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Today I received a phone call about my open book quality...

Let me explain! My parents were secret keepers, from each other, from their kids, from their friends and their peers at large. No body needed to know anything about them that wasn't filtered through their well orchestrated facade. Now before you see it as a complaint of their upbringing to keep it all on the download, it's more 
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Look don't get me wrong, I knew I was pregnant a week before I could test because my body started to act pregnant, I was exhausted as of 3 weeks into the pregnancy... and the exhaustion never went away.
The pelvic pain started around the middle of the pregnancy... now don't believe this happens in all 
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I have been famously been noted as saying Easter is hands down my favorite holiday of them all. And the Holiday pretty much started if you are a devoted Greek Orthodox. So I thought I would explain what our lent/fasting consists of because it's not like any other fasting I have ever heard or read about.

Greek Orthodox are the only Orthodox faithful community that follows many of the similar 
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So much has been said and published about the Mom controversy about being a better mom if you were raised in another country. If you are a Chinese Mom (Tiger Mom) you raise your child one way, if you American you are overtly lax, if you from anywhere else so on and so on.


So the book "Bringing up Bébé" by Pamela Druckerman was highly publicised this week about parenting differences between 
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I've been so busy... 


But aren't we all you might be thinking. But in all my stuff that I have been wrapping myself around realising that this baby is stewing away slowly to make it self a healthy happy to come out. But woah.... when did I get to the point where I only have 5 weeks left and the baby should be here. 



I have been trying really hard to find myself for the last few years and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bWsNF4ylttjQ3NlDRqXL8eaTQI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bWsNF4ylttjQ3NlDRqXL8eaTQI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MommyDoings/~4/w_ldxAI-e9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mommydoings.blogspot.com/2012/02/ohhh-and-baby-is-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFSH8zeCp7ImA9WhRUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094251706132370778.post-2140127914400164437</id><published>2012-01-25T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:19.180-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T15:50:19.180-05:00</app:edited><title>Where we drew inspiration for our Master Bedroom?!?!?!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoings.blogspot.com/feeds/2140127914400164437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094251706132370778&amp;postID=2140127914400164437&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094251706132370778/posts/default/2140127914400164437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094251706132370778/posts/default/2140127914400164437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MommyDoings/~3/9Dg7uJlSK2I/where-we-drew-inspiration-for-our.html" title="Where we drew inspiration for our Master Bedroom?!?!?!" /><author><name>Angie Tingas</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112979282702013307278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IK1LENMSZXo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ql6-ml2dnxk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRCnWB8a0fU/Txeq5kXJCDI/AAAAAAAACGc/TEfBjtLqNUA/s72-c/bandw1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Mike and I are very similar but very different in our personal styling, I am very more out there, Mike is more clean. I like florals, he likes modern, I pinks, him concrete and white. I like classic lines, mirrored objects and Mike clean lines and casual feel. It's really hard to put into words how eclectic we are. 

So when deciding to renovate the master bedroom we just couldn't decide on a 
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So every once and a while I write a post about my TV watching... I use to be a severe addict, I don't get to watch a lot of it because of how different my nights have become after having babies. I either am on serious Mommy duty, I try and go out socially late at night when girls are sleeping to not disturb anyone with my need for an outing, or I just fall asleep in some one's bed that I 
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Standing on the steps of the Kodak Theater




﻿﻿﻿So we hung around the very wet road of Hollywood Blvd that was scarce and empty from the day of rain, and walked and walked. It really was nice to have more quiet than crazy tourist like. In our search for the Marilyn Monroe star we passed right beside El Capitane theater another single movie theather which is so ornate even on the outside, it 
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 I am believing that a few people are awaiting patiently for my posts about my much talked about trip to Los Angeles. And without any further ado... I will start with the most touristy of places Hollywood Blvd. 



The husband and I got stuck inside the hotel most of the day because the rain wouldn't let up, and rain in LA is a rarity. We were forewarned that it never lasts all day, but 
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Welcome the new year with thought and emotion... I have so much on my mind and on my plate. But what a better time to think of ways to make the next 12 months a splendid experience than to have all of the social media universe discussing resolutions, affirmations and words to bring forth greatness.


My friend Sameer got my ball rolling with his concept of picking a 
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I live in my parents old home... this sometimes becomes a very difficult task for decorating. Yet my husband and I have found endless ways to renovate it to get it to look more like "our" home and less like "their" home... designing rooms that can't really be 
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Then the girls came along and blogging about fashion from around the world that was a little too out there for the masses to appreciate seemed so 
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The other day I had a private conversation with someone on twitter... in Lehman's terms, we had a DM convo. But the next day when I went to retrieve the email she had provided me I realised it was completely gone. 

The whole message and stream of conversation, fully disappeared!

And then I realised while starring at my phone today that my Whatt'sapp messages were long gone as well...

And now
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weheartit.com


Once I let the guilt of being the worst mom on earth subside... I remember that I haven't been anywhere further than an hour away from my hometown of Toronto since I got married. *pleaseeee hold the gasps, I know that's a pretty dreadful reality


The year I was married I went away with my best friend Cindy to Vancouver for 5 days... one of my most memorable trips and really the
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I have found myself watching episodes of Pregnant in Heels this pregnancy. While I find Rosie Pope's voice intriguingly annoying... I can't shake the episode about the first time pregnancy that was causing a rift between a husband and wife because he didn't feel his needs were being 
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It was an interesting few set of days. 

Day 1. I asked both girls what they wanted to do this month that was special and only one thing they could pick from. I asked my youngest first... the answer was a little bewildering to me and caught me off guard. She told me she wanted to go and excercise so she could be healthy and have babies like mama. While I 
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But when I saw Candace's
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My husband is a handy man... this is a plus in my head. But most people walk into my home and wonder why I live in a constant state of renos. It might be odd... there's dust, there's stuff and a lot of things that get left behind because I am helping with the renos!



But I love it, every moment of it! 




Love deciding what is being torn down next, love that after hours of thought 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WV85e3ZH-0KVKwBAAGmVik-6BOE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WV85e3ZH-0KVKwBAAGmVik-6BOE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MommyDoings/~4/Xg-KsxQHODQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mommydoings.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-house-in-chaos-and-i-like-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQ3o_cCp7ImA9WhdaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094251706132370778.post-833103072841381526</id><published>2011-10-18T02:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:03:52.448-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T01:03:52.448-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>My week eating!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoings.blogspot.com/feeds/833103072841381526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8094251706132370778&amp;postID=833103072841381526&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094251706132370778/posts/default/833103072841381526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8094251706132370778/posts/default/833103072841381526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MommyDoings/~3/_p7diIVOtPU/my-week-eating.html" title="My week eating!" /><author><name>Angie Tingas</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112979282702013307278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IK1LENMSZXo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ql6-ml2dnxk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sT_cxGNLqoY/Tp0jUrO5AZI/AAAAAAAACCI/GlIBjHqpxsM/s72-c/primerib.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Being Pregnant has really opened up my appetite, not literally I want to eat everything in sight as long as it doesn't have sugar in it... serious food turn off for my palette, yet my brains oozes and gawks at cupcakes and sundaes like I haven't had one in 10 years.






This week has been an especially hungry week. And so with some outings and well some staying ins... I feasted. 



If you live
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