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I have not been to a movie at the movie theater in several months. Actually, now that I think about it, I have not been to a movie at a theater in over a year. I have two children, ages two and six months who are very attached to me and I cannot leave them with anyone for over an hour before all heck breaks loose. My husband asked his mom to keep our kids last night so we could go see a movie and I was so relieved when she agreed to do it. I knew that the kids would be fine for a couple of hours. The only issue was getting someone to agree to keep the kids even though our baby will not take a bottle for anyone but me. I’m so glad we have internet from &lt;a href="http://www.clearwirelessinternet.net/4g/kansas/high-speed-internet-kansas-city.html"&gt;Kansas City Clear&lt;/a&gt; because my husband was able to go online to find out movie times. We were able to go to an early movie and ended up not having to have his mom get the kids ready for bed. It is such a hassle to feed and bathe the kids and put them to bed, so we would just rather do that ourselves. I enjoyed the movie and I do not have to let another year go by before I make it back to the movie theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-3651223265180426963?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we moved into our home this summer I was surprised to see that every other house on the street had one of those signs in their yard with the name of their security system. The neighbors that we talked to said that most of the homes had used &lt;a href="http://www.atlantahomesecurity.com/"&gt;home security atlanta&lt;/a&gt; to get a security system. They did this when a new high school opened just down the road and multiple break-ins happened in one month. Apparently most burglars are teenagers that sell what they steal for money. I told my husband I did not want to be the only house on the street without a security system. That is just like having a bulls-eye on our home telling burglars to pick our house. I wonder which &lt;a href="http://www.publications.parliament.uk/pa/cm200910/cmselect/cmhaff/242/24208.htm"&gt;deters&lt;/a&gt; people more the actual alarm system of the sign in the front yard. Or is it best to just have a loud dog that barks when people get near the house? I would rather be safe than sorry, so I plan on having all three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-776116928293420081?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We moved to this bustling city from Florida three months ago in the most perfect fall breeze. Now, we’re layering coats, scarves and mittens just to open the door for visitors. We put it off as long as we could, but Tuesday it was time to research &lt;a href="http://newyorkenergyrates.com/"&gt;http://newyorkenergyrates.com/&lt;/a&gt; and get this family some heat! My hubs says I should not have waited so long. Now, we’re cozy and bundled without walking around the house in long johns, sweat pants and sock caps. It has really set the winter mood, though. I’m itching, itching to decorate for Christmas and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. Walking into a warm and cozy apartment after a cold day in the city makes me want to deck the halls and wrap presents. To that, hubs says I’m crazy. Just give me a few more weeks and I’ll convince him that it’s time. I’m thinking I’ll cook a big pot of chili, light some Christmas candles, and maybe subtly play a few caroling tunes. That’s enough of a hint, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4861831231907110863?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My mom has always lived in Texas and when I got old enough I moved away to Michigan for college. I stayed up here because I had enough hot weather to last me a lifetime and I’ve built a great life for myself but mom’s still down there in West Texas, battling the heat and living the life. She told me last month her AC had broken so I had to help her find a solution online. I sent her to &lt;a href="http://www.texaselectricityproviders.com/energy-saving-tips/"&gt;Texaselectricityproviders.COM&lt;/a&gt;which ended up being really good for her rates and talked to a friend in her town who knew someone in the HVAC industry and got her a good deal on her new system. She said everything’s fine now and I believe her but I just hate that she has any issues with things I can’t fix – being far away is hard since we’re still so close! I’m glad I’ve got my own life, though, and am doing my own thing up here in Michigan. I couldn’t take another year in Texas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-7079416044870061306?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last Sunday, there was a really good &lt;a href="http://www.clearwirewimax4g.com/wireless_internet/new-jersey/clearwire_new-brunswick.html"&gt;New Brunswick Clear wimax online offer&lt;/a&gt; in the paper. I immediately signed up and ever since I’ve been planning our family vacation solely online. I’m saving a ton of money that we’d usually put towards a travel agent and this is an easy first trip to plan since we’re only going to Dallas to visit family. I’ve got to book the flights and hotel, but other than that there’re not a lot of extras to be accommodated. I’ll need to do a little more research on things for the kids to do during the day, but I’m sure they’ll find something. I know that the &lt;a href="http://www.dwazoo.com/d/"&gt;Dallas Zoo&lt;/a&gt;is supposed to be nice this time of year and maybe they’ll want to see some historical sites or even a museum. I’m sure my wife and her sister will want to shop, so I’ll need to book a round of golf for me and the boys. Either way, this is much easier than last year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-2214771336077161207?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I started thinking about all of the things that I needed to change in 2011 and my New Year's resolutions, I knew that I needed to address my study habits. I didn't have hardly anything you could call study habits in high school so it was real tough for me last semester for my first time away at college. But I have high hopes for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went online with I was home with our &lt;a href="http://www.cleartvbundle.com/"&gt;CLEAR TV BUNDLE&lt;/a&gt; and looked up all types of study tips to apply to my life. I'm really going to make an effort to do them, but we'll see just how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm really going to pull out all the &lt;a href="http://copingwithcollege.blogspot.com/search/label/study%20tips"&gt;studying&lt;/a&gt; stops and clock in some serious time at the library. I think that I'm also just going to schedule time to do that and stick to that schedule so I won't put it off. I guess that I need to get over my aversion to the library to do that though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-5214700612015703383?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people would be so rude as to call me a puck bunny, but I don't think that me loving to watch hockey and a lot of my exes being hockey players have any correlation besides I just like watching the sport and guys can respect a girl who can talk to them about the sport that they play. But I still get accused of it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was online the other day thinking about my hockey fantasy league when I came across teh web site &lt;a href="http://clearwirelessinternetservice.com/"&gt;clearwirelessinternetservice.com&lt;/a&gt; and read through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that I ended up getting some other info though that I want to apply to my &lt;a href="http://coach-johns-hockey-tips.blogspot.com/2006/10/concussion-awareness.html"&gt;hockey&lt;/a&gt; fantasy team while I was online too. ItÕs also a little funny that some of my exes who play hockey are actually who I play in a pool for the hockey fantasy team. But they wouldnÕt like to admit that I actually win almost every single year. Yeah, IÕm that good. They would say that I know my hockey, but I donÕt think that they would as readily admit that I know it better than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-7859591587132805672?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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About me and my hubby, we still love each other so much. We never fail to say it. We have arguments but&amp;nbsp;we make up pretty&amp;nbsp;fast.&amp;nbsp;We work together every weekends. That's why we are busy every Saturday and Sunday. I'm doing fine and eating well too and whats nice thing bout everything is that my insurance was already extended a long time ago. But I'm not sure if they will pay for my medical bills. Its been maybe two months now or more but I haven't receive any bill anymore so I guess and hopeful my insurance paid my bills. I guess I gotta go I am just dropping by and see you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-6136305936437343575?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are the queries that she asked me:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.)&amp;nbsp; If you had a chance to go back in time for 24 hours, where would you go and why?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: I will go back in the Philippines to spent time with my family and dogs. Though I talked to them almost everyday on facebook but its still a different feeling talking to them personally. I have two dogs named Snoopy and Pushy and I missed them so much. In my desperation I sometimes ask my family for them to turn&amp;nbsp; on the mic of their pc so my dogs can hear me when I call thier name testing if they still recognize my voice. And I guess they still do. &lt;br /&gt;
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2.) What material possession can you not live without?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: I dont know what things I cant live without because as of now I am not really in need of anything so bad. Unlike when I was in the Philippines having no phone was like the worst that could happen to me especially when I was in my teenage years. That time I was so into having textmates and everytime my parents take my phone I really get so sad. Feel like I cant breathe anymore hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;
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3.) What's your first thought in the morning and last thought at night?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: The first and last is my baby. Everything about my baby. But when there is any appointment whether doctor appointment or anything before the day of the appointment that my first and last thought. Why? because sometimes I forget any appointments and is sick of waking up so early and preparing things around.&lt;br /&gt;
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4.) If you were given the liberty and opportunity to pursue a new career, what line of work would you delve into?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: Photography and Fashion Designer.&lt;br /&gt;
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5.) If you were to win the lottery, how long would you wait to tell others?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: I will only tell my family in the Philippines&amp;nbsp;if I have the money already but I wont tell nobody aside from them. But of course my husband will definitely be the first one to know.&lt;br /&gt;
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6.) What aspect of your personality is most peculiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer: I dont really know. I still dont know myself yet. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last Question&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there anything exciting about yourself that you would like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Answer: Theres nothing really exciting about myself. I dont see myself exciting. I feel like Im a boring person to be with. Only Im a crazy mom for my baby. I can be a clown for my baby but other than that you might think of doing something else than hang around with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-8473647317679822793?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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•Blog about my 1st giveaway contest for &lt;a href="http://www.adiestree.com/"&gt;Adiestree Blog's&lt;/a&gt; ( Enjoy Life To The Fullest ) 2nd anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;
•Follow my blogs : &lt;a href="http://www.bubbaspot.com/"&gt;Our World&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.adiestree.com/"&gt;Enjoy Life To The Fullest&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://forestwayneaton.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
•Leave a comment on " 2nd Anniversary Giveaway Contest" saying that you are joining the contest.&lt;br /&gt;
•Add me to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;
•Click EC Drop.&lt;br /&gt;
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The prizes are nice bags and wallets. The contest started yesterday September 10, 2010 and will end on October 5, 2010. The draw for the winner will be on October 8, 2010 and there will be 5 winners. I wish I will be one of those five winners. hehe. The good thing about this contest is its absolutely free. Yehey! So what are you waiting for? Join now and &lt;a href="http://www.adiestree.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-1853529817680496331?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We go out almost everyday so I've seen how people drive here. Most people here doesn't really abide to the rules of traffic or maybe they just don't care about getting a ticket and other cars. Hubby doesn't like how women drive here. He always gets irritated when he gets behind a slow or dumb woman driver. I am not sure why women here drives like that. Maybe they just want to really make sure they are driving right or just being so ignorant of the traffic rules. But for me, either men or women is pretty much the same. I just hope that I will be a good driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-2104083876281505445?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided it was time to get a new vehicle since my family was expanding. I didn't have the money to just go out and buy a car and I knew that if I traded my car in I wouldn't be able to get a good price for it. I searched on kbb.com which is Kelly Blue Book. This website gives you the value of your vehicle when you put in the condition of it. This will give you a good idea of how much you should be getting when you trade your vehicle in or sell it privately. &lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to use the amount that they gave me and list my car using my &lt;a href="http://www.satellitestarinternet.com/"&gt;hughesnet internet&lt;/a&gt;. I put it on many websites, including craigslist.com. This is a free website that allows you to list just about everything that you want to sell. It is one quick and free way to list your vehicle online. &lt;br /&gt;
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After only listing my car for a few days I got many different offers. I found someone to buy my car off of me for almost a thousand more of what it was actually worth after I switched from &lt;a href="http://www.satellitestarinternet.com/hughesnet_compare_to_dialup.html"&gt;hughesnet to dial up&lt;/a&gt;. This was a great investment for my new vehicle. As soon as I sold the car I started searching for a new one. I contacted the nearest &lt;a href="http://www.hondatalk.net/"&gt;Honda&lt;/a&gt; dealership and put a down payment on my new Honda Accord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-7480867622052476855?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know it is not necessary to have a domain name but its still nice to have your own website without a blogspot.com after it. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4418575107325661419?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, I realize having medical bills of almost $16,000 I guess worth it for my life to be saved. The bad thing is just we don't have money to pay for that amount. That's why I'm sad because there's nothing I can do about it right now but to wait for the extension of my insurance to get&amp;nbsp;approve&amp;nbsp;and hope it will or else we will be in debt for quite a long time. I am so thankful to the two doctors but in my mind there is this thought that's bothering me. March 28th, my insurance expired and March 25th was my first operation. The second operation was March 31th, if only they would have done it before March 28, I wouldn't have this problem. This is whats bothering me and I know its not their fault. Its just my responsibility to just pay it if I wont get approve. &lt;br /&gt;
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I wont say life sucks because I know it doesn't. There's just this challenges that people need to learn&amp;nbsp;to face. I can say its another big challenge for me again&amp;nbsp;and I know God is with me. He never gives us challenges that we cant surpass. I am in tears now but I know it wont be forever. I just need to think positive and keep in mind that God is always there to guide, help and love&amp;nbsp;us in every situation we are in. God bless everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4151802815378967522?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My favorite TV snack is definitely popcorn, who doesn't love it? It comes in all different flavors and brands, everyone in my house has their favorites. I can never get bored with popcorn either, if I don't want the regular old butter flavor, I can just buy a box of kettle-cooked. Plus, it is very easy to make and inexpensive. All i have to do to have a freshly-popped bowl of popcorn is put in in the microwave for a few minutes then my family and I can enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;
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For as long as I can remember popcorn has been my favorite TV snack. When I was little, me and my family used to have a family "movie night" and I always was the one to put the popcorn in the microwave. We always had to make more than one bag of popcorn because as soon as you put in out, it was gone. Even after everyone was too old for family "movie night" in my family, I would still sit and watch one of the &lt;a href="http://cannonsatellite.com/programming_pkgs.cfm"&gt;cable tv specials&lt;/a&gt; with my bag of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Popcorn is also so easy to buy anywhere. In movie theaters it is sold by the bowl, grocery stores of course sell a wide selection of it, and even drug stores sell microwave popcorn. Whether you live in New York City or out in &lt;a href="http://blogs.varsitykansas.com/"&gt;Kansas &lt;/a&gt;you can find any package store, or movie rental shop that sells popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4733373398466779107?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Go to Layout or Design. Click Edit HTML and search for /* Variable definitions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Above&amp;nbsp; /* Variable definitions, paste this:&lt;br /&gt;
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#navbar-iframe {&lt;br /&gt;
display: none !important;&lt;br /&gt;
} &lt;br /&gt;
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View your blog and navbar removed. So easy to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4298310768577707877?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are the shows that we like to watch on Disney Channel:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a show about a twin living in a ship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a show about a family with wizard magical abilities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a show about family with their baby named Charlie. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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When we got there, there was a long line of people standing to pay the gate pass to the farm fair. While we were in line there was this man who gave us two wristband for the fair and it was free. We couldn't believe it because not all people were given a wristband. The man gave my hubby two wristband, one for adult and one for child. I told my hubby that the other wristband is for a child because the man thought I'm a child. Hubby asked the man for an adult wristband but nothing was left already. I had no choice but to wear the child wristband. I felt quite nervous while entering the gate because they might stop and ask me but they never did. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I enjoyed it so much because I got quite a bit giveaways. These are the things I got from the farm fair. When it comes to free things I don't get ashamed to keep on coming back to get some more unless I don't like the person giving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our baby enjoyed the farm fair too. He was able to see some animals there. When we got to the little petting zoo, I saw a dog. I was thinking why there's a dog in here but I guess he is part of their farm life. My hubby didn't let our baby touch the dog because little Poopie doesn't know how to pet yet hence he knows how to grab. Hubby, me and Poopie enjoyed at the farm fair. Looking forward for the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lEz9SEQomc/TEvij12o7mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KWblhK4wsjQ/s1600/IMGP1796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lEz9SEQomc/TEvij12o7mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KWblhK4wsjQ/s320/IMGP1796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sundays are pretty special at our house. We start the day off by going to church, and we then have a nice meal out at a restaurant. We get home in the early afternoon and spend the day together as a family. My children are still young enough where they don't mind an entire day with Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;
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After a meal that we all prepare together, we always gather in the family room. For a couple of years now, we have always reserved Sunday evenings as our family TV night. We have so many options on our &lt;a href="http://www.direct.tv/direct-tv-packages.html"&gt;Direct TV channel lineup&lt;/a&gt;, including &lt;a href="http://birchandmaple.blogs.com/birch_and_maple/2007/12/extreme-home-ma.html"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover&lt;/a&gt; on ABC. This is a show that teaches values and humility, something we promote wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
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We enjoy watching Ty and his trusty team to deliver an emotional story of a very deserving family each week. We are always amazed at the wonderful work that everyone does and to see the joy on the family's faces is the bright spot of the show. I have actually sent in some information on a family who lives nearby. They have two daughters who are severely disabled and I would love it if ABC chose them for a new dream house that would give the two daughters new freedoms. &lt;br /&gt;
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Because of the show, my own three children have learned that caring and giving begin at home and in today's times, I consider that a very nice achievement since it comes from a TV show. Kudos to ABC and kudos to Ty and the gang for making lives easier to lead, as well as making dreams come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-355384582160774124?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day, I got a call from her. She usually doesn't call me that's why I was wondering whats happening to her. Then she told me that her hubby bought a &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/honda-civic-2001"&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/a&gt; car for her. She was so happy and wished that she can drive her car all the way to Hawaii but I know its way impossible to do. The car was a used car but still a car is a car for her. I was happy and excited for her too. She was still learning how to drive at that time and didn't have a driver's license yet. Her husband taught her how to drive and eventually she learned how to drive better.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she was driving going to the park, her car stopped running. She was driving on the left side of the lane when the car stopped. She felt panic because the traffic was building up and she didn't know what to do. She called her husband and her husband called the towing company to tow her car to &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/los-angeles-auto-repair"&gt;Los Angeles auto repair &lt;/a&gt;shop. Little did she know that her car had a blown &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/head-gasket-replacement"&gt;head gasket&lt;/a&gt; which led to a major damage. She felt so sad and disappointed about it. The cost to fix her car was almost the same price&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the car. She didn't have a choice but to just forget fixing her car. Though it was a car that was so precious to her but for her things come and go. If one goes a better one comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-6810051129445722023?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a woman growing up with a single mother, I can see firsthand how hard it is for women to make it in this world. I love the show &lt;a href="http://blog.imperfectparent.com/2008/03/25/jon-and-kate-plus-8-color-me-gosselin/"&gt;Kate Plus 8&lt;/a&gt; because it depicts the true story of a mother just trying to provide for her kids without the assistance of a man. I love watching this show every chance I get on the channels I get through the &lt;a href="http://www.bestchoicetv.com/satellite-tv/tx/d/dallas/"&gt;cable tv deals around Dallas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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"Kate Plus 8" offers a truly poignant look into the life of Kate Gosselin. She is a woman that has had to deal with a cheating husband, all while having 8 kids. It is very inspiring to see how Kate deals with such a tough situation in front of millions of people. I know some people claim that she uses her kids for fame or making money, but I don't think it is like that. I think Kate's intentions are to provide a future for her kids and make sure they are always provided for. According to her ratings, I would think that many other women in the world think Kate's intentions are also to provide for her children rather than use them for her own fame or gain in life. &lt;br /&gt;
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Kate Gosselin is a wonderful woman with a huge heart. Can you imagine raising 8 kids by yourself without the help of a spouse? I sure can not imagine that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-4477051792760466910?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I adore TLC, which stands for "The Learning Channel." This is one of my favorite channels to look for on my &lt;a href="http://www.direct.tv/direct-tv-packages.html"&gt;direct tv channel lineup&lt;/a&gt; on a daily basis. There are many reasons I love watching this channel, and why I am not the only one who adores this channel. Millions of people tune into "The Learning Channel" everyday to get unique insight into the lives of other people.&lt;br /&gt;
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TLC features one of the greatest shows, "Little People Big World." This show features the daily struggles and joys of a family with &lt;a href="http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/dwarfism"&gt;dwarfism&lt;/a&gt;. The two parents in the family have dwarfism and are only a few feet tall. However, their kids have a normal height for the most part. Only one of their children inherited the dwarfism gene and is also extremely short in height. I found this show to be very inspirational, since it shows how the parents overcome all obstacles to be very successful in life. The father owns his own business on a farm and makes a great living for his family. The mom is also very active and inspiring for her ability to juggle a family and career as a kindergarten teacher. I also love the fact that she encourages her son with dwarfism to do anything he wants in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, TLC is a great network that features fascinating shows. If you want to watch shows documenting the real lives of unique people, then TLC is the channel for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129294993755073252-2146312356174476100?l=bmtrrbt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is the video of the grand finale of the 4th of July fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;
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