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    <title>Domesticating Ari</title>
    
    
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    <subtitle>I dream of domestication, these are the days of my life...</subtitle>
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        <title>Holla..</title>
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        <published>2007-02-23T13:00:46-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-02-23T13:00:46-08:00</updated>
        <summary>Man my life is so un blogworthy lately. I am also about to lose my subscrition here. My old credit card expired this month and since I do not have one to renew it with, Bye Bye Blog. Oh how...</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Man my life is so un blogworthy lately. I am also about to lose my subscrition here. My old credit card expired this month and since I do not have one to renew it with, Bye Bye Blog. Oh how I loved this blog, designing my titles and all. But I must move back to blogger. Yippee freaking yay. NOT. I will shed me tears in private.</p>

<p>But Blogger and I will be best of friends once again.</p>

<p><a href="http://www.domesticatingari.blogspot.com">www.domesticatingari.blogspot.com</a></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>TGIF</title>
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        <published>2007-02-16T11:19:05-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-02-16T11:19:05-08:00</updated>
        <summary>Wow what a week it has been for me. On Tuesday I quit my job. Remember the one I was so excited to get? It was the worst job I have ever done in my life. Ok the job wasn't...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Wow what a week it has been for me. On Tuesday I quit my job. Remember the one I was so excited to get? It was the worst job I have ever done in my life. Ok the job wasn't so bad, but the company. It was horrible I am not even going to go into details as it's not even worth my time any more. I made a great choice to leave, I was fully supported from whomever I spoke with, and I will carry on happily without that place. </p>

<p>In turn ,I will go back to James company. Home is where the heart is and even though it's just not pmy "perfect" job, it's really great in many ways. I will try to take on as much as I can so I will learn as much as I can this time. Maybe through learning all the ins and outs, I can help James achieve his goal of owning his own shop one day.</p>

<p>I hope everyone had a fantastic Valentines day,We did<span style="FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Monotype Corsiva&quot;">♥</span></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>He loves me..</title>
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        <published>2007-02-13T19:46:07-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-02-13T19:46:07-08:00</updated>
        <summary>This is my Valentines gift from my sweet sweet man.This was on his blog. Tuesday, February 13, 2007 Valentines Eve' 2007 Will you be my Valentine? Valentine's Eve, so here's my chance, to tell you how I feel. About the...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>This is my Valentines gift from my sweet sweet man.This was on his blog.</p>

<h2 class="date-header">Tuesday, February 13, 2007</h2>

<div class="post uncustomized-post-template"><a name="1415394545721659208" /><h3 class="post-title"><a href="http://memoirsofachimneysweep.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-eve-2007_13.html">Valentines Eve' 2007</a> </h3>

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<div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 180%; COLOR: #ff6666"><strong><span style="font-size: 1.4em;">Will you be my Valentine?</span></strong></span></div>

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<div><strong><span style="COLOR: #c0c0c0">Valentine's Eve, so here's my chance,</span></strong></div>

<div><strong>to tell you how I feel.</strong></div>

<div><strong>About the love that we both share.</strong></div>

<div><strong>A love that's so unreal.</strong></div>

<div><strong>Fate or God or something great,</strong></div>

<div><strong>brought me to you that day.</strong></div>

<div><strong>Eight months of fire and fever,</strong></div>

<div><strong>We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">settled</span> down that May.</strong></div>

<div><strong>Eight years later, I see you know.</strong></div>

<div><strong>You can make my heart stand still.</strong></div>

<div><strong>We've been down and made some bumpy roads.</strong></div>

<div><strong>We have climbed a mountain hill.</strong></div>

<div><strong>Those moments we shared, cannot be lost.</strong></div>

<div><strong>Forever there in time.</strong></div>

<div><strong>So this year more than ever babe,</strong></div>

<div><strong>Will you be my Valentine?</strong></div>

<div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 180%; COLOR: #ff0000; FONT-FAMILY: courier new"><strong /></span></div>

<div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 130%"><span style="COLOR: #ff6666"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Courier New">Through good times and bad, I am forever <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yours</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Arianne</span></span> Bryce. I will follow, stand behind, beside and when you need me...right in front of you, my love. Happy </span></strong><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Courier New">valentine's Ari! Love, your Hubby'.</span></strong></span></span></span></div>

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<div><strong><span style="FONT-SIZE: 130%; COLOR: #ffffff; FONT-FAMILY: Courier New"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">-Jamie L. Bryce.</span></span></strong></div>



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        <title>ER For Emma</title>
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        <published>2007-02-09T18:02:24-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-02-09T18:02:24-08:00</updated>
        <summary>I have never been so scared in my life. I'll make this short as I am exhausted but wanted to let you know. Emma had been feeling very odd the past few days and last night she was very sick....</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;img title="Puffy" alt="Puffy" src="http://bryce4life.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/puffy.jpg" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /&gt;I have never been so scared in my life. I'll make this short as I am exhausted but wanted to let you know. Emma had been feeling very odd the past few days and last night she was very sick. She had lost her voice the day before and I could see she was struggling to breath but did what I could to ease it. So last night we put her in the cot beside us in bed so we could monitor here. I am kidding you not, every breath in and out scared the shit out of me. So at 2am it finally scared me so bad and James too, that I packed her up to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and waited for almost 2 hours before we even got into the emergency room, once there it was many hours in there as well. But luckily as soon as I got to the ER, she started getting very ill. She had a huge fever that started, got a HUGE rash on her face and her breathing got worse. The Doctors finally saw her and gave her some steroids to help her throat get less swollen, some ventelin in a mask that emits some puffing medicine and some Tylenol for her raging fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicines went in fine (i did catch some pics on my phone) but the fact that once she was given Tylenol, her fever got worse, the doc sent her for x-rays to rule out pneumonia. So Emma gets up, throws up all over the place, sends us back to &amp;quot;going home no where fast&amp;quot;... and we are in a re hydration schedule now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a long day and so many stories. Long story.. x-rays show no infection, thank god, and she ended up having a CROUP attack. Almost 6 years old and Croup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been so scared in my life....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>One week down</title>
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        <published>2007-02-03T09:28:49-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-02-03T09:28:49-08:00</updated>
        <summary>wish I was in a chatty mood but there's really nothing to talk about. My job is kind of blah. Nothing exciting, not what I thought and I am pretty much annoying my boss every time I ask a question....</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="color: #008080;"><p>wish I was in a chatty mood but there's really nothing to talk about. My job is kind of blah. Nothing exciting, not what I thought and I am pretty much annoying my boss every time I ask a question. So it's hard to ask lots of questions when you know it's interrupting someone else's drama filled mind.</p>

<p>But I have managed to figure things out. I was almost late yesterday as I set my alarm clock wrong and I was an hour behind schedule. We still managed to roll out of bed get the kids ready and I made it to work in 40 minutes. I usually have a hour and 40 minutes to get ready. Mind you my face was naked and I felt like shit when I got there. But the bottom line was I made it.</p>

<p>There are some and I underline some people there that are somewhat nice. Most are egotistical people that think they are the best of the best. I HATE that type. My actual boss's boss's boss walked by me in the lunch room and saw my ham sandwich and said "that looks yummy.... If you like animal flesh" and she walked off. I was stunned. I mean how the hell someone can think they can say that and just walk away. It pissed me off.</p>

<p>So I am going to give it a month here. By the end of February I'll really know it I even want to attempt to fit in here.</p>

<p>As for me home life, there is not. James has been getting the kids everyday from daycare, cooking dinner and keeping the house clean. He has done very well. Along with his tasks came the "I know how you feel" feelings. He now feels just as overworked and overwhelmed as I always have doing all of that day in and day out.</p>

<p>So life is different, yet still good. I am even managing to lose weight. I find at night I am so not hungry.</p></span></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>I'm a working girl..</title>
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        <published>2007-01-29T18:43:43-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-01-29T18:43:43-08:00</updated>
        <summary>And let me be the first to say "WHEW". So much to learn, so much to get used to and so many different things that have to be done. As most of you know, my aunt was to provide daycare...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>And let me be the first to say "WHEW". So much to learn, so much to get used to and so many different things that have to be done. As most of you know, my aunt was to provide daycare for me and at the last minute she pulled out. Unless your poor enough to go on Subsidy for daycare, it's IMPOSSIBLE to find and afford daycare out there. Day care for 2 children is about $1200 per month. And even if you can afford that, you still have to make sure they can take your child to and from school. Let me tell you finding the daycare I got, was purely a miracle. It's such a long story and I find that there are many things that are going on, or have gone on that are just better left unsaid. Sometimes typing it out makes me relive it and either I want to keep it close to me, or I just don't wish to re-visit it.</p>

<p>So my days used to be quite boring and now that's the last thing on my mind. The kids and I are off at 7am and I come home from work at 5pm. Long days but they are good days.</p>

<p>Tomorrow (Tuesday) I am writing my provincial exam for English. Please pray for me (thanks for the prior prayers Amy, they worked), I want to do really well and I also have do go to work right after it. Mondays are going to consist of work until 4:30 and then race to get some food and be at school by 5:15-7:00pm. Thursdays we have our Marriage course. I really love it as they are only for the couples and they serve us a really nice dinner before the class starts. Also the fact it is giving James and I some much needed mingling with other married couples and tools to strengthen our unmistakable bond we have.</p>

<p>So the wind brings us new change and we are blowing happily in the new breeze.</p>

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    <entry>
        <title>The Power of God</title>
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        <published>2007-01-26T10:09:35-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-01-26T10:09:35-08:00</updated>
        <summary>If you don't believe, you should. It could be the difference of life or death. Actually eternal life... But let me tell you how God saved us last night. James and I were coming home late last night after our...</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>If you don't believe, you should. It could be the difference of life or death. Actually eternal life... But let me tell you how God saved us last night.</p>

<p>James and I were coming home late last night after our Marriage course we had signed up had it's first meeting. We picked the kids up from Daycare and were on our way home. It was so foggy outside and we live in the flats of the country so it tends to get quite thick as well. On our street there was an oncoming car up ahead and James sped up a little to turn into our driveway before this person came in front of us. Our driveway is a thin driveway surrounded by 2 huge canals full of water. The day before these canals were overflowing full with all the rain we had. So as James was going a little too fast he misjudged our driveway and pulled in after it. He went right for the canal.I screamed STOP.. the canal... and for the second time in his life he STOPPED immediately by slamming on the brakes and turning his wheels away from the it. That wheel turn hung us in the air. If the wheel had been the way he started, we'd have smashed into the ditch at full force, sending the airbags off and smashing our car. I am sure the kids would have been even more terrified than they already were.</p>

<p>So we stopped. Hanging. I could feel there was only one tire touching the ground and all he and I could think about was getting the kids out before the car fell into this canal. We weren't sure if it would fall in nose first, or driver side down. Emma sits behind James. James is sitting petrified at what just happened, he's yelling at me to get the kids out and I open my door, jump down a little to the ground and as soon as I get out, the car lifts even higher. I was so nervous that I would cause it to slide by getting out. I go to open Josh's door as he's behind me. Emma was already getting out of her car seat climbing over to my side as soon as we told her to. The doors are locked. i have to go back to my door, and I can't find the unlock button. I was so scared it just wasn't being seen. I think James unlocked from his side as I heard it unlock. I opened Josh's door and pulled Emma out over him by her jacket. I was amazed at my strength. I unbuckled Josh's 5 point harness in about .5 seconds flat. Funny how adrenaline makes you move so fast. I got the kids out and away from the car and there was just James sitting in it quietly.</p>

<p>2 people came down our street almost immediately. One a young man on his way home from work. He pulled beside me on the road and asked if I needed help and I obviously said yes, my husband is still in the car. So he helped get James out and then another man in a pick up truck came by. He asked if we needed to be pulled back up. Yes again we answered.</p>

<p>Both Emma and Josh were with me and they were so scared they were shivering. It was quite cute to have them like that. I knew now that if the car was to fall, we were all out if so it was ok. I kept trying to tell them that but they were so nervous. The man in the truck was also on his way home from work and he happened to have a chain in the back of his truck from something he had just done. He managed to hook us up and with a few tries, pull us out.</p>

<p>I tried to take a picture with my cell phone camera but it was so dark and foggy, it did not work out.</p>

<p>So the bottom line is we were saved. Our car stopped immediately, which was due to the new tires we just got. Somehow the car hung there for us to get out. The canal had drained during the day so it was no longer overflowing with water and the first 2 people who drove by, came to help.</p>

<p>I had a miserable sleep last night thinking about it. But thank god it happened the way it did.</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Today was my last day.</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-15420166</id>
        <published>2007-01-25T11:48:21-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-01-25T11:48:21-08:00</updated>
        <summary>At school that is. And even that is not completly correct. Today was my last day of daytime school. I still have one more class to finish and that class starts in February. It's night classes. I will miss my...</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>At school that is. And even that is not completly correct. Today was my last day of daytime school. I still have one more class to finish and that class starts in February. It's night classes. I will miss my English class. My teacher was amazing and the few girls that remained in that class, were really amazing. It made going back to high school 11 years or so later, much better.</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Please</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-15384350</id>
        <published>2007-01-24T11:27:05-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-01-24T11:27:05-08:00</updated>
        <summary>Pray for me right now. I need some serious miraculous help. So put them hands together and pray that whatever is God's will, let it be done. Give me strength to deal with this outcome. Please.</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Pray for me right now. I need some serious miraculous help. So put them hands together and pray that whatever is God's will, let it be done. Give me strength to deal with this outcome.</p>

<p>Please.</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>The Good News Is...</title>
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        <published>2007-01-22T15:53:18-08:00</published>
        <updated>2007-01-22T15:53:18-08:00</updated>
        <summary>I got a job!! I applied for an administrative position in the Best Buy/Future Shop Distribution Center and I got the job today. This distribution center is for all of Canada so it is a HUGE job. It has great...</summary>
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            <name>AriBryce</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>I got a job!! I applied for an administrative position in the Best Buy/Future Shop Distribution Center and I got the job today. This distribution center is for all of Canada so it is a HUGE job. It has great pay, benefits and full time hours. It is a contract position for 3 months but after that If I do well, they might put me in the position that is available for a permanent time. My job is many things so the more I learn about it, the more I will let you all know. I know right now I am dealing with everyone from technicians to customers with warranty issues.</p>

<p>Please pray this is a smooth transition for me and my family. My aunt has agreed to come back to provide childcare for my kids even though she is now much farther away from here. James will be taking on a lot of responsibility being the first one home and the dinner starter, please pray he doesn't get overwhelmed.</p>

<p>So from a one time homemaker, I'm spreading my wings and venturing out into the unknown. Being apart from the family business is really big for me as I get to sell me, not them.</p></div>
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