:00Strawberry Crush and Pizzeria Combos Make Breakfast...no?TGIF!!! That means it is time to Link up with Leslie over at <a href="http://www.blondeambitionblog.com/">A Blonde Ambition</a> for our weekly confessionals...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where to begin...Let's hope your judging hats aren't too big today, but I will not lie to you, I deserve to be judged for <em>most </em>of the things I am about to list...full disclosure people...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1) Girl Scout cookies...I know you know EXACTLY where I am about to take this one, but I am going to go ahead and put it all out there for you...and maybe seeing it will be like therapy and help me...so...I bought 5 boxes of GS cookies...the usual suspects for our house...The Shortbread, the Tagalongs (for the Hubs), The Samoas (For the Hubs...and <em>maybe </em>some for me too...) and 2 boxes...yes 2, of the lemon ones...see last year, the Scouts switched up the lemon ones and put those silly powder covered things in there, you know, the ones that make your mouth dry when you eat em? yep those, but this year, they switched back the the ones with the layer of lemon on the bottom of the LARGE circle shaped cookie...so I said to myself, "Self, you are going to need 2 to make up for the fact that you suffered through dry mouth syndrome last year trying to satisfy the lemon cookie hole in your <strike>muffin top </strike>tummy." I might have eaten an entire box...in one day...I have no idea what happened to them...they were there one minute and the next...gone...I am afraid to open the next box...what if I eat that one just as fast? I will not be able to turn down the little girls in from of Wal-Mart when they try to push their boxes o' Heaven on me when I go in for the weekly grocery trip...sigh...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2) I am super PROUD of Hubs for finishing his degree! It might have took longer than he wanted it to, BUT he stuck to it and finished...this morning he told me he applied for a Mater's Degree Program...proud of him for that too...but...now I feel like I need to get off of my lazy arse and apply for one too...competitive yes...silly...depends on who you ask...I wanted to do it eventually any way...once I decided which program I wanted to complete...sigh...judge away people...(Side note: Hubs graduated with a 4.0-super proud!!!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3) Last night I enrolled My Hannah in K4...PreK...4K...she will be 4 this summer...WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?! Seriously...it hit me when I was trying to go to sleep...my eyes shot open and I said to the Hubs, "Mister! I had a baby not too long again, you might recall, and now, somehow, that baby is going to be in K4...HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" He just shook his head and told me to go to sleep...seriously people...how did this happen...where have I been all this time...oh right...work...(Side note...Hubs and I went to Hannah's Class Valentine's Day Party...Hubs and I helped set up the table and Hannah raised her hand (very polite, that Hannah) and when Ms. Rhonda called on her she said: "Ms. Rhonda, those are my friends: Mommy and Daddy. (Then proceeded to call us by our first names...I am sorry, when did Hannah and I or Hannah and Hubs, for that matter, get on formal first name terms? Clearly I have missed a step) They Work." Sigh...that is the second time she has made a reference to me working...and that is only me counting, Lord only knows how many other times she says it...mommy guilt complex times 3 people...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4) Now that my Fiscal Fast is over...I REALLY want to buy some new shoes...and dresses...but due to confession No. 1...I am much to large to be tyring on clothes that I know will make me feel good about myself and the way I look in them, so I will likely be hitting up the shoe stores later...SO EXCITED (<span style="font-size: xx-small;">please don't tell the Hubs...he might kill me</span>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5) I may have had a Strawberry Crush and some pizzeria combos for breakfast...I am aware that I sound like a 12 year old...or a college student...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6) I CONVINCED the Hubs to go see a musical when we were in Savannah...I might have tricked him actually...the second I saw the advertisement for Spring Awakening, I KNEW I wanted to see it...I casually started mentioning it through the evening Friday...and then more on Saturday, and when it was (still...) pouring down rain Saturday I said that we could go see the show because it was inside and we would be out of the rain and out of our hotel room...and he finally agreed...it was AWESOME...it might take another 10 years to get him to go to another one, but I will relish this experience for as long as I can!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">please excuse the REALLY shiny forehead I am sporting...it RAINED ALL DAY Saturday...and I mean HARD STEADY Rain...and I didn't bother with any sort of make up or attempt to make my hair look nice...but this is us waiting in line to go in</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8) I hit my snooze like 17 times this morning...not even an over exaggeration...might actually be an under estimation to be honest...you might recall that my alarm sounds like a rooster crowing...and the Hubs had to listen to the rooster crow too...17 (more or...) times...I did NOT want to get up...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What are your confessions? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Link up With <a href="http://www.blondeambitionblog.com/2012/03/confessional-friday-link-up.html">Leslie </a>and let it out-you will feel better!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strike></strike></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-39958405665224849322012-02-29T14:22:00.002-05:002012-03-01T08:24:42.399-05:00I Have a Blog?!Say WHAT?! It isn't that I didn't <em>want</em> to post any new blogs for you lovelies to read...it is just that...well...I ran out of hours in the day...and in the night... So let's play a rousing game of catch up shall we?<br />
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Hmm...last time we met I told you that the Sis Eloped...it's true-Sister did run off and tie the knot to Uncle Tyler...I am getting used to the fact that she is a married woman now, but I am still bitter at how it all went down...don't think I forgot about that Missy-because I didn't...I do wish you well and hope that marriage is everything you hoped it would be...AND I BEG YOU PUH-LEASE stop posting so many mushy posts about how In Love you are and how Wonderful your Husband is-we get it-that's why you married him...save the rest of us from the instant gag reflex...get a room...I say that with as much love and sincerity as possible...Hey-I KNOW the rest of you were thinking it-I was just brave enough to being it to light...Moving Right Along....<br />
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Hmm...There was Christmas. Which was awesome if I do say so myself. Every year is more and more fun because Hannah is older and is so cute-which goes without saying really...but she gets so excited about everything. This year she was learning about the true meaning of Christmas; she is also taking ballet and tap classes. Her class had a Holiday party right before Christmas and Hannah looked at me and said "Mommy, will Jesus be at my dance party to have his birthday cake?" I die. My heart melted into mush right then. I told her Jesus is always in her heart and now she tells people that He lives in her heart too...Love.That.Kid.To.Pieces.<br />
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Speaking of Christmas-one of my Favs-Jane-welcomed her new son into the world on Christmas! William Nolan-(you better believe I will be callin him Big Will-but don't tell Jane because I am pretty confident that she will wrinkle up her nose at the thought of the nickname...) But much like her first son, Big Will is a handsome little heart breaker already...<br />
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I started a new Job...but within the same company-and new Job is AWESOME-while I have only been in the new role for a month, it already is 100000 times better than the last one. Drastic.Improvement.<br />
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Valentine's day came and went...I worked...as far as celebrations go...After we picked Hannah up from Dance Class, she requested to eat at The Cracker Barrel...she loves a pancake...so we did, and we might make it a tradition to go there, since it was low key and we were in and out without much hassle, and we were able to spend time together as a family-which was nice. Hubs did get me a coffee mug set that said: "We go together like Milk and Cookies." That's how you know we are a good match people-In the card i got for him I told him he was the cheese to my Marconi...the french to my fry...you get it...we are dorks...lovable dorks.<br />
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MBFF-Casey-is getting Married!!! I could not be more excited about this event! I am even more honored that I was asked to perform the ceremony! It is going to be one awesome event. Megan, Ellen and I are in the process of planning a shower for Casey...which will be 3/17 or St. Patrick's Day and at the end of March we are making our way to Greenville for a Bachelorette Party-watch out Greenville-here comes trouble!!<br />
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Speaking of Megan, She is making a human...That's right-Megan is pregnant-and recently (well, recent for you, because I am a slack blogger and haven't updated you on ANYTHING since December...) learned that her human is a B-O-Y!!! Casey and I are in the process of planning a baby shower for Megan (Megan's sister in law is also planning, though I am not sure she wants a shout out on the Ol Hit or Miss-but in the interest of full disclosure-it is not just Casey and me doing the planning). Megan's shower is going to be on 3/24-so excited for that! <br />
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March is going to be a busy Month for sure! This weekend, Hubs and I are headed to Savannah-our 7 year anniversary is on the 12th and we are scooting off for a getaway. we live so close to Savannah but neither of us have ever been there-and after this weekend-we will both be able to say that we have! The next weekend will be filled with shopping and getting ready for all aforementioned showers. The 17th is Casey's shower, the 24th is Megan's shower and the 31st is the Bachelorette party. <br />
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Hooray for Weddings and Babies (especially when they aren't mine)!!!<br />
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Additionally January 1, 2012 was the official start of the Fiscal Fast...where you don't spend money on clothes shoes or accessories for yourself for 2 months...to make up for the money you spent in December for Holiday festivities...the Fast ends TODAY! I am proud to say that I have not procured ANYTHING for me (and if you know me, you KNOW this was a TOUGH thing...no online shopping...no lunch trips to the outlets...sigh....) that wasn't food or necessity-things like toilet paper, toothpaste, body wash...since December 31....And of course, this year is a Leap Year so there was one extra day in February to work with-but my bank account is much happier...speaking of that HAPPY LEAP DAY!!!<br />
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I have a PEN PAL!!! Her name is Nicky-and we really do send each other hand written letters-Leslie over at <a href="http://www.blondeambitionblog.com/">Blonde Ambition</a> posted a blog about wanting a Pen Pal and she could not have done a better job matching us up! Nicky and I share a lot of the same interests! Speaking of that-Who is watching the Bachelor? Does anyone else want to kick Courtney in the teeth? seriously.over.her. I am also watching Survivor this season because there were 2 girls on this season from South Carolina :) I am a reality Show junkie!<br />
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As another random bonus-I was heating up my frozen boxed lunch today and a gentleman coworker-whom I see frequently but could not tell you his name or what he does- stops next to me and says "You ALWAYS have the best shoes!" I DIE! I LOVE my shoes and I love that other people love them too! a few months ago, another coworker said "In my eyes, no one will ever be able to fill your stilettos!" Be still my heart!<br />
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</tbody></table>Hopefully You will have another post from me next week talking about Savannah-as the Hubs is planning everything and won't give me any details...hard to pack when I say-Hey what do I need to pack and Hubs says: "Shoes and pants." SAY WHAT?!?!?! Boys...Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-51437406040651692172011-12-19T11:27:00.000-05:002011-12-19T11:27:18.934-05:00What's A Little Life Changing Event Amongst Friends Right?Ahhh....Confessions...This is QUICKLY becoming my Favorite thing to do...and I am Happy that I am late posting this because if I wasn't I would not have the first confession to drone on and on about-for your reading pleasure OF COURSE...<br />
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So...Confess Sesh...where to begin...hmmm...If I was my oldest sibling, it would go a little something like this:<br />
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<div align="center">ONE</div><div align="center">I am married...as in...got married 3 months ago...and didn't bother to tell anyone in my family-nope not a one-not even those that I speak to on a RELATIVEly regular basis...like..oh...My Sister...My Mother...My Father...My Brother...nope, not a one. But right after my husband and I tied the knot, I did have a conversation with my sister to tell her that we were going to GET married NEXT September...as in September 2012...but I failed to mention that I already got married last week...in September of 2011...you know, those crazy life changing events that happen-that just slip your mind-yeah...me too...oh until 3 months later when I change my FACEBOOK status from "In a relationship" to "Married..."</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">BUT ALAS-I am NOT her...I am Me, and just so you know, the above-is a TRUE story and here is MY Confess Sesh:</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">ONE</div><div align="center">I AM UPSET PEOPLE...UPSET...I am not even sure where to start with this one...so in case you aren't friends with my sister-She, apparently, is married...I know right?! Crazy. What's that? -No, I don't know what her dress looked like-Oh, nope, Can't tell you how she wore her hair-Ummmm-nope don't even know "new" Brother In Law's middle name or anything about his family...oh yeah, no, I can't tell you WHAT DATE or TIME they actually did get married...nope, none of that-oh because I had no clue it was happening...and neither did any of the rest of my family for that matter. Seriously...</div><div align="center">Please don't get me wrong-I am ALL FOR ELOPEMENT-ELOPE if that is what you want to do-don't want a huge ceremony? Perfect-go to the JoP and have a quick ceremony..(.hey-if you want to get married in SC, call me-I can perform the ceremony for you-I am pretty dern good at it if you ask me-but I can give you references should you doubt my awesome abilities...) Talk to you family about it though! Life changing events are just that-THEY ARE EVENTS THAT CHANGE YOUR LIFE-ALL ASPECTS OF IT...and I am apart of that life too-and I feel super disrespected at the way I found out about this marriage...Oh, no, it wasn't via phone conversations-clearly we are much too busy being married for that...nope, it wasn't over lunch-also too busy being married for that...it wasn't while we were trick or treating ALL TOGETHER-I didn't see a wedding ring when I saw you last either-because one of us has gone out of our way to hide this new status...until yesterday. Yesterday my sister logs into Facebook and changes her status from in a Relationship to Married...and she doesn't have the opportunity to call her family to tell them at any point in the last THREE Months that she is married, but is OK with letting them read it on the World Wide Web where God and Country found out as well...nice...hope you secret marriage is everything you hoped it would be. I thought we were closer than that-and I have always been the one to give you the benefit of the doubt when no one else would or did...My feelings are hurt and I feel disrespected. no-Thank you very much. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">TWO</div><div align="center">I haven't started Christmas shopping yet...S-L-A-C-K I know...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">That's it for this week kiddo's-what are your confessions? Link up with <a href="http://www.blondeambitionblog.com/2011/12/confessional-friday-link-up_16.html">Leslie</a> and spill your guts!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8043844973012757028.post-74926931115526232672011-12-12T13:14:00.001-05:002011-12-13T12:50:29.457-05:00I have created a Hostile Work Environment for My PantsSo I missed Posting this Friday because we were out of town-we went to Bryson City, NC to ride the Polar Express-it was a blast-and hopefully you will have the fortunate opportunity to read about that adventure later...if I have some time to write about it (and if you are a frequent visitor or follower of mine you know not to hold your breath for a quick post because I am SLACK.)...<br />
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On to Spilling my Confessions-in no particular order other than what comes to my mind first<br />
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<div align="center"><strong>ONE</strong></div><div align="center">When the Sale comes First and the Truth comes Second...yes, I am fully aware those are lyrics to a song...but for real...and this applies to many aspects of life...say...for example...in a job interview. I know both the interviewer and the interviewee are both trying to sell something...to the other party, but seriously people-FULL DISCLOSURE and HONESTY are important. If you tell me that "People don't Leave" your company but every time I turn around they are dropping like flies for one reason or another...someone wasn't honest...if you tell someone you are a hard worker, but the only thing I see you working hard to do -is to find others to do your work...we have a problem...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>TWO</strong></div><div align="center">I hate people who are All talk...seriously-if you were that awesome at what you do you would NEVER have to tell me (or anyone else for that matter) how good you are at something-because I would have heard it from other people-or seen it in action for myself. PERIOD</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>THREE</strong></div><div align="center">Trying to accommodate all of the families during the holidays is making me crazy...for.real. We spend all day driving around to various houses on Christmas Day that we don't really ever get to enjoy the time we have with the people we are with (and Hannah doesn't get to play with her toys either... which wasn't really a problem before, but now that she is 3...I know so old right?...she is going to expect to be able to play with the toys she opens this year) because we are so busy thinking about when we need to leave and our next location...this year, we are going to try to spread Christmas across a few days...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>FOUR</strong></div><div align="center">I ate like a Fatty 5000 this weekend while in the Mountains...and I have been listening to my pants scream at me all morning for it too...or maybe it is my muffin top that is screaming-hard to tell at this point because I am too puffed up to lean over and see which it is for sure...regardless...diet is BACK ON...anyone want some lifesavers-they must be removed from my office immediately-come people you don't want my pants to go on strike anymore than I do for labor abuse...they are going to make a hostile work environment claim in the very near future...I can feel it...no seriously...i can feel it...</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>FIVE</strong></div><div align="center">One of my Favs-is having a baby VERY soon (don't tell her that because she might get a bit freaked out-but she is totally ready for it and is a Great mom so it will be okay if she finds out...though...I am pretty sure she knows she is due soon too...) and I feel like i haven't seen her in so long and i am a bad friend...I promise to try to take you out on a Baby Mama date soon! I know you are busy with the Holidays but should you need an <strike>escape</strike>-err...break you just say the word and I will scoop you up...</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>SIX</strong></div><div align="center">I hate the thought that people touch my stuff when I am not around...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>SEVEN</strong></div><div align="center">Pot luck lunches creep me out sometimes...I mean, if I don't KNOW you, I am not likely to eat your food because I have no idea how you made it...I was unaware that I felt this way until I heard my last manager say it out loud (though she was referring to herself at the time, and not me) and it hit me-Self-you don't know what that person's kitchen looks like...and you KNOW they don't wash their hands in the restroom before they leave so why would you consider eating their food? </div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>EIGHT</strong></div><div align="center">So...I haven't bought those black or brown slacks I mentioned in the <a href="http://phalenfamtales.blogspot.com/2011/12/confessions.html">here</a> but I am still on the hunt...but I haven't actually looked for any...and until the <em>situation</em> detailed in FOUR is resolved, I will NOT be shopping for them anytime soon</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>NINE</strong></div><div align="center">OK..I have a closet problem...but if you ask Hubs (and I STRONGLY encourage you not too...) he will tell you I have a shoe problem...I just don't have enough closet space for all of the shoes I have...or any of the ones I WANT to own...I can't help it...The shoe department is like my SPCA...I can't walk by a beautiful pair of shoes without hearing it cry out for an owner! They WANT me to buy them...so I do...much to Hubs' dismay...and because of the lack of closet space, and the fact that I KNOW Hubs will D-I-E if he sees me procure ANOTHER pair of shoes (in any color, height, fabric...what have you) he might...well I am not sure what he would do, but I don't want to find out...so I keep a lot of them in my trunk...and backseat...and front passenger side of the car...OK...my car is a mobile shoe closet...I said it-happy?! none the less...I can't stop myself from buying shoes...I love them...and they love me...and like I said-it just breaks my heart to see a perfectly good pair of beautiful shoes sitting around WAITING to be loved....my mother in law has this same feeling when she goes to the SPCA and now has 2 dogs...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>TEN</strong></div><div align="center">Hubs Stinks...well...<em>he</em> doesn't stink...but what he is constantly letting OUT does...I mean, it was so bad yesterday, I had to leave THE HOUSE...which might have been a bad idea because when I walked back it, it was like getting slapped in the face-Dutch Oven style-TIMES 100 because the heat was on and the doors were closed...ugh...why doesn't he get that he COULD leave the room and do all that stuff in a room (or outside) where no one else is sitting...like..oh..i don't know...the BATHROOM? I know you know what I am talking about-if you live with a boy...it was so bad-HE was giggling and didn't want to breathe...All.Day.For.Real</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>ELEVEN</strong></div><div align="center">I HATE HATE HATE having to repeat myself more than once...ESPECIALLY if you aren't listening...recently someone asked me to repeat what I had just said...it went like this: </div><div align="center">Person: hey-Erin-do you know where I can find (insert item here)</div><div align="center">Me: Yeah, I think you can get them at Target </div><div align="center">PERSON: What now? Say that again, I am listening this time</div><div align="center">Me: Sigh-I think you can get them at Target</div><div align="center">Person: What-I wasn't listening again...</div><div align="center">Me: I am not repeating myself again because you aren't listening...and for the record...you asked ME for help, and THEN said you were listening, and you really weren't-it isn't like I interrupted you and asked you for your help...</div><div align="center">Person: Well that was rude...</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong>TWELVE</strong></div><div align="center">If you are too sick to go to church with your family, then you are too sick to go hangout with your friends to relax...get back in bed and take your medicine and go to sleep...and IF you suggest that you are going to meet up with your friends, DO NOT, and I cannot stress this enough-DO NOT complain about how bad you feel. PERIOD</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>THIRTEEN</strong></div><div align="center">I may have mentioned an OCD coworker...I brought him a Holiday treat today, and he was so excited he gave me a hug...now, before you say-so-big deal-let me explain...he doesn't touch others because of said OCD factor...so he wraps his arms around himself and squeezes and sways back and forth while telling me he is giving me a Giant Hug...I see the face you are making and all I can say is I know right?</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>FOURTEEN</strong></div><div align="center">I really cannot stand the sound of a spoon scraping the inside of a yogurt-type container...you know...where the person is just trying to get the last bit of yogurt (pudding, soup, etc) out before throwing it away...like nails on a chalkboard...</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>FIFTEEN</strong></div><div align="center">Similar to fourteen-I CANNOT stand the sound of cardboard rubbing on cardboard...blech...packing household items with me is a dream!</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>SIXTEEN</strong></div><div align="center">I stare at myself in mirror-whenever possible...seriously...If a reflection can be seen, I am trying to find it...I was "outed" of this character trait in high school-a group of us has gone out to dinner-Olive Garden I believe-and someone saw me staring at myself across the table...I also do this while I am talking on the phone...I like to see what faces I naturally make when speaking to others...and see if I make a face if it changes the tone I am using...</div><div align="center"><br />
<strong>SEVENTEEN</strong></div><div align="center">I sing songs-in my head-while brushing my teeth...and I frequently find myself dancing along to said song...as does Hubs...who always wants to know what I am doing...to which he receives the following response: </div><div align="center">"Brushing my teeth-Duh" what does it look like? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">That is probably enough for one session...Hope to read your confessions too!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11245166663070207990noreply@blogger.com1