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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did ya'll miss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-6786839075770384600?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, needless to say, I didn't have to look very far for any Easter eggs.  Eggs painted and stuffed with regret, that is.  I learned what it means when rappers say things such as 'She make dat ass clap" as well as that most of them wipe down the pole before they mount it.  All in all, a classy night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, I got to hang out with my fraand Sass:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsgwXxgsnyc/TbXSpaNM1xI/AAAAAAAAAvE/th3rdNqIHh8/s400/sass.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613320556238610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a romantic date at my favorite place, Tacomania, followed by some patio time at my favorite porch:  The Cub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, I spent most of the days with these two terrors, I mean, angels as well as the rest of my fam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvu_QcUlsz4/TbXSiRoNsTI/AAAAAAAAAus/uFrBnoGtwdQ/s400/mill.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613197994537266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uWcyAvXrVs/TbXShxLwplI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ojXC22sFBEU/s400/coo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613189285258834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon I spent time at the Oyster Bar and ran into these little gems:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_Y8eZWxk44/TbXSiZ0nzgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/RAHYog9LJM0/s400/oyster.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613200194063874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPEPuB5f9wQ/TbXSh1_hnzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/g0sR8phLQeA/s400/covilove.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613190576119602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Covilove and myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone go ahead and take note as to how great my tan (burn) lines look from French Quarter Festival.  No, I wasn't wearing a stringy top, I was simply wearing a necklace when I received that deep V mark. This, is why I don't go outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday nightt there was a party, in my honor, at the Crawford Mansion Patio.  Here are some highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5n9BKm3GTA/TbXSpFmvS6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/98hOqH3cbAQ/s400/patio.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613315026209698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ambiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpbCPThSBq4/TbXShjyUZNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/faBS-VJnRIw/s400/benjamin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613185688888530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new best friend Sarah Thomas and Benjamin - the pride of South Highlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back in New Orleans.  We began filming today meaning, free lunches have began.  Lobster tail on the first day!  So happy here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-8987957178703530690?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is a little photo gallery of some shiz that has been going down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1GfeZkwsY/TZ3hxgUXiiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Il1WgnCHTA0/s400/bridge.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874552869227042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Behold:  The ambiance at the bar across the street from my office, The Bridge Lounge.   They have a great patio as well as some great house drinks.  I had a 'Porch Swing' which was similar to a Pimm's Cup - a signature New Orleanian drink made with cucumbers.  Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my Royal Wedding commemorative item that my dear friend, Charles Rapp (some call him C. Rapp, or just Crap) brought me from the Holy Land, i.e. the UK - home of the royals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-416UmFsdIgY/TZ3hx1y0trI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YSZz3VS4vWQ/s400/royals.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874558634112690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently the Royal Wedding isn't as big of a deal here as it is in North Louisiana.  Every time I ask if anyone is going to the bar at 6am to watch it and drink Sloe Gin cocktails, everyone looks at me like I'm insane.  Whatev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some photos from my newest discovery which is a little place along the river behind Audubon Park called "The Fly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax6LiSH-6W4/TZ3hxzIPctI/AAAAAAAAAts/WvnhXqyPlnk/s400/fly.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874557918638802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met all of these people there.  They are co-workers and their friends.  It was a super cool place and I intend to return soon.  Maybe on a Saturday to read a book or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the final picture as I left.  What a Crescent City-ish photo!  Thanks iPhone!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4xUACgH-q0/TZ3hx5I8dSI/AAAAAAAAAt0/haQuBG7GYpk/s400/sunset.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874559532201250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More updates soon to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-7094255264109559004?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2OpIotneGoQBTy4Z_sXqigP9ufM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2OpIotneGoQBTy4Z_sXqigP9ufM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KateOnTheCobblestone/~4/YfUZdFb_XkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kateonthecob.blogspot.com/feeds/8988817102799405484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523417031084202176&amp;postID=8988817102799405484" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523417031084202176/posts/default/8988817102799405484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523417031084202176/posts/default/8988817102799405484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KateOnTheCobblestone/~3/YfUZdFb_XkY/facebook-status-of-day.html" title="Facebook Status of the Day" /><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/SjfQ7KXNxbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ecL7XLT6nUI/S220/bananahammock.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TQFpsEDLhPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JxzDOMSi3-w/s72-c/pinto%2Bbeans.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kateonthecob.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-status-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQ345cCp7ImA9Wx9SFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-7115906133469900660</id><published>2010-12-06T12:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:24:42.028-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-06T12:24:42.028-06:00</app:edited><title>Email of the Day: Sorority Edition</title><content type="html">"Dear ******** Casting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Today I was suppost to be at your agency for a photo shoot for the soroity girls, and to be maybe picked to be a core sorority girl as well. I will not be able to make it, becasue of me going to get my hair done. They screwed it up this past monday and I been there 3 days since to try to get it corrected. It is not blonde any longer and they made it this horrible streaky brown and blondish yellow color. I look like a skunk and it really sucks. I am so sorry. I been trying to get this fixed homing it would be ready for today. I even went this morning and they said for me to get it corrected for free it needs to be by this same guy that screwed it up. I am really sorry and if there was another date I could attend I would love to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TP0qQIDvKBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/t_x3gFEwjAY/s1600/skunk%2Bhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TP0qQIDvKBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/t_x3gFEwjAY/s400/skunk%2Bhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547636772519749650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting us know of this debacle twenty minutes before you are to arrive, you dumb bitch.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-7115906133469900660?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First of all, Sue and I attended a gathering of some girls and moms from our high school Sunday School class.  See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue telling some ridiculous story, I'm sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8MW7hBRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UpzrlPUJHXY/s1600/sue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8MW7hBRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UpzrlPUJHXY/s400/sue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850704777381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry group pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8LXORdpI/AAAAAAAAArk/VWqbxT2pdl8/s1600/blursville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8LXORdpI/AAAAAAAAArk/VWqbxT2pdl8/s400/blursville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850687676184210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8LifY9CI/AAAAAAAAArs/-7l5ykPqQQs/s1600/chattycathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8LifY9CI/AAAAAAAAArs/-7l5ykPqQQs/s400/chattycathy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850690700768290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my more than precious nephew Cooper.  He has just started smiling (except he's not smiling here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8L08kXwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/lHziDHGiWAw/s1600/coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU8L08kXwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/lHziDHGiWAw/s400/coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850695654989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have a photo of big brother Miller unfortunately.  But fortunately, Miller has learned what markers are. Yet, unfortunately again, Cookie, my parents White French Bulldog is now pink.  I will attempt to obtain a photo of that poor angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here is Darla the Desert Rose that was gifted to me by Ron Martin.  Just when I thought all hope was lost on her, she bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU9HUrf2zI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NQBSin19jew/s1600/darla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/TAU9HUrf2zI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NQBSin19jew/s400/darla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477851717785606962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This should be a life lesson to never give up.  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One of the first off the bat things she mentioned is that she had a dream to go to NYC. She had no idea what she wanted to do, but she was going to get there. She tells a story in the first chapter of how everyone around her doubted her, said she was better off staying in Syracuse and getting married and having kids... basically all these things her parents always dreamed for her, but she wanted to live her own dreams... not those dreams of others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This got me rethinking about where I am in my life. I have family who loves me, a great job, but I feel like I'm constantly being dragged down by the expectations of others. I feel as though I can't have the life experiences that I want to have, go where I want to go, etc., because I'm always having to put my goals and dreams aside in order to make others happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As selfish as it seems, when friends get married or become expectant mothers, I get a little sad, not because I'm jealous, but because I feel as though everyone's moving on with their lives and I'm still stuck in the zone of wanting to hang out and talk about our lives and gossip. If I don't do these same things, I will no longer have anything in common with my friends anymore. I don't really want to get married or have a baby just because others do, but I'm not really sure how to remedy this situation (on my part).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought, long and hard about what I've always wanted to do. I've always wanted to move away to a big city, much like Kelly, where I know no one, find a job, find an apartment and live life.. for a year, two years, forever....maybe in this place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S_TW6PdnEJI/AAAAAAAAArc/dur9cSwbwi8/s1600/seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S_TW6PdnEJI/AAAAAAAAArc/dur9cSwbwi8/s400/seattle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473235743233478802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I put down the Kindle, picked up the laptop and sent out a bunch of resumes. For jobs in Seattle.  I doubt anyone calls me.  Lord knows, with a studio art degree, I'm hardly qualified to student teach, but I just want to see what happens....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-1838911979473463327?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BIRTH. Imagine pushing a grapefruit through your anus. Imagine it taking ten hours. Imagine that after ten hours of trying to push a grapefruit through your anus and failing that doctors cut a big hole in your belly to remove the grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RESPONSIBILITY. All of life's prior responsibilities pale in comparison. If you decide to have a child, that new person must absolutely be your top priority. A child is a life long commitment to a person who is innocent of this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DIAPERS. Disposable diapers these days absorb lots of liquid, and they don't leak. But you still have to change hundreds of them. As the child gets older, diapers become smellier and bigger tasks. Then there is toilet training, with its inevitable setbacks and accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3AM WAKE UPS. Caring for a child takes a lot of physical and emotional energy, made all the harder by babies that only sleep for ninety minutes at a time. Parents need sleep to work well, and they often can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HARD ON MARRIAGES. A baby takes so much time and attention that spouses must already have a great friendship and work well together before the baby arrives. It is a certainty that one spouse will disagree with the other about decisions on how to care for the child. It is likely that one spouse will resent the lost time with the other. A marriage with some difficulties will get much worse when a baby is crying and the parents are sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ADVICE. Total strangers leap forward to offer advice about how to raise your child. Most of the advice is contradictory and flat out wrong. Strangers will be much easier to ignore than your friends and family, many of whom have raised children quite successfully. Some advice you may want, but lots of it will be unsolicited and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. CHANGED RELATIONSHIPS. When your family expands by the addition of a child, your relationships with everyone, and I mean everyone, changes. Your child is at the forefront of most of your thoughts, and those people without children cannot relate. Those people with children are finally happy to see that you can relate. Everyone will watch how you raise your child and will at some point cluck and disapprove, including those who raised ten children and those who raised none. Some strong bonds will weaken, some friends will not been seen again. Some may improve, but with your energies and devotions directed towards your child, that is much less likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FREE TIME. Most time not spent with your child will be spent catching up on work you need to get done. You and your spouse must carefully plan any time away from your child, and very little can be done spontaneously. To pretend otherwise is probably neglectful of either your child or your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WORRY. Parents always worry about their children, monitoring how fast they reach each milestone and how well they grow, eat, sleep, crawl, walk, read, make friends, and so on. And yet there is little a parent can do beyond allow a child to proceed at his or her own pace. It can be frustrating and scary when your child isn't eating well, or cannot read at his or her grade level, or is socially inept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. MONEY. Children are expensive in several ways. One parent loses wages while caring for a child. Children need to eat and be clothed. They need toys with which to explore the world. They need health care, they need education, they need activities and hobbies. They will need car insurance. The proper raising of a child is not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LAUNDRY. Children do not contribute to household chores until they are older, and even then they generate more work than labor. Having a child means that your living space will need more cleaning than before, not only as your child makes a mess of it but also because you cannot let your child crawl around in dust and dirt. Your child will find all sorts of vile things to put in his or her mouth in the cleanest of homes. Your laundry and dishes will double, and you will do all the picking up after your child for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. TANTRUMS. Many times you will tell your child that they cannot have what they want, and they will scream to get you to change your mind. You will need to avoid saying "no" as much as possible, but then stick to your decision when you do. Otherwise you will encourage tantrums. However, younger children cry because that is the only way they have to express themselves, and you need to be attentive. It becomes difficult judging when a child is having a serious problem and when he or she is having a tantrum. Tantrums are not just for two-year-old children, they will continue for years in many different forms as your child will attempt to change your mind. At some point children figure out how to get what they want despite you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. REBELLION. Children need to assert their independence and individuality. All will feel stifled in some way by their parents or other authority figures, and they will attempt to subvert the dominant hegemony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DISSONANCE. Lots of adults do not get along with their parents. Perhaps they forget all the work that their parents put into raising them, or perhaps they resent that the work that their parents did was not enough. At some point your child will probably be very angry with you, and may even hate you for years. This is not uncommon, and you know it because you can name a dozen people who don't get along with their own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. PAIN. Your child will cry and you won't know why or how to fix it. You will mess up and let your child get hurt. You won't be there and your child will get hurt. Your child will get really sick. Your child will fail at something and feel humiliated and worthless. Guaranteed. The world is a hard place on everyone, especially small, naive, fragile people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 6 BILLION PEOPLE. The world is already overpopulated. Do you really have to add to it? Do not answer this question lightly. Every new human draws on our limited resources, tramples over previously undamaged land, creates more waste, and accelerates worldwide instability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAILED EXPECTATIONS. You may expect your child to be interested in things that fascinate you, and then be disappointed. You may be brilliant and your child may be dull. You may be athletic, unhappy to discover that your child has trouble walking a straight line. Your child may abandon your religion or main beliefs. Your child may grow up to be someone you have very little in common with. In fact, your child will definitely not be a little version of you. Any thoughts about what kind of person you want your child to be are wasted thoughts, and probably detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. LOST FREEDOM. People without children can easily pack up and move. They can be without work or change careers. They can break up with their partners and find new ones. Children, while often flexible, must be accounted for in all major life changes. In fact, they demand that the world not change around them so fast while their own understanding of the world grows and changes at the same time. Stability and routine allows a child to explore life from a vantage of safety and consistency. You must be willing to give your child such stability at the cost of your own freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HARD WORK. Raising a child takes more than love and time. You must concentrate on all methods of communication that your child attempts so that you may properly understand his or her needs and wants. You must introduce your child to new stimulation and situations regularly. You have to figure out best ways to teach your child at each age, what to teach them, and when to teach. You must be available and responsive to your child even when you are tired or sad or very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. THE DEATH OF A CHILD. So much emotion, time, and energy gets poured into a child that to lose it all at once is crippling. Many well meaning people say hurtful and stupid things in a misguided attempt to help. This is one case where it is better to not have loved at all than to have loved and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S5mKKqOKZmI/AAAAAAAAArM/TDyBJK034Oc/s1600-h/nobabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S5mKKqOKZmI/AAAAAAAAArM/TDyBJK034Oc/s400/nobabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447537140018341474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This figure only only represents the costs of the actual birth.  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I Think</title><content type="html">I don't know if I mentioned before that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to re-do (meaning paint and rearrange) my bedroom, but that was the plan.  So, back during my two week hiatus where I fell into a deep depression of boredom, I bought all the stuff to get started. I got paint, brushes, trays, drop cloths and all that horsecrap in order to prepare to paint.  And then it ended up on my dining room table for two months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I ripped down some God-awful border and began the task of 'Home Improving' as some call it.  Saturday we primed and painted - well John did most of the hard part, while I did things like tape, refill the paint tray and trim.  Here is a preview of the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S5glHucN-RI/AAAAAAAAArE/9xQHoO-ujgI/s1600-h/gypsyteal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Er5RhmQ7Itw/S5glHucN-RI/AAAAAAAAArE/9xQHoO-ujgI/s400/gypsyteal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447144563960314130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't judge the bad photo - it was taken with Halle (no offense Halle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with me, is it too dark?  Also, I bet you can take a wild guess at who was so careless as to paint parts of the ceiling green unintentionally (Hint:  It wasn't me).  Oh well, that will just have to be touched up at a later date, or covered with some crown molding.  During the process of moving the furniture back to their destinations from the center of the room, my foot board was shattered and thus, is now pieces of it are leaning all over my room, along with the new bed frame that I purchased last night.  So, indeed, this is still a work in progress and will have to be reconstrued and put about this weekend after John leaves to go on his cruise with the Belushi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on this coming soon... stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523417031084202176-3415432268630368270?l=kateonthecob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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