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    <title>My DREAM house!</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T12:51:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">We put an offer in over a month ago for our dream house, OUR DREAM HOUSE!! Everyone is on the same page. I saw it while I was out garage saling, drove hubby by it, he took the kiddies over, we just couldn't stay away. THEN, we found out that the back door was open, so we walked through (it's vacant, of course). It is everything we want and more! It has the most beautiful landscaping with palm trees and a stunning tropical setting. It has a huge screened in pool, that has a diving board and a deep end (apparently, my teenage son thinks this is the best feature. Our pool now is only 5ft deep in the deep end. It never bothered me, swims the same, but I guess he has a million tricks that are just dying to come out on the diving board), a HUGE kitchen with 2 islands, a seperate formal dining room that hubby can put his billiard table in and it would look fabulous AND 3 bathrooms. We haven't had three bathrooms since we sold our Ivan damaged house 2 years ago. It also has fabulous windows, great insulation and all the other non-interesting things like that a house can have :) I cried when their agent called me. I couldn't believe it. I am so happy. The current owners want to do everything right away. I have been a busy little girl putting stuff in my store. I even put my car in there, so if ANYONE wants to buy a 2005 Expedition Limited, it's listed in www.FabulousFloridaFinds.com. It is a GREAT SUV. The kids are all driving themselves, except for the baby. So I don't need this big of a car now. I want to get a Chrysler Pacifica. It's just a smaller SUV. A little different on the outside, but ROCKS on the inside. I wanted to get the Murano, but I think I like this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are shopping for a car, go check it out! It has an unbelievable price on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! I wanted this house so badly, it made me feel like I was going to vomit or explode, thank GOD I didn't do either one. Now I am so excited, I feel like I am going to vomit or explode :)</content>
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    <title>The Sweetest Memories...</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T06:13:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I remember her first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday. She was so excited. We had her backpack packed up with crayons and a beach towel for nap time. It was bright pink and purple and almost the same size as her, her backpack. We walked her down the huge hallway to Julie Smith's class. She was so excited. She wore a cute little denim skirt that was off white and had flowers around the top and the matching shirt. She was careful to pick out just the right outfit. She had on her sweet little ruffled socks and a pair of Keds. She had bouncing pig tails that were just perfect. She was so excited. I kissed her goodbye and cried all the way back to the front of the school. We had been taking pictures the whole time. This was the biggest day ever, right? She couldn't sleep the night before. She was so excited. She was a big girl and she was going to the big girl school. I thought about her all day. I worried she was eating lunch alone. I wondered if she had made any new friends or if she was too nervous to talk to anyone. I worried she might get lost in the halls, they were so big and she was so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a great day. She was so excited. She had made so many new friends and wanted to invite all of them home. They were all her best friends. She loved her teacher, coloring and story time. She couldn't talk fast enough to tell us about her day. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget today. It was her first day of school all over again. She wore a white skirt with a white,black and pink shirt, pink shoes and wore her hair down. She had to look just right.She was so excited. She couldn't wait to kiss me bye and drive off. She had decorated the car so everyone would know it was her year. She couldn't sleep the night before. She was so excited. I thought about her all day.I wondered how her day was going. Did she make any new friends? Was she nervous in class? Would everyone be happy to see her and who would she sit with at lunch? She has gotten so big. I can't believe she is so much taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a great day. She was so excited. She had made new friends and was just as happy to see the old ones. She was excited about some classes and dreading others. She couldn't talk fast enough to tell me about her day. She was so excited. I still can't believe that she is a Senior, it seems like just yesterday....bouncing pig tails and ruffled socks with a beach towel for naptime.</content>
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    <title>I Miss You!</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T04:00:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T04:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Dearest Mom,&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months today. I have had a really hard time today. It's such a sad day for so many people, and I am no exception. Six months ago, I got the phone call around 2am that I better get to you. I did. When everyone said that they couldn't watch, I didn't think about myself. I thought about you. I was hoping you weren't scared. I was hoping that you knew I was there holding your hand. I was hoping you could hear my voice and understand the words I was saying to you. I was hoping you weren't in any pain. But most of all, I was hoping that it was a bad dream and that I would wake up and you would be you all over again. This morning around 2am I woke up to the song "I hope you had the time of your life." I couldn't believe it. Everytime I hear that song I change the station, I have ever since Melissa's death. I could hear it and I was still asleep. I kept thinking that I had to get away from it. I couldn't listen, but I couldn't fully wake up and get away from it. I don't even know why the tv was on that station. God Mom, did you have a good life? Did you do all the things you wanted to? You worked so hard. I know I took advantage of that, I am so sorry. I wish I could have done so much more for you. You deserve so much. Isn't it funny how we always think we don't have time for things until our time runs out? I always thought I didn't have the time to drive "all the way" to your house to visit. Amazingly enough, if I would have known, I would have driven there everyday, several times a day. I took for granted you would always be there, so I never told you all the things that I should have. I should have told you how much I admired you. I didn't agree with a lot of your lifestyle choices but I admire your ability to adjust and make do. You were my hero in so many ways. Thank you for the love and support you showed me through most of my life. I couldn't have had Kristen without your help and support and I appreciate that more than I could ever express to you. She means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt; I have such mixed emotions, Mom. I feel like it was just yesterday that we were argueing about Mardi Gras, or me being ashamed of my raising. It seems like just yesterday that you were holding my hand when I was scared having Laken. It seems like just yesterday that we were sitting, facing each other just talking about life. On the other hand, it feels like it's been forever since I sat down and talked to you. It feels like it's been forever that I felt your hug. It seems like it's been forever since I heard you say my name or call me baby or hug me or, or, or anything! It just seems like it's been forever. I never knew what a staple in my life you were. I always loved you, always. You frustrated me to no end, but I loved you. I can't imagine it being this painful forever, yet, I can't imagine it not. Oh my God,Mom I miss you so much! It hurts so bad. I want to curl up in your lap. I want to see the kids curl up in your lap. I want to smell you. I wished you wore perfume so that I could spray it and have that memory all the time. I want you to fuss at me that I am making things hard on myself because Laken is so spoiled. I want to be able to call you and wish you a happy grandparents day. I want you to wipe away my tears and tell me everythings going to be alright. I need you Mom. I need you. I really need you. This is so painful and sad and hurtful and lonely. Six months. Six months without you. Six months without my Mom. Six months without the grandmother to my children. Six months without my husband's mother-in-law. Six months without one of the best friends I have ever had. Six months without your nurturing. Six months without my Mom. Six months. Six months and a lifetime to go.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are holding my spot, Mom. I hope you are putting a good word in for me. I hope you know how much I need you. I hope you know how much I miss you. I hope it's as beautiful there as the Book says. I hope you are happy. I hope you watch over us. I hope you know how much you are loved. I hope you keep leaving me pennies. I hope you know how sorry I am for not saving you. I love you,Mom. I love you, I miss you, I love you! Please help me. I need you to help me make the pain ease up. I know it will never stop. I just need it to ease up. Please come see me tonight. It's been six months Mom. Six Hard Months. Hard. I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/iamqueenb/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love a daughter has to give,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Thank you for Eric's wallet. I know it was you :)</content>
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    <title>Peter Jennings....</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T04:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T04:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel compelled to write about this. I am not trying to offend anyone. I am not trying to preach. I am not trying to judge. I am not trying to be holier-than-thou. I just know that if I don't get this out I might explode. I am really not trying to offend. If you get offended, please, I am soo sorry. Peter Jennings died on Sunday. He was 67. I am sad that he passed, but happy for his wife and children that they got him til he was 67. He admitted that his illness was caused by smoking. His regret was obvious. I am sorry and my thoughts are with his family. It's a long hard struggle to deal with death and theirs is just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I would soak up everything they would tell us in health class and run home to beg my Mom to quit smoking. My Mother passed at 55. She smoked for 45 years. Yes, she was 10 years old. 10 years old. Everytime I would say anything to her, she would ever-so-kindly tell me to mind my own business. I didn't pay for her habit, it didn't effect me and it was not my concern. But, it was. I was the kid that was inside her when she smoked while she was pregnant (one of my BIGGEST pet peeves). I was the same kid that was closed up in the car with her, because she couldn't wait to smoke. I was the kid that grew up in a house with her and she smoked wherever she wanted to. As I had children of my own, I would not take them to her house if she were smoking in there. That was one situation I didn't want to put my children in and I had the final say. The day came when my parents wanted to sell their home and as their Realtor, I got to tell them to repaint everything...baseboards, ceilings, walls, moldings, everything. They had to de-smoke the house. Then I told them they were no longer allowed to smoke in there. Amazingly enough, my parents started having visitors. People could breathe in their house so they would visit. I restricted my children being around second hand smoke while my Mom made fun of me. But I didn't want them to have the respiratory problems that I had growing up. And once again, the day came when my Mom needed help financially. I remembered her comments from my childhood and thought it was the perfect time to talk to her. She heard my words, but she didn't listen. &lt;br /&gt;Let's fast foward. My Mom is laying in a hospital bed. She knows her diagnosis, even though we don't talk about it in front of her. She sees the tears and she knows. She has regret. She has sooo much regret. It was suddenly my business. It was my business to take care of her, to hold her hand, and to get her anything and everything she could ever want in her final weeks, days, hours and minutes. She tried to talk to anyone that came to visit her that smoked. She tried to tell them to stop. The side of the cigarette pack says something to the effect of "might cause lung cancer". My Mother passed from intersticial lung disease. Her lung doctor said it was worse than cancer. I asked him again and again if he was sure that my Mom didn't have lung cancer. Couldn't we give her chemo, something, anything and let me have her a while longer. I haven't shown her the love I need to. I haven't told her how much I appreciate her. I haven't told her...I haven't told her that I was proud of her and that I was proud to be her daughter. His reply was the same, "it's worse than cancer, this will take your Mom's life and it won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard not to be angry. THOSE DAMN CIGARETTES!!! I held my Mother's hand while she cried, she knew. I brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. Our roles had reversed. The woman that had always taken care of me needed me now. It was only a few days. I held her hand and laid my head on her chest as she took her last breath. It is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I think about it everyday. I think about her everyday. I want to talk to her everyday. I want to hug her everyday. And I want her to see her grandbabies everyday. It wasn't my business, that's what she told me. It wasn't my business. I miss my Mom so much. I should have made it my business.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine your child having to go through this sort of pain? Most hospitals have a free clinic to help you quit smoking. They had set my Mom up for the program and a support group, she never had a chance to try. Please, think about it. Again, I am not judging. I am overweight. The last thing I want to be is judged. I just needed you to know what might be in your future and the future of your children. She was only 55.&lt;br /&gt;Again, if I offended you, I am truly sorry. That was not my intentions. I was just trying to make it my business.</content>
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    <title>I saw her today...</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T22:03:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T22:03:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was working around the house and I saw her today. I saw her hands, I saw the same wrinkles I have seen since I was a kid. I saw her veins, her fingers, the crinkle in her skin around her knuckles. For a minute it made me smile. It made me feel like she was with me again, we were just having a Sunday afternoon visit. There it was her hand...at the end of my arm. I guess she is always with me. Thank you Mom...I love you!</content>
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    <title>Happy Fourth!!</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T05:04:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T05:04:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Fourth of July!! I hope everyone has a wonderful fourth of July and stay safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the service or someone in your family is in the service...Thank You!! Thanks for defending my freedom and for helping with the freedom of others on our planet. You rock!! God Bless You and GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!</content>
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    <title>Arlene Update</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T20:02:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-10T20:02:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I took the kids to the beach for some skimming and surfing. Waves are HUGE!!!! Looks like we can't get away from Arlene. Jim Cantore is at the hubby's place. He said it'll be a hurricane before landfall. Called all over town...no generators ANYWHERE!! Not evacuating yet. We'll see what the day brings. Arlene is so far away and the winds are crazy now. It's hard to stand up at the beach. There are sirens going off, the life guards were yelling at the surfers to get out of the water, it's wild. It hasn't started raining yet. The sky looks so weird. Oh well, guess we'll see whats going on later. Have a good day. Pray for us.</content>
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    <title>Photobucket</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T22:20:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T22:20:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Please help!!!!</title>
    <published>2003-10-23T20:10:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-23T20:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I was buying a new computer and didn't want the "mac daddy" of all computers, just wanted something thatwe could use at home, what should I buy? We need it for the kids to do homework, for LJing and just stuff. I don't want to spend a buttload of money on it, but I do want something that I can update/upgrade so I don't have to buy another one next year. Please help.. I am computer stupid and blonde. Give me specifics!!! Spank Ya!</content>
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    <title>I totally forgot....</title>
    <published>2003-09-02T01:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-02T01:43:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Paradise Hotel ;)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is the first Labor Day I haven't worked! I have worked every Labor Day for the last 6 years. You don't get to take Labor Day off when you are a Realtor. Labor Day just means that everyone else just has an extra day off from work to look at property. I really enjoyed having the day off. For eveyone that had to work-Thank you. You deserve an off day.</content>
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    <title>It's unbelievable, BUT....</title>
    <published>2003-09-01T04:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-07T14:48:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MY HUBBY WON A CAR LAST NIGHT!!!! A FREAKIN CAR! A 2003 Mustang Convertible! It's "red fire", it has a Kick booty Mach sound system in it. A freakin car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was working late Thursday night and called into the radio station to win a cd. He was sooo excited that he won the cd. The dj told him he had a chance to win a car, but he had to go to this party. At the party, everyone got a registered number. They put all the numbers in a huge barrell. If they called your number, you were out. The last number in the barrell won, it was us. We won! Sorry, he won! The car is awesome! They radio station had to interview him as soon as he won. So all day they have been playing the promo and eveyone keeps calling us asking if we won a car. It's sooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted. We drove around the beach and to show everyone last night, and got up at 7am to go driving again. We just walked in the door. I am so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a GREAT weekend. I know we are! WOOOHOOO!!!!</content>
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    <title>Crazy Day....</title>
    <published>2003-07-19T19:53:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-19T19:53:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started to my hubby's shop this morning to help him out and there was traffic everywhere-seems some Ricki Retardo decided to rob a bank and was holding hostages. Isn't that so sad?! One thing that makes it worse is the bank that he was holding people in, is a training center. Once the tellers know what they are doing, they are moved to another branch. Why the hell would you rob a bank on a small island? There is NO getaway! We don't have an expressway! He had to be smoking crack. I hope eveyone is alright. The state troopers had the roads blocked until a few minutes ago. It's kinda scary! I used to bank at that bank, until I had a HUGE fight with the manager. I told him to fuck off and I went to the other bank. I don't want anyone hurt though. I got my revenge when the bank manager called my house to set up an appointment with my husband, trying to get his commercial account. I assured the prick that NOONE in MY family would give him the time of day! It felt GREAT. Wow, how did I start going on about that? Sorry. Say a prayer for the hostages and their families please!</content>
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    <title>It has been soooo long...</title>
    <published>2003-03-25T16:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-25T16:52:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I haven't posted in forevah! So much going on-so little time. The weather is sooo unbelievable! I LOVE MY ISLAND!!!! Everyone has spring fever so they keep coming over that damn bridge and invading my space. I love tourists in the summer with allll their tourist money, but spring breakers drive me mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva Daughter made the freshman squad! My child is officially a highschool cheerleader! She is soooo excited (so is mom, if you couldn't tell). She worked sooo hard-it was a stressful week before tryouts.The good news is, she only has to wear her own clothes to school 2 days a week. They have 3 uniforms! We are choosing her classes now for highschool. She only gets 1 elective, cheerleaders have a cheerleading class, so I told her to start on her foreign languages. She is taking Spanish. She only has 1 honors class, though. She took Algebra in Middle School, so she starts high school with a math credit and she gets to take Geometry, but not Geometry honors. (She had a B in Algebra-you have to have an A to get Honors)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, looking back at what I just wrote makes me sound like Mother Hitler. I am a little pushy, but I want my kids to be successful. I want everything for them.</content>
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    <title>It's Monday!!! ALL day loonnnnnggggg!!!</title>
    <published>2003-03-10T16:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-10T16:54:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is FULL of stress! I got my fat ass out of bed this morning and went to a spin class @ freakin 6:30! That might not be early fto a lot of you, but I don't get up at that time. I am awake, I just lay there and watch tv while the kids are getting ready for school. Anywho, The spin class kicked my ASS! Jeesh, Catherine, I don't know how you do it. My rear end hurt soooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill in later!</content>
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    <title>Stupid for anyone reading but note worthy for me...</title>
    <published>2003-03-07T20:27:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just hired a cheerleading coach for my divas partner stunt. She has a partner, but they need some help. YAY! She'll be excited! I rock!!</content>
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    <title>Going 90 to Nothin'</title>
    <published>2003-03-07T17:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-07T17:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and lovin every minute of it. Work is good. Assistant passed her real estate exam and now she is TOTALLY legal. Going to the gym everyday. It's hard to be a fluffy chick at a gym. That's ok, I'll just keep going and soon I'll look like them. &lt;br /&gt;Hired a new cheerleading coach for the teen diva. Tryouts are the end of this month. I hope she makes it. Not looking foward to the thousand dollars you have to pay the day they make it. I'm poooo, no moolah. But if trixie makes the squad, I'll pay! So now I get to pay for her to go to cheerleading/tumbling and then $30/hr for private lessons, I don't think there's anything else I can do. I am tapped out. I'm not one to keep things from the hubby, but I'm not sure how supportive he would be to know we pay so much for cheerleading. Maybe he would be cool about it, our son just started playing select hockey for a travel team. That's not cheap either. Gotta sell a lot of houses to keep up with my kids sports.</content>
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    <title>It's a SAD day in the neighborhood....</title>
    <published>2003-02-27T15:25:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-27T15:25:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RIP Mr. Rogers. Yes, I watched Mr. FRogers and so did my kids. I cried when I found out he died today. He was a very sweet person (on TV). He wasn't sarcastic, rude or in a stupid costume. He will be missed. Thanks for all the great/positive years, Fred Rogers. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, on with Mardi Gras!!!!</content>
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    <title>It's ALMOST time!!!!</title>
    <published>2003-02-26T18:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-26T18:59:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The biggest Mardi Gras parades are this weekend! I can't wait! My family is starting to arrive. We are all starting to stock up on alcohol. Can't wait, can't wait, did I say I can't wait?! I feel the drunkeness coming on now! :)</content>
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    <title>Yuck...</title>
    <published>2003-02-05T23:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-05T23:21:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why does it have to get cold after being like spring for a few days. I'm ready to go to the beach. It's not beach weather right now. I don't like cold weather much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby talked to an old friend last night, made him happy. Work is getting wild!YEAH!! Working late so I can't say much, maybe I'll say more tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>Ramblings of a dumb blonde...</title>
    <published>2003-02-03T17:05:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-03T17:05:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK so I was up til just after 2am finishing "MY" history fair project. It was really my son's. He had a partner, but they didn't finish. I did a great job. I better get a good grade. My husband was laughing at me, but what are you gonna do, just let your kids get a bad grade? Then you have to ground them for getting the bad grade-it's easier to just help them out (ok-DO the project) and then their punishment can be listening to me bitch about it for days on end:) It also helps because now my son and his friend "owe" me. They did the research-I just put it together for them and rewrote their paper. As a response to the question "why are you participating in History Fair,my son (the one with the incredibly high IQ)typed-"We did the History Fair because we had to do it." Huh?! You can't turn that in!Anywho, my lovely daughter reminded me that her project is due next week and if I started doing it now I wouldn't have to stay up so late:) She was just kidding, but I'm sure that I'll be helping her group too. She HAS to make a really good grade because cheerleading tryouts are coming up and grades count more than tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am very saddened by Saturday's events. I feel sooo bad for the families. I starting crying watching GMA this morning because they are showing the families, the home movies and the smiling faces of the crew. I know that they were doing what they love. They know that there are danger in space travel, but it's still hard. I know this sounds terrible, but when they start showing the faces with the names with their stories it makes them more human. They become people with families, not just faces with names. I am trying to remember that EVERY picture I have seen of this crew, they are smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live very near Pensacola Naval Air Station. There are A LOT of Dads,Moms,Sons,Daughters,Friends and neighbors being deployed. While their families are crying and saying their goodbyes, I try not to cry and tell them Thank You! Thank You for protecting my children while you leave yours at home. Thank you for protecting my spouse while your spouse waits for your safe return. I am so emotional about so many troops being out. You can see the difference in our church.There are a lot of people gone. Please, while your praying for the families of the Shuttle crew, remember our deployed loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!I'm done being all sappy. I gotta get some work done. Have a wonderful day!</content>
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    <title>Just another day...</title>
    <published>2003-01-31T17:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-31T17:03:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we are starting to work on our Mardi Gras float for the parades at the end of Feb. I am soooo excited. I LOVE Mardi Gras! On my New Orleans trip, last week, I bought some big beads. I have been buying beads all year on EBAY. I am ready. My garage is packed out with cases of beads. We got a call yesterday that 4 more friends are coming to ride the float, so we have to buy more beads this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I am like a kid before Christmas! I just can't WAIT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.</content>
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    <title>Yesterday was SOOOOO hard...</title>
    <published>2003-01-08T17:15:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-08T17:15:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My girlfriends baby died yesterday. My friend was expecting her first baby, due in just 4 weeks. She's a very guarded person. She just let her guard own about her baby 2 weeks ago. She an her hubby just put the nursery together a week ago. She JUST named him. His name was Mason Cole. She had a perfect prgnancy. She was sooo happy. She asked me to throw her a baby shower and I was fussing about time and drug my feet about planning it. It was supposed to be this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday she came in and asked another friend if the baby stops moving around so much at the end. Our friend told her no. But I told her later that I thought they did. It could have been because my kids were so big (they didn't have much room). She just got a funny feeling and went to her doctors office to hear Mason's heartbeat. She told the nurse she felt fine, she just needed to hear the heartbeat. There wasn't a heartbeat. NO HEARTBEAT! They sent her to thr hospital and started labor. She had to go through all the emotions of labor for her child, who had died. It was horrible. I stayed with them for most of the day. You can only imagine how emotional it was. The grandparents were all there. It was the first child and first grandchild. I am sooo worried about her husband. He was not taking it so well. She had her moments, but he was just sad. The doctor came in and gave him Zanax. &lt;br /&gt;I took another friend and went to their house and put away everything that resembled baby stuff. We packed it all in the nursery, the knitting, the pictures, the books, the bibs, the thank you notes for the baby shower on Sunday, the cradle in their bedroom, EVERYTHING. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a child. It's sooo much more than her not being pregnant anymore. They lost their baby. He was a person, he had hair and fingernails, he ha a name, he had a room, he could have been born earlier in the day and survivied. It's sooo hard. He was delivered at 5 yesterday. The priest had told them to spent a couple of hours with him and then they would have a baptism and make funeral arrangements. Did you know that all those services are donated? The funeral homes in our area are sooo nice that they donate the service for an infant that is still born.&lt;br /&gt;I left late last night. I hope that their strength helps them through this. That they help each other through this and I hope Mason Cole has a peaceful rest with the angels that surround him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they feel love in their lives every day and have a baby soon. The nursery is beautiful! They are beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;I know everything happens for a reason, sometimes its still hard to accept that. &lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful outside today. Its a brand new, beautiful day.</content>
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    <title>iamqueenb @ 2002-11-27T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-27T19:51:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just wanted to wish everyone a blessed and fabulous Thanksgiving! Happy Turkey Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Love to ALL! ;)</content>
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    <title>iamqueenb @ 2002-11-25T17:27:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-25T23:30:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">All the water in the world can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside. I have to remember that and keep the negative feelings out!</content>
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    <title>What's a Mom to do?</title>
    <published>2002-11-22T16:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-22T16:00:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know I have talked about this before, but it has been almost 1 year that my hubby has seen or talked to his best friend. We were all very close. We are the reason that this person moved to Florida. We have all shared some great moments and some not so great moments. Anywho, we had an argument and haven't spoken. We speak to his mother, but haven't spoken to him. My kids have been around this person since they were almost1 and 2 year olds. We all miss him, but they miss him terribly! They did not have an argument with him, so they don't understand why he doesn't have anything to do with them. They wave to him when they see him driving on the highway and when they see him around town (we live in a small area). My daughter is having the hardest time dealing with it. She has spent every Halloween with him since she was a toddler, she had a hard time this year. She has so much going on in her life and she wants to share it. She misses him TERRIBLY. She constantly talks about him. My son talks about him, but not as much. My son's best friend (who practically lives with us) misses this person too and asks about him all the time. The kids have such a hard time understanding. This person's 30th birthday just passed and I wished him a happy birthay in his LJ and told him the kids really missed him. I told him he should e-mail me and I would give him the kids cell phone numbers so he could call them directly. My daughter was sooooo happy that I did that and has asked me just about everyday if he has responded. He hasn't. I hate telling her that. She wants me to comment in his journal again and see if he will respond, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable doing that. I kinda figure if he wanted to talk to her he would have responded already. How do you tell your kids that someone they care about doesn't want to talk to them? Kids have so much to deal with and I don't think there is a gentler way to tell her. Do you have any idea how hormonal a 13 year old is anyway on a daily basis?! I'm really stuck on this one.&lt;br /&gt;I think my hubby misses him too. He is getting ready to open his shop and I think he wants to share his success and excitment. &lt;br /&gt;If a friend "divorces" another friend, do they just "divorce" everything about that person? I'm just an over protective mom who can't imagine crushing her daughters spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Please help!</content>
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