<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:17:45.793-08:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Accomplishments"/><category term="Baptism"/><category term="Bountiful baskets"/><category term="Cloth Diapering"/><category term="College"/><category term="Diapers"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Love-aholic"/><category term="Photography"/><category term="Pregnancy"/><category term="Skydiving"/><category term="UNLV"/><category term="beautiful"/><category term="heartbreak"/><category term="life lessons"/><category term="mistakes"/><category term="mom"/><category term="mom advice"/><category term="new adventures"/><category term="parenting"/><category term="people"/><category term="rock bottom"/><category term="unpopular"/><title type='text'>In love with this thing we call Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-8542012079358508279</id><published>2012-10-07T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T07:32:18.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I am STILL Breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Abel&#39;s 1st birthday is being celebrated today (He is 2 days into his 2nd year of life)!! I am so excited and sad all at the same time! I am so happy to celebrate birthday after birthday with my little guy and all at the same time want him to stay little. That being said I keep hearing this question... &quot;You&#39;re &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; breastfeeding?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So for all those wondering out there, Yes I am still breastfeeding. I plan to until he is 2. The funny thing is in our society I may be the minoirty but in the rest of this world I am the majority. It is perfectly normal for our babies to breastfeed until 2. Yes I said it, it is normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Thereafter infants should receive complementary foods with continued breastfeeding up to 2 years of age or beyond.&quot; Taken From: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.who.int/nutrition/topics/exclusive_breastfeeding/en/&quot;&gt;http://www.who.int/nutrition/topics/exclusive_breastfeeding/en/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some people don&#39;t see any reason for it. So&amp;nbsp;I will tell you a few of my reasons =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It helps to prevent breast, uterian&amp;nbsp;and cervical cancer for me. It provides nutrition for Abel. Also why would I give my baby the milk of a different species if I can provide it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In the second year (12-23 months), 448 mL of breastmilk provides:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;29% of energy requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;43% of protein requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;36% of calcium requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;75% of vitamin A requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;76% of folate requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;94% of vitamin B12 requirements&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;60% of vitamin C requirements&lt;/li&gt;
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– Dewey 2001&lt;br /&gt;
Taken from: &lt;a href=&quot;http://kellymom.com/ages/older-infant/ebf-benefits/&quot;&gt;http://kellymom.com/ages/older-infant/ebf-benefits/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am not taking some crazy stand like the Time magazine asking if you are mom enough. It was simply the choice that is best for our baby. I just hope that the next time a judgement passes in your mom mind when you see a mom breastfeeding considering a few things first. Whenever Abel has been sick breastfeeding comforts him. It also helps to keep him hydrated. I know lots of moms who say their babies won&#39;t eat solids at times of being sick but they will breastfeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;For all of us moms, we all choose different things so just take into consideration that while you probably get asked &quot;Oh.. You didn&#39;t breastfeed?&quot; I get asked why the heck I am still doing it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;For those mom&#39;s unsure of how long to breastfeed consider all the facts and also all the loveliness breastfeeding brings for you and your baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Here is a great website for more info as well &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lalecheleague.org/nb/nbsepoct07p196.html&quot;&gt;http://www.lalecheleague.org/nb/nbsepoct07p196.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Did I mention that I am also rapidly in the middle of planning our wedding!! It has been crazy, the good kinid of course! More to come on this for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8542012079358508279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/8542012079358508279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/8542012079358508279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/8542012079358508279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2012/10/yes-i-am-still-breastfeeding.html' title='YES I am STILL Breastfeeding'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-4417760773886662502</id><published>2012-07-09T07:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-09T07:49:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloth Diapering Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We have&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;been cloth diapering for well over a week now. I love it more then I ever thought. Lots of mommas have been asking questions so I will do my best to give as much info as I can remember at once =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;First off I ordered my diapers through&amp;nbsp;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://sunbabydiapers.com/&quot;&gt;http://sunbabydiapers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They take about 20-30 days to arrive. I think I got mine in 2 weeks. There are no taxes and no shipping charges. I only ordered 12 diapers but I plan to order 12 more. While 12 can work I do find myself washing his diapers often. I got everything below for $60!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Loves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-They are adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-They are easy to put on my little man when he is twisted and crawling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-The absorbency is amazing! My little man is breastfeed and his poops are runny and we have not had one accident of the poop coming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-I don&#39;t feel bad about a diaper that has only been peed in once because I still have the diaper instead of the garbage can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-The cost of this portion of baby has dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-If we take a diaper off for swimming or bath time and he didn&#39;t pee in it I can put it right back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-He can wear just a diaper and I feel like he is dressed ;) around the house of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-The diaper doesn&#39;t fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-When you take the insert out it doubles as a little swimmer!! I love this because Little swimmers are stupid expensive. Cloth diapers work way better! They don&#39;t hold a ton of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Did I mention they are adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The getting use to&#39;s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Changing more often. By this I mean at least every two hours if not sooner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-It is hard to tell when the diaper is wet/full (since they don&#39;t puff up and get squishy like disposable diapers) I have however figured out a quick trip stick my finger in the side if it feel wet I change him. Of course after I have checked for pooh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here is what they look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The not so loves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-I am using a disposable every night. This can be prevented by either doubling up inserts. One in the pocket and one inside. I choose not to because I have 12 inserts and 12 diapers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Cleaning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Cold rinse in the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Soak in hot water if needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Hot water when washing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-Small amount of detergent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-No fabric&amp;nbsp;softeners&amp;nbsp;or dryer sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This website&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zany-zebra.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.zany-zebra.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has the best advice for caring for diapers as well as all sorts of tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I would say we are fairly busy people and we have still been able to manage these. We have the diaper trash bags that we used even with disposables and they work perfect with cloth diapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now that I don&#39;t have to worry about holding my baby down to poke a pin in a piece of cloth I have&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;become a cloth diapering momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This brings me to how I have recently decided to start cloth diapering with Abel. I always use to think Cloth diapers were a piece of cloth that I had to stick pins in to even hold on my baby, which I might add horrified me. Well after some &lt;i&gt;&quot;mom advice&quot;&lt;/i&gt; I discovered it was quite the opposite. Have you recently used a search engine to see just how cute cloth diapers are! They are adorable! I also discovered the start up was a little pricy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister who recently had a baby found a website called sunbabydiapers.com. They are cute and inexpensive. After some research, &lt;i&gt;&quot;mom advice&quot;&lt;/i&gt; and of course Daddy input it was decided..... We are now going to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;cloth diapering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t wait for them to arrive and I will be sure to share my experience with them. We also just signed up for Bountiful Baskets! Another new adventure I am super excited about. Mike and I have decided we are going to start to eliminate as much meat from our diet and add more fruits and veggies. We finally ordered out first basket today and will receive it on Saturday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So here I am adding another thing to my list of unpopular ways to parent my child but hey I much rather have cute diapers, no rashes and more money in the pocket, just saying ;) Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;-DreAnn&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7749334438055470526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/7749334438055470526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/7749334438055470526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/7749334438055470526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2012/06/new-adventures.html' title='New Adventures'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-4262526046927120044</id><published>2011-10-19T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:56:50.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeYEeirZAPYmlgP-T_f0Ok76_mrHriefIXSsXKYS2UXPxDxnj-InZ0V59bd1JX65wwkyAMN14dwmadRwj2_24q-U70rHTPG3_poMOUsnZElS7khJ_9TSmlE_ZxVLEXGEmsAgp07NmKd4Y/s1600/Abel%2527s+birth+12.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeYEeirZAPYmlgP-T_f0Ok76_mrHriefIXSsXKYS2UXPxDxnj-InZ0V59bd1JX65wwkyAMN14dwmadRwj2_24q-U70rHTPG3_poMOUsnZElS7khJ_9TSmlE_ZxVLEXGEmsAgp07NmKd4Y/s320/Abel%2527s+birth+12.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665616076397261922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Your first breathe took ours away &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most woman make very different choices then what I choose to have... Since I can remember I have always said that I would have my babies at home. Most people may have thought it was only something I said and not something I would ever do. Thanks to my mommy and her being a midwife I have always been very educated about hospital births. That is what lead me to the decision of having a water birth at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth experience started with each prenatal I had. They lasted anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour. While I am super lucky to have my mother as my midwife she is still amazing (and not just because I have to say that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Oct. 4th at 2:30 am my water broke... I of course thought I had peed myself and actually got up two times thinking I had peed TWICE! The third time though I knew my water broke because it didn&#39;t really stop! I woke Mike up by yelling that I needed a towel =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to call our midwife (mom) and she said to go to sleep until I started having contractions... SLEEP! Hello my water broke doesn&#39;t this mean baby soon... Yeah not in this case. 12 hours past and I got maybe another hour or two of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 2:30pm contractions started. The contractions were actually quite easy to start with. At this point I was only dilated to a 3. Mike and I went on a few walks around our complex. Around 11:00pm I was pretty tired so our midwife said to go ahead and lay down but that it could possibly slow me down. Needless to say the contractions felt worse and so I was sleeping for about 3-5 minutes between contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the tub to relax some. In between contractions our midwife, my boyfriend (Mike) and I were carrying on a conversation. The contractions were 3 minutes apart and were lasting up to a minute. I ended out of the tub and got checked... I was only at a 3 1/2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from the tub to the birthing tub to the bed all depending on what made me most comfortable. I honestly don&#39;t remember what time it was anymore but the contractions were very hard. Mike helped a ton with the pain by pushing in on my hips like our chiropractor had explained to do. I finally was to a 6 and it seemed like it went by really fast after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to get the urge to push and so when our midwife checked me I was almost to a 10. At 6:08am I was ready to push. My sister Danyl had to rush over. After pushing Abel Cody Hopper was born on Oct. 5th, 2011at 6:34am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the work and pain was well worth it and happiness overwhelmed me as I held my baby boy. The second he came out he started making a sucking noise looking for food. =) We moved from the birthing tub to our bed. I held him the entire time. His cord wasn&#39;t cut until it didn&#39;t have a pulse anymore. For the first hour he was with me and his daddy. After about an hour he was weighted, measured and checked out. He weighted 8lbs. 4oz. and 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in labor for 16 hours and every second was worth it. Not only was it worth it because of my healthy baby boy but also for him to be born into a calm environment in his home and a birth experience that was exactly as I wanted it without interventions and without any medication. I also love that fact that we didn&#39;t have to go anywhere to have Abel and bring him back home. It was so nice to already be in our home and have everything we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom (our midwife) for being and doing what you do best! You were so supportive and I felt comfortable during everything! Thank you Mr. (Mike) for your love and support. You did everything I asked including pushing on my hips during just about every contraction. I am so glad I got to share this with you! Thank you sis (Danyl) for taking pictures of this unforgettable moment and being so supportive. Most of all Thank you God for blessing us with a beautiful healthy baby boy and for creating my body to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that after women read this they realize that they too can have a baby naturally and that our bodies were made to do it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4262526046927120044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/4262526046927120044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4262526046927120044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4262526046927120044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-birth-story.html' title='My Birth Story'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZeYEeirZAPYmlgP-T_f0Ok76_mrHriefIXSsXKYS2UXPxDxnj-InZ0V59bd1JX65wwkyAMN14dwmadRwj2_24q-U70rHTPG3_poMOUsnZElS7khJ_9TSmlE_ZxVLEXGEmsAgp07NmKd4Y/s72-c/Abel%2527s+birth+12.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-4378611970928990148</id><published>2011-09-20T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:37:38.158-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baptism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pregnancy"/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOoYqtL3pMluloir5_rylNjuW3TBJu-vYjZVx79h98CwlLhdw3UPJWrenAUyT2dm3NCOwujLOkG_MybM4SGbXi9M3l6cqos94589CD1ovEX128Bb3W1nfrlFWhVhr92ci5NzqPk4fXJIS/s1600/2012-05-14+11-03-43_0164.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654635623483509170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOoYqtL3pMluloir5_rylNjuW3TBJu-vYjZVx79h98CwlLhdw3UPJWrenAUyT2dm3NCOwujLOkG_MybM4SGbXi9M3l6cqos94589CD1ovEX128Bb3W1nfrlFWhVhr92ci5NzqPk4fXJIS/s320/2012-05-14+11-03-43_0164.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness the last time I posted I talked about a Toxic relationship I was once in... Now life sure seems different =) In fact my &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; has done pretty much a 180....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently 37 1/2 weeks pregnant. I absolutely love being pregnant. Yes I am one of those women... I love watching my belly move and feeling my little guy move around. I loved all the firsts from getting to see him on the ultrasound, the first kick and the first hiccups. I am having a water birth at home. My mom is my midwife and I feel pretty lucky to have such great care! The only thing that scares me is the end of my maternity leave... that means going back to work &quot;/ Unless of course I figure out a brilliant way to use this &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;&quot; &gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; mind of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Hopper is the &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;love of my life&lt;/span&gt;. He is the man that I have prayed about and thought was impossible to find. The funny part of this is that we have known each other since I was 5. I also got an extra bonus with him. His beautiful daughter Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 10, 2011 I gave my life to &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; =) A long journey that surprised lots of people (I was against being baptized for quite sometime even though my belief was there). To read more about this go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://us2.campaign-archive1.com/?u=da3b85a8deee9f88b5e3e17e9&amp;amp;id=2aed9d071c&quot;&gt;http://us2.campaign-archive1.com/?u=da3b85a8deee9f88b5e3e17e9&amp;amp;id=2aed9d071c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;DISPLAY: block&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_Buttons&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;DISPLAY: block&quot; id=&quot;formatbar_CreateLink&quot; class=&quot; down&quot; onmouseover=&quot;ButtonHoverOn(this);&quot; title=&quot;Link&quot; onmouseout=&quot;ButtonHoverOff(this);&quot; onmousedown=&quot;CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton(&#39;richeditorframe&#39;, this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;gl_link&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Link&quot; src=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently got &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;maternity&lt;/span&gt; pictures done with JOA Photography. The photographer is a good friend of mine named Jazz. She did an amazing job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially addicted to a website called &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;pinterest.com&lt;/span&gt;. I got most of the ideas for the shoot from there and we are doing the same thing for the newborn pictures. Also the baby shower ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all that is a short update of this thing I call life... and did I am mention I am absolutely in love with it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4378611970928990148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/4378611970928990148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4378611970928990148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4378611970928990148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOoYqtL3pMluloir5_rylNjuW3TBJu-vYjZVx79h98CwlLhdw3UPJWrenAUyT2dm3NCOwujLOkG_MybM4SGbXi9M3l6cqos94589CD1ovEX128Bb3W1nfrlFWhVhr92ci5NzqPk4fXJIS/s72-c/2012-05-14+11-03-43_0164.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-2019965298891528467</id><published>2010-08-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:50:11.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Way You Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Have you ever been in a relationship where you &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the person with all  that you had and yet every part of you told you to run and when you got  the chance, run like hell? Every piece of me wanted to leave, every  piece of me knew I had to leave and yet every piece of me would only get  as far as to packing up one box sitting on the kitchen floor and  balling my eyes out. Then I would wait, I would wait until he came in  and ask me to stay and I would always ask the one question, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Do you love  me?&lt;/span&gt; and the answer was always yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; You see this question is the reason why I stayed in a 4 and a half year  relationship that should of ended after a year and a half. I had to find  my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt; though, the last straw that would finally make me go run and  never look back. I found it... My brother in law died and the month that  followed my bottom became clear. And the first few steps were hard,  then I ran and when I ran I never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; The relationship I was in was what I refer to as a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;toxic relationship.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;  Now for those of you who know the person I am speaking of I will say  this. I have the confidence to know that one day he will be the man that  I saw from time to time. It is my belief that every man and every woman  know how to be in a relationship. They simply get to find the person  that they want to be that for. I wasn&#39;t his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; After hearing the recent release of &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Eminem&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; new song &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Love the Way You  Lie&quot;&lt;/span&gt; I told myself it was time to write this blog. In fact I have wanted  to write a book about Toxic relationships for quite some time now. This  is the first step I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; Most &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who look at others who are in toxic relationships can&#39;t even  fathom why the people stay together. I always remind those people that  what you tolerate, what I will tolerate and what they tolerate are all  different. Yet when it comes to that point, the bottom, the person knows  and that is when they &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;run like hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; This won&#39;t be the last blog about toxic relationships. I say this  because I believe with all that I have, I had to go through this to get  to the place I am at today. I have committed to being vulnerable, open  and trusting with all of me to one person. Some might even say that I,  &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DreAnn Story&lt;/span&gt; am in love... &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2019965298891528467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/2019965298891528467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/2019965298891528467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/2019965298891528467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the Way You Lie'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-4745711983976015799</id><published>2010-06-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:30:24.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Wouldn&#39;t Be The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;     &lt;p style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;Someone  dies…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;And usually you think to yourself why?  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot;&gt;And always always it comes, gosh I  wish I  could of told them… this or that. Or even sometimes you talk about all  the &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;beautiful things&lt;/span&gt; you thought of them and never once  actually told them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I  have my whole life at the young age of 24 experienced death. My mom in  fact told me that I actually became quite obsessed with it at times. I  feel the reason for this is because I have always wanted to understand  it, the rhyme or reason why it happens. Usually the reason people come  up with, is it has something to do with &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;. I on the  other hand have always felt that there are some reasons besides that,  although the one death I experienced a year and a half ago can’t have a  good reason in my mind. That was the death of someone I cherished, my  brother in law Jeff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;This death was very different for  me in every way than I had ever experienced before. Yet the same thing  came up for me that has with every death I have ever experienced in my  life. People expressing the way they feel about the person yet they  never expressed it to the person while they were living. I guess the  reason this has come to bug me so recently is because I wonder to myself  why it takes someone dying for us to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; these  things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;There are a lot and I mean a lot of  things I have changed in my life since Jeff died a year and a half ago.  My very unhealthy and toxic relationship that lasted for 4 ½ years came  to an end. I began living life for myself. I developed an even closer  relationship with my sister. My&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; family&lt;/span&gt; got closer  then I ever thought possible. The biggest thing though would be my  general outlook on the things that mattered. The small bullshit that I  held on to in the past didn’t matter anymore. Living life is all that  matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face=&quot;arial&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So to the reason for this blog… I want to make a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;  to myself and I hope that others will join me as well. I am committing  to telling people in my life how much they matter to me and what I truly  think of them. I no longer need to wait until their funeral to stand up  and speak so highly of them to a box of ashes or a casket. I will tell  them how I feel now and how life without them would be. I want them to  know just how much I truly cherish them in my life and all the beautiful  things I see in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Something I must say that reminded me of this even  more was a quote (of course) that I saw at a friend’s house…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“The road to a friend’s house is never far.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I can’t tell you how many times this has been  tossed  around about living too far and how long of a drive it might be. I say  this the 30 minute drive it may take will be worth it each time to know  it is time well spent with someone that without them,&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;  life&lt;/span&gt; just wouldn’t be the same.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4745711983976015799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/4745711983976015799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4745711983976015799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/4745711983976015799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-wouldnt-be-same.html' title='Life Wouldn&#39;t Be The Same'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-9005346474718537612</id><published>2010-05-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:50:30.760-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistakes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rock bottom"/><title type='text'>Beautiful Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;My halo cracked, my wings fell off my back and I was staring into the most  disappointed eyes I had seen in all of my 17 years of life. It was the  day my parents found out that their &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1274289952_0&quot;&gt;little angel&lt;/span&gt;&quot; was in fact no angel at all...  I may have been an &quot;angel&quot; when it came to sports and when it came to  grades yet for the matters that seemed to mean the most  to my parents, I  did things that I would say your &quot;typical&quot; teenager does and then hides  from the two people that you never want to hear those words come out, &quot;I  am not mad at you I am disappointed.&quot; The next words that came out of  my mom&#39;s mouth where this, &quot;Do you regret anything?&quot; I looked at them  and said this, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;&quot; class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1274289952_1&quot;&gt;Mom  and Dad&lt;/span&gt; I don&#39;t regret  anything at all actually... I have &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; from it though.&quot; My mom  wasn&#39;t even sure what to say to me  at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;It was that day that I started to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;. Everything I have ever experienced in my life is what has made  me into the person I currently am. Regretting things in the past is like  saying I don&#39;t like who I have turned out to be today and I personally &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);&quot;&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; the me I get to share with this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I used to say there  was one thing I regretted doing. Then as time went on I realized, I in  fact was more &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;appreciative&lt;/span&gt; of this than almost any other mistake I made.  It was the awfulness of my actions that I felt afterward that has  made it impossible for me to ever do that to someone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I  have  come across so many people in my life that if most people knew all of  the past&#39;s of those people they wouldn&#39;t look at them the same. I, on  the other  hand, want to take a trip back into the past&#39;s of those people to see  what has made these people into the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;beautiful person&lt;/span&gt; they are today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;One  person in particular in  my life today that I personally watched hit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1274289952_2&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;. This rock bottom is the one  that you can even think about, it is the kind of rock bottom that most  people can&#39;t fathom up because it is so far down. I know personally  though that without this rock bottom she wouldn&#39;t be the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;beautiful woman&lt;/span&gt;  that she is today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;There is also a man that I got to experience  only the beautiful person he had become. While others saw the change in  him and I slowly found out the many things that made him who he was  today. I began to realize that what most people see as a &quot;bad&quot; broken past, I see it as a puzzle of their life that is simply being  put together that makes them who they are. I have even more recently  been in someone&#39;s life who I so badly want to ask so many questions  about his past because I want to know all the in&#39;s and out&#39;s of what has  made him into such a beautiful person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;As for my parents, they  truly have been &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt; of me and  all of us kids no matter the many things we have put them through. I am  sure at times I may have disappointed them and I know that I have also  made them proud of me. I will say this though, it is because they have  always allowed me to be the person I want to be that I have turned out  to be &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;who I am&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;So the reason for me writing this blog is  because I want  people to know that the past is not something to frown upon, even if it  is viewed as &quot;bad.&quot; The past is something  to truly appreciate and  learn from. That is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;&quot; class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1274289952_3&quot; &gt;beautiful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;  about mistakes, it&#39;s the lessons that we learn from them. P!nk has a  song names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1274289952_4&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Crystal Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;  and in the song my favorite line is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style=&quot;text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;I am learning to be brave  in my beautiful mistakes&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll ask you this, how can we  ever appreciate the people that we love in life without accepting all  those things that have made them into who they are today?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9005346474718537612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/9005346474718537612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/9005346474718537612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/9005346474718537612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-mistakes.html' title='Beautiful Mistakes'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-1557771418280856071</id><published>2010-05-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:19:13.381-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Accomplishments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skydiving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="UNLV"/><title type='text'>Those few steps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Lets be honest here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;I stood for an hour in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;, walked  down three flights of stairs and sat in a chair for three and a half  hours.... then in the moments walking towards that stage I thought to  myself this is it. This is the moment I have waited for, for six years. I  climbed five steps handing off my name card and heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;DreAnn Story.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;  Those few steps meant so much. Those steps represented all the crazy  moments that I would throw my papers, cry, laugh, smile, be proud of  myself, feel like a complete failure, the first D I have ever received,  the day I was told what an amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; I would make, every bit of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; I obtained, midterms, finals, papers and most of all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;hard  work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; it took to take those few steps. Walking down that  red carpet back to my seat I thought  holy crap I did it, wait people are staring, the smile is still there  ok DreAnn watch your step... Holy Cow DreAnn look what you just did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;There  has been so many moments in life I doubted myself and so many times I  wished for others to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; of me. On Saturday though the one person  that needed to be the proudest of me finally was. That person was me... I  am the only person who truly knows all the ins and outs of what that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; actually entitles. This is also a huge check off the good ole  bucket list for me! I am waiting for grades to see if I get to check off  another one as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; I want to say thank you for  always believing in me and all of my crazy and wild dreams. All of my  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; and my whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; thank you for all that you have  done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Danyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; thank you so much for everything this past year and a  half we have truly embarked on a whole new life and I know you are a huge  part of why I finished strong this past year. To all my lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;  for always supporting me. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;, while I am sure you were hanging out  up there watching, I am sure  you understand how mad I am you weren&#39;t there! So thank you for all the  support and pushing to make sure I made it to Saturday. To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; who  has ever helped me through this fabulous chapter in my life... Thank  you I appreciate it more then I can ever express!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Now for the question of what is next? There are a lot of next&#39;s for me  now. I plan to get in great shape and I mean great running shape YUCK...  I get to do a few things to prepare myself to be the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Police  Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; Las Vegas has ever had ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;LSAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; may just be taken to see where I  stand. A 2nd job may be happening... and time lots of time for me and  all the people that I haven&#39;t been able to do the things I have set  aside until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;SKYDIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;!! On my birthday I plan to do it. This was  one of my fabulous gifts I received on Saturday. This is also #1 on my  bucket list! So I will leave you with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The future opens up before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;like a new book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;to commit to its pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;the story only you can write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;So until the next time of me sharing one of the pages I hope you enjoy! And  please to any of you who are debating on going to school, do it! I  promise it is worth every bit of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id=&quot;gwProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick=&quot;jsCall();&quot; id=&quot;jsProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;refHTML&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1557771418280856071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/1557771418280856071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/1557771418280856071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/1557771418280856071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-few-steps.html' title='Those few steps...'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008083867898219647.post-8219735889852100363</id><published>2010-05-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:18:31.551-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love-aholic"/><title type='text'>In Love with this thing we call life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Love what is it…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I recently started to read a book called &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;“The Day I  Shot Cupid.”&lt;/span&gt; The book not only contains some of my favorite quotes it also  contains a study that has truly touched my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://justbeingme1.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-love-mean.html&quot;&gt;http://justbeingme1.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-love-mean.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My three favorite…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;When someone &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; you, the way they say your name  is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.&quot; &lt;b&gt;Billy -  age 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;When you &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; somebody, your eyelashes go up and  down and little stars come out of you.&quot; &lt;b&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is what&#39;s in the room with you at Christmas  if you stop opening presents and listen.&quot; &lt;b&gt;Bobby - age 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;While reading this book, written by Jennifer Love  Hewitt, she calls herself a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;love-aholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;. The moment I read that I thought to  myself, that is ME! I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;love-aholic&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t just mean the kind of love that  is shared intimately between you and a partner, I am talking about the love  that I have for all sorts of things in life. Here is something I wrote one day  to show a few things I do indeed love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;♥ The  things I can say I love the most… ♥ &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; even if it is through tears, ♥ &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);&quot;&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;  even at random strangers, ♥ running out in the&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; even if my hair gets curly, ♥ &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; even if I get hurt, ♥ being an &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt; even when I get to  discipline, ♥ being a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; even when I put myself second, ♥ going to &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;even  though I should own stock in Rockstar, ♥ writing things on my &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bucket list&lt;/span&gt; and  checking them off even if some seem impossible, ♥ being a &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; even if that  person once betrayed me, ♥ my pure &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt; even if no one in this world gets  it, ♥ belonging to a &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; even though some think we are crazy, ♥ being  &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; even when people don’t want to hear it and ♥ most of all &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;taking risks&lt;/span&gt; even  when I don’t have the wings to jump off the cliff. ♥ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; font-family: arial;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I have learned that the only kind of &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I know  how to give is with all of me included. I don’t know how to hold back. When I love something I give it my all, even if it has ended in heartbreak, I feel  that one time it will all be worth it. Each one of those heartbreaks will be what  leads me to that kind of &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someday (the intimate kind of course). I love it  all, every bit of life and everyone who is in my life is there for a reason, a season or a lifetime. So you see this is why my blog is called, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;“In Love  with This Thing We Call Life.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DreAnn Story&lt;/span&gt;, am a &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Love-aholic&lt;/span&gt; and I am stating  it to the public for all to know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id=&quot;gwProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick=&quot;jsCall();&quot; id=&quot;jsProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;refHTML&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id=&quot;gwProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick=&quot;jsCall();&quot; id=&quot;jsProxy&quot; type=&quot;hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;refHTML&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8219735889852100363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2008083867898219647/8219735889852100363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/8219735889852100363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008083867898219647/posts/default/8219735889852100363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreannstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-love-with-this-thing-we-call-life.html' title='In Love with this thing we call life…'/><author><name>DreAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901815488754552038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVeGwIaSXoAN6QGdOLtu2Vayp16PaPksrkai36hJFD--ItaGzaAMPcm2rotGfeLGTfJ8fUENGr-b2M2fPKR6Orn_s4CrsLC5DEKjrgVLP8qppGor45CuiB9p-mG_xUQ/s220/163089_10150339716470632_608370631_15913638_1227403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>