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My Dad's MRSA seems to be healing per the doc but I think it still looks  pretty awful. And he told me his heart is acting up and he can tell  because he's breathless. He's probably right. We also talked about his dementia some today and he did not remember it's part of his disease. He tells me about his hallucinations. Today he saw folks playing tennis and golf in the back yard but "knew they were not real" because he realizes he does not have all that in his backyard. I'm glad he can tell the difference in reality and I am glad they are all positive but I know they frighten him and my heart cries for him. He lamented today that he is trapped in his own body and it will no longer do as he says. He has a very positive attitude overall but does get frustrated. I am always amazed at his patience and grace. &lt;br /&gt;
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I told them to go ahead and get some help in (OK, maybe I begged them, maybe I didn't) because I am waiting for a call from "Scheduling" to sign up for a hysterectomy.&amp;nbsp; I explained that I will NOT be able to do all I'm doing now as I recoup. Lord I hope they "get it" but one can never tell.&lt;br /&gt;
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We seem to have quite the black could over us. My nephew is being sent for an MRI because he has a painful lump in his back. And my uncle is recovering from a bleed out behind his thigh muscle caused by his meds. I told my mother not to worry. We're just getting it all out of the way early this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I got to see my sweet, fat, big, little, chunky, rolly-polly, love-bug grandson today! He is such a sweet happy baby. I love him with all my heart and I am glad she is staying with them. Not only does she give some help around the house, he makes everyone smile every day. He is growing by leaps and bounds and is the best snuggler! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPGosi1K0C0/TxRQqA8pL4I/AAAAAAAAB_I/Lwiu-bEzrDQ/s1600/oz+%2526+Sprout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPGosi1K0C0/TxRQqA8pL4I/AAAAAAAAB_I/Lwiu-bEzrDQ/s1600/oz+%2526+Sprout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You don't know about the conch shell? We collected some while in the Outer Banks (They are really large &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=whelk+shell&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;prmd=imvns&amp;amp;source=lnms&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;ei=4lAUT6L9M6Xq0gGnv4SEAw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBsQ_AUoAQ&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=612"&gt;welks &lt;/a&gt;but the kids will hear none of that.) I had the youngest arrange them in the flower bed and after some trial and error Oz claimed one. He'd carry it around, dig a hole to put it in and take it out. He's throw it. He'd paw it. He'd bark at it. And every now and then he'd try to sneak it in the house. It was by fa his favorite toy here. I have no idea why. I thought he should have it though in his new home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother's shoulder continues to mend and my grand baby is awesome. Due to colds and off schedules I haven't seem him but plan to rectify that soon. My dad is fighting with &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/understanding-mrsa-methicillin-resistant-staphylococcus-aureus"&gt;MRSA &lt;/a&gt;in his leg yet again. Hopefully we'll have that gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Aunt and her family continue to struggle. Their home burned the week of Christmas. Fortunately they have wonderful neighbors and got help from the Rec Cross and their Insurance company but they continue to face troubles. My uncle was hospitalized for a bleed behind his thigh due to heart meds, their cat is missing and their dog ended up in the emergency vet last night due to seizures. I think at this point they are holding onto sanity by a thread so say your prayers, send love and light, whatever you do but please keep them in your thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dena is being forced to work in Newport News so much now that she's rented a room in the home of a friend through May and will hopefully be home on weekends. Gotta love the railroad, right? Her pseudo-move is today. And since life is never complete without complication she was diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel in both hands and recommended for swift and immediate surgery. She won't do that of course. Not having short-term disability to cover her pay plus taking on a room in Newport News makes her quite clear on NOT wanting to get it done. &lt;br /&gt;
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I need to follow up with my doctor too. I am moving down the road of a hysterectomy. I'd be upset if I wasn't so excited about the idea of no pain/bleeding every freakin day. Oops, that may be TMI but seriously, I'm over it. They can have my parts. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy is in the drama club and playing basketball. He's decided to take baseball season off but the girl will still play. They continue to excel in school and make me laugh every day. So no matter what may go on in all the corners of my small world I will continue to go with the flow and not take life too seriously. I love my world. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh! And look at the Cool pics of our pups courtesy of our partnership with a VCU Student on a project! We were out of available fosters to send that day so my guys got to go for a photo shoot! Piggy's are not very good but only because you can see her trepidation. Good experience for her and I am still proud of how well my little crack baby did. lol&lt;br /&gt;
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Poor Dena was working and simply could not keep up with what we were up to or who we were with on any given day since I have an extraordinary ability to turn on a dime. We were thankful she managed to be home for Christmas, go out with the fam for breakfast on New Year's Eve and even make it home on New Year's before midnight. I spent New Years watching Disney movies with the kids until they passed out in the Living Room. Exactly my kind of party.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was dedicated to detailed cleaning and dog walking. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mothers shoulder (replacement) is healing well but we are still needed to help every other day. As I go back to work that makes me sigh. Loudly. I managed to set up some nice new opportunities for myself to return to and am excited as well as concerned about my ability to have a good work-life balance. There was no balance prior to this vacation and I hope I did a good job of setting myself up for success. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfSWYR-sxNU/TwGnZekfCBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/jNyT01QpOE8/s1600/cookie+for+chantal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfSWYR-sxNU/TwGnZekfCBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/jNyT01QpOE8/s320/cookie+for+chantal.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foster Puppy Oz is still here. He's had applications but not one person to follow through. It's sad because he is not a "crack-head" he's actually grown into a very nice young dog. He'd fit in beautifully if Piggy would accept him but since she has refused to for 6 months my hopes are not high. Lord, I wish he'd get adopted.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we move into 2012 I have a list of new items to tackle and goals I want to achieve. I hope you do too and wish you luck and skill in all your endeavors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-5459285205281558451?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He can tel he'll be a man "soon" because he is watching ESPN by choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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He has showed me his non-existent armpit hair more than once lately.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is beginning to stress Family Life classes and wishes they would hurry up and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;
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He agreed to stand with, but not sit on the lap of Santa for his little sister's benefit.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's 11 now and somehow I thought I had a little more time before all this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-3347263679437156356?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;The boy playing football outside with his friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dressing up and attending a Christmas Concert at a beautiful church we'd never been to&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spending time with my parents, seeing my eldest &amp;amp; my grandson &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Movie Night with popcorn on the couch&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The ex dropping off medicine I was out of&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kids helping clean house extensively, including the kitchen cabinets&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Everyone working together to put up &amp;amp; decorate our Christmas Tree&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Homemade Sunday dinner of baked chicke, butter beans and pasta&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Baking Chocolate cake with 2 types of frosting for dessert&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The boy losing his last baby tooth&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I will go back to work tomorrow but at least it will be with a smile. And vacation is coming soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-6817421822499205678?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom is recovering quite nicely from surgery&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dad is behaving well for everyone but feeling a bit bullied by his granddaughter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My grandson is turning into quite the chatter...He only yells at his toys or his Mommy though&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;His Mommy had a job interview and Lord, I hope she gets it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dena has been MIA a bit as she runs trains to the beach under the cover of night&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Oz is sadly still here. He had some great photos done and is starting to settle out of true puppy-hood&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Teh boy is looking forward to basketball and I need to figure out when that starts&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And the little girl is taking a season off&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Me? I am absolutely drowning between work and running after everyone but hope to spend more time here over the holidays. Here's some of what has occupied me...That captioned photo was my contest entry. The dog actually found that prize walking our own James River. &lt;br /&gt;
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You can read my take on the topic &lt;a href="http://www.gayrva.com/news-views/miss-virginia-pretty-ugly/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-5963933455239805670?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
She thoughtfully had a concrete sidewalk installed to eliminate trip hazards for my Dad with late-stage Parkinson's Disease very recently. A railroad tie was left there creating what could be a nice border if filled in with flowers...And as she rushed to the car late last week to go pick up one of her granddaughters she tripped over that wood and came down hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Almost miraculously my daughter pulled up after she realized she could not get up and was left yelling and hoping for help in the dark, and took her to the ER. We followed up with orthopedics the next day and a surgeon was called in. We did a scan and some pre-surgery testing and I must say they sugarcoated it all quite nicely. Today we arrived for shoulder replacement at 10am. Now at 8pm I am still sitting in the surgery center.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While they got us back rather quickly the doctor fell behind and her blood pressure was too low for comfort so she didn't get her 11am surgery until around 3pm. They are keeping her for at least a day now and bringing in another doctor because post surgery her blood pressure is again too low. Per the nurse, she is insisting it's fine because it was low when she got here. I know she's OK but not back to fabulous yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems the next month and a half will be busily spent coordinating my parents care between my sister, my eldest and I while trying to keep up with daily life. That's not a complaint. It is a fact and one I readily accept. I love my parents dearly and know there is nothing they would not do for me. How could I ever give any less in return?&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers to a speedy recovery Mom...I think by the end of this day I'll be ready for a drink.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-7431475431896922576?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm a Spring kinda girl and could pretty happily skip over Winter entirely I think...But in reality I know that's not really-really true and there are good things about the time change...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 46 days until the days get longer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will never adjust to the time change so I should be on time for work every day now&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Falling Back" typically coincides with the end of football season for the kiddos&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The end of football means more free unstructured time - which I LOVE&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will go to bed earlier because the chill will chase me to my soft warm bed&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will use the crockpot more because it's easy, smalls good and I will be indoors more&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The holidays are upon us which signal vacation time to me&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;What else? I don't know, cause really-really, I don't like the short days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-6921900520138451090?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The bright spot was clearing my calendar with the exception of one meeting and setting up work at the kitchen table Thursday. I had fresh coffee and quiet. It was wonderful. I worked for about 9 hours periodically gazing out the big picture window and relishing the pure, simple, lack of interruptions. I got more done in one day than I can in 2-3 in the office. Never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I was done I tried to teach Oz to play fetch (he did actually bring the stick back once) and danced to the radio while I made a Shepherd's Pie. I ate while playing on my computer and watched what I wanted on tv without any remarks or comments. I picked up the wee one from cheering and turned in early with my snuggle-pig.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was an excellent day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-6119564284642599578?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
If you've been reading for any time you know my Dad has Parkinson's Disease. He has Lewy's Body Dementia which comes along with it but is "with it" most of the time. As his body declines the time came to adjust his meds. Primary question? Do you change them to help him be more active to the detriment of brain power? Or adjust them to improve the dementia knowing he won't be able to do what he tells his body to do. Seems they opted for the body and he's had a challenging few days. They'll give it a week to see if all improves and if not, try, try again.&lt;br /&gt;
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In that position I don't know what I would choose. How about you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-2081349930970982911?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For me it's putting away my clothes. Seriously. I will scrub toilets, re-org kids rooms while through every toy/game piece-by piece, crawl under the house, weed the flower beds for 3 days straight but I will never happily put away my clothes. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a problem as you try to teach your children to be neat. And when you undertake fall cleaning and that's the only thing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my fantasy land my one true love will put away my clothes for me. And by put away I mean hang my shit up. I can handle the dresser.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I had limited but awesome free fundage I'd skip the cook and maid and only have a washer woman. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't have a washer woman, no one wants to hang up my clothes and they wont even take pay for it at my house. Damn. I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-1022029768366435069?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;The funny thing is we 1st went by  accident because we were donating to Diversity Thrift and Pride just  happened to be going on...of course the kids wanted to go to the free  festival and had a great time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gayrva.com/lifestyle/dating-lifestyle/top-10-reasons-to-take-your-kids-to-pride/"&gt;Here are my Ten Reasons you should take YOUR kids &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-5853916465728381206?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She loves Fall. I do not and as I spin, twirl and skip through daily life I have not thought about my short term goals in some time &lt;strike&gt;I admit as I hang my head&lt;/strike&gt;.That's not how I roll so it must be time to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few months I vow to &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practice Presence&lt;/b&gt;...I plan to focus on one thing at a time, fully feel and experience what I am doing, and quiet the busy voices in my head&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practice Saying &lt;strike&gt;No &lt;/strike&gt;Not Right Now&lt;/b&gt;...We have 3-5 football games a week right now between the 2 children so regardless of my skipping practice I'm one busy bitch. Oz is still here, school and work are busy and I want to focus more on my immediate family and new grand child. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Experience Joy in Nature&lt;/b&gt; before it gets cold. I  deeply miss the warm summer days spent in and out of the pool but I  will soak up the sun, enjoy the deck, get out and hike again with the  dogs and have some fire under the stars.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perform a Financial Checkup.&lt;/b&gt; I've been slightly sloppy lately and I feel the results. I want to get back on track and only pay cash for Birthdays and Holidays&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find time for and Cherish the Quiet Moments &lt;/b&gt;for the sake of sanity an being able to more fully love and support my family while encouraging them to grow and live life to the fullest&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you plan to accomplish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-2523070678354911672?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-5064082869275747732?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did manage to prep the deck for fall though and thoroughly clean the grill. I can close up the pool in a couple of days as the chemicals take. Those leaves may have to wait to spring but we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;
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See how I haven't mentioned the baby yet? He stays on my mind and managed to turn things all around and come home Friday! He is doing great and his Mommy is too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vacation was cool. The slide was awesome for everyone until it broke 3 days in (BOO!!!) The room was cool but the beds were made of concrete and the ocean was great except for riptides and small craft advisories. We had a great time but will likely not go back to A Place At The Beach. In addition to pool and beach time we hit the aquarium, the maritime museum, went out to eat twice, visited the Fort Macon National Park, cooked out lots, took a boat taxi to a deserted island and rode in an airplane. Good stuff...See?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Send us love and light and keep him in your prayers. No matter what you believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We want our Little Man to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Mommy is still at the hospital 24 hours a day and his Daddy is there as much as he can be (I'm glad he is rising to the challenge even if a bit late and hope he will continue to do so.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've taken vacation to spend my time there. Sadly I feel the need to get back to work but so don't want to leave them up there. I am torn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zh0sAn0rbDY/TnKugCh1TNI/AAAAAAAAB6g/SUYkTDR4JJ0/s1600/me+and+Malakhi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zh0sAn0rbDY/TnKugCh1TNI/AAAAAAAAB6g/SUYkTDR4JJ0/s320/me+and+Malakhi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I was retired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a housewife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see what they have to say and I'll go from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-3586063381189438643?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She handled it like a trooper and only had to push through 5 contractions. No hems, no tearing. Just a perfect baby boy. His cord was wrapped around his neck and was cut before he could be delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malakhi Alexander was born after a Full Moon on Sunday, 9/11 at 1:36pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was 19.5 inches long and weighed in at 6.1lbs. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rkAUNO5HmY/Tm6529UMboI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/g14HL8bPeBM/s1600/Malakhi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rkAUNO5HmY/Tm6529UMboI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/g14HL8bPeBM/s1600/Malakhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we wait. He did not manage to pass his hearing test today due to fluid in his right ear and is not eating well. He gets 2 more tries before we insert a feeding tube. His new Mommy is frustrated, worried and praying as am I. I'm sure he'll be fine but you always want them to get the hang of things right away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I was there when he came into the word and I photographed his 1st bath for my daughter since she could not yet walk. She is doing well and by morning I plan to be able to say the same for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am a Grandmother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plot your ice snatching escapade while waiting for Hurricane to end in an attempt to save your food&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wonder why the water drained from your tub while you fill it again using a different plug&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take pictures of trees falling outside your window&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Report your power outage hoping to be in the front of that "line"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Delare your bathtub plugs shitty as you find the tub empty again &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take pictures of the kids as you laugh at them with their umbrellas because they got to take the dogs out&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Grumble when you "win the lotto" and have to take the dogs out.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Let water out of the pool each time the dogs have to go out so you don't witness a scene from "Grownups" &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Chill on the couch and talk&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Play Board Games&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eat the peanut butter cookies Mommy made&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Give in and go to bed shortly after dark as you listen to the winds and rain howl &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up at 5am to go snatch aforementioned ice&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pack freezer with ice &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drink day old cold coffee &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Begin yard clean up and debate the value of a generator&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wake up children to help with pool clean up&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Put them on stick duty due to shrieking, whining and all around drama&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cook thawed sausage and scrample eggs on grill for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Explain why you can't really make muffins well on a grill&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shovel debris from pool for about 3 hours&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Power company and hear power should be on b/t 5 &amp;amp; 11pm &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go take a nap with the youngest while another adult takes a turn&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Continue cleaning pool&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wonder if you have to work the next day &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Give in and charge Blackberry in car&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cook dinner on grill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Declare "pool clean" good enough for work on Monday&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Roast marshmallows over storm debris &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sleep on loveseat &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take several detours on way to work due to downed trees&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Return to work and refrain from punching folks who say "What? I never lost anything"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Power company and hear power should be on b/t 5 &amp;amp; 11pm&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Score generator on loan from an AWESOME friend who now has power&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Try to confirm vacation is still on in OBX &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Internet company who says there is an outage in the area - No shit! &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Toss cold water and melty ice&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Realize dinner is all frozen so re-heat leftovers on grill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Console crying son who is afraid the dog will die because he won't act normal &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sleep on couch&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower at work&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Power company and hear power should be on b/t 5 &amp;amp; 11pm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Internet company in the hopes of working from home this week to hear there is "an outage in the area" &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Buy Coffee&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Try to confirm vacation&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Feel thankful the children are with their Dad for the night&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take Puppy to Vet appointmet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Buy more gas for grill&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get call from Power Company to confirm service has been restored...It wasn't&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hold Meet &amp;amp; Greet for foster puppy &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Collapse into the couch (it's still hot upstairs) at 11pm after using generator to watch tv&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Continue to be trapped in traffic due to lack of traffic lights&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Confirm Vacation can proceed! &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Attend meetings all day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Power company and hear power should be on Saturday night b/t 5 &amp;amp; 11pm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Internet company who says there is an outage in the area - No shit!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Leave work to pick up children...Find them on the 3rd try at the pool with their Grandma&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn child is beginning to dilate and threaten her life if she has that baby next week &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Arrange sister as back-up house sitter in case grandchild comes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; Drop children with the father who has power&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to bank since they just got power&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awaken due to aftershocks (we had an earthquake last week too)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Arrive to shower at work and discover we are down to one working shower...celebrate being next in line&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make call to re-schedule son's appt missed in the shuffle&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Locate bus routes online and try to look up teachers &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Power company and hear power should be on b/t 5 &amp;amp; 11pm Saturday&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wonder who will dog-sit if I don't have power &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Print confirmation and directions for vacation due to no home internet &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Call Internet company who says there is an outage in the area - No shit!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get call from Power Company to confirm service has been restored...OMFG, Dena confirmed this is true&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; Make plans to return generator...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;Now if I can just get the back-to-school &amp;amp; vacation shopping done, get him to his appointment, football practice a jamboree, back-to-school-time, the DMV, the bank and N.O.T. have a grandbaby this week I can go on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691903910632156130-4800730658058438234?l=lillianveronica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;live anywhere in the world, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I would live within one mile of a beach. I’d pick Anna Maria Island, The Keys, Sarasota, Pompano, Stuart or Fort Walton Florida…If compromise was needed I’d settle for somewhere between the Outer Banks of NC and NY but sand and ocean would be non-negotiable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2) change anything about your body, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;It would be my weight. It’s always embarrassing to admit but I tend to hide behind my fat and get insecure when I get thin. I know how to lose weight and want to lose weight but the emotional issues seem to make it harder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3) go to your perfect job, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I would actually own several small business that should tie in nicely all together…I’m thinking small city with my own Nursery (offering landscape design and installation) with a real estate business on the side willing to help with staging and possibly home repairs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4) change anything about your partner, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I might get thumped for this one but I like most everything about her. Honestly? I’d make her better able to happily roll with the tides. Example? Her job requires travel and being on call with never any more than 2 hours notice. It’s stressful for her and she watches the boards they call folks from like a hawk you’ve never seen. One more? We are going on vacation in one week. I don’t have a budget or a single plan in place except where we will stay. That to me is adventure and totally the way to go…she may try to slit her wrist with a spoon before the week is over ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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5) have dinner with a celebrity, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am so never impressed by celebrity so this question is no good… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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6) be invisible for a week, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I’d be a creepy, stalker girl…I’d sit in on everything and everyone that has ever sparked my curiosity so I could see if it’s all the real deal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7) tell someone the absolute truth what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I hated when my feelings were so hurt as a child and while I may have forgiven I can’t quite seem to forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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8) have a talent that you don't have now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;hmmm…I’m glad I like who I am enough to really stuggle with this one. I wish I was better at carving out time to be creative. I like painting and creating art but don’t think I’m very good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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9) see someone who has died just for an hour, just to talk, who would you want to see?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I would really like to spend that time with my Grandmother. I miss her and still think of her daily. I keep reminders of her in my home and try to live up to the standards she taught me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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10) be the opposite sex, who would you want to look like?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;AntonioBanderas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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11) pick the time of your death, when would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I’ll pick that time where I still have good quality of life but am teetering on the edge and go quietly in my sleep from a massive stroke .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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13) pick an actress to play you in the movie of your life, who is closest to what you really look like and could play your personality well?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I am so not the movie know-it-all but I guess I’ll go with Ally Sheedy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
14) change your name to any other, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Something more exotic…Kinda sexy...I really like Zoe until I met so many dogs with that name. so Perhaps I’ll stick with my middle name on this one: Veronica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Zni882pckU/TlfbeZWP73I/AAAAAAAAB6A/YjUibUQA0Zg/s1600/Rural-Va-towns-regroup-after-earthquake-8MAP236-x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Zni882pckU/TlfbeZWP73I/AAAAAAAAB6A/YjUibUQA0Zg/s1600/Rural-Va-towns-regroup-after-earthquake-8MAP236-x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know we had an earthquake on the 23rd too right? People up and down the east coast felt it but I work less than 30 miles from the epicenter so we felt it for realz...I was coming out of a meeting and we stood around looking at each other watching the lights sway. I thought it was fuckin awesome. Apparently lots of folks didn't. We evacuated and hung out socializing in the parking lot until they decided the building was safe and sent us all home. Someone must have realized earthquakes come with aftershocks so the closed and sent us home shortly thereafter. There were mad jokes about taking turns using our cell phones (as in "no it's my turn...quick jump in") and locusts coming and 1st born sons. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we learn of actual damage it's not quite as funny maybe. I mean really? Who would get earthquake insurance here? That means there is a lot of work to be done with no insurance company to foot the bill and the Louisa High School is closed with kids worrying about how they will adapt. They'll be fine (we all will) and I for one am still glad I got to experience it. That's a pic of damage to their City Hall. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eF8CbL2Q69w/TlfeWk5qRaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MT-HOWmoHAg/s1600/hurricane+irene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eF8CbL2Q69w/TlfeWk5qRaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MT-HOWmoHAg/s320/hurricane+irene.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we brace for Irene.&lt;strike&gt;..That cunt has been to way more beaches than I this year fo' damn sure.&lt;/strike&gt; I remember Gaston and Isabelle all too well so what did/am I do to prepare?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up all loose stuff in the yard&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; did NOT go grocery shopping for refrigerator stuff&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Filled the car with gas (cause you can't buy any when the power is out)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;will charge my phone and laptop&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;gather my candles and put batteries in the radio if needed&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;added more chlorine to the pool&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;turn on a lamp (so if we lose power we will notice when it comes back on&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;and unplug most other electronics so they can't get fried&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;fill the tub (cause boiling water for drinking on a grill sucks)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ensured I have propane in the grill&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Is it end times? I don't think so. If it is can we please wait until after I go to the beach on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless the Ocean!&lt;br /&gt;
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That baby better NOT come early. Why? "Cause I said so...I have vacation to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have also come to the realization that I am not a fan of little league football...Seems I've been whining to anyone who will listen that I miss my children. When I take them to the beach they will be stuck with me for days and I won't have to share. So NYAH!&lt;br /&gt;
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Football requires 6 day a week practices and since I don't count watching practice as quality time with my boy (for me anyway) he generally goes with his dad (since dad IS the coach and all it makes sense, no?) The girl devotes 2 days a week to cheering on the days she is with her dad anyway so I'm getting time in with her...but I still miss my boy, dammit. When he is home he is busy...sigh...with other 10 yr old boys and not his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried like a baby the day I moved her. Dena pointed out she would only 15 minutes away and still with family. I cried more. She asked if I wanted her to stay. I said no, she has to grow up...And now we chat daily, I see her several times a week and my house is cleaner than it has been in years. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;
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And Oz is still here. He is MUCH better, still worships Sprout and has Zero apps. Two inquiries but no apps. He is enjoying the one day a week I take him to football for walks and I plan for him to go to every game and be pimped out on the visiting side each week...Hopefully he will have a home soon. Like before my grandbaby gets here in 5 weeks. SMILE&lt;br /&gt;
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