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Here's a little-known fact about me: I always flip my calendar a few days early. My mom and sister always give me a hard time over it, but it's just what I do; I can't help it! So yesterday I asked my mom to flip my calendar to February, and when she did she reminded me that it's a leap year. (This is February's picture on my Mary Engelbreit calendar. Isn't it sweet?!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHGai-bmjHA/TymV0SfwUqI/AAAAAAAAEVk/j39kl6qjpgs/s1600/ME+February.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHGai-bmjHA/TymV0SfwUqI/AAAAAAAAEVk/j39kl6qjpgs/s640/ME+February.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She went on to tell me that in a leap year women can ask men to marry them. Well, well, well, is that right?! Who knew?!&amp;nbsp; This isn't something I've ever heard before, but I kind of like the sound of it! Of course I'm only half serious since I definitely think it's the man's place to propose to a woman, but sometimes you need to take the proverbial bull by the horns, especially if said bull is stubborn!&lt;br /&gt;
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I probably won't be asking anyone to marry me &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;leap year, but maybe in 2016 if I'm still on the market. After all, I'll be turning 32 that year and won't be getting any younger! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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So if there are any single ladies out there and you'd like to get married, go ahead, be bold and ask. It just might work out for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-4642746442866345735?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Regis recently released a memoir that he wrote about his life called &lt;em&gt;How I Got This Way&lt;/em&gt;. I decided to buy the audio book from iTunes and I'm so glad I did because it was really good. The audio book was narrated by Regis himself, so that was really neat to hear the book read from his own voice. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't have imagined listening to the book if it had been read by anyone else. His book&amp;nbsp;shed more light into&amp;nbsp;his life and his more than 50 years in show business.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regis graduated from Notre Dame University in 1953 with a degree in sociology, however, his true desire since the time he was a young child was always to be a singer like his idol, Bing Crosby. On the day of his college graduation Regis told his parents about his lifelong dream of becoming a singer, and he even sang Crosby's hit &lt;em&gt;Pennies from Heaven&lt;/em&gt; to parents. When he finished singing he noticed that his mother's eyes were filled with tears – tears of disappointment. When I heard this part in the book I thought it was SO sad! I can't imagine how Regis must've felt in that moment. &lt;br /&gt;
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After that discouraging experience Regis decided to part with his dream of being a singer and instead decided to go into television. Regis' early television career had lots of ups and downs and disappointments and Regis went into detail about his feelings of inadequacy and failure. He said that for years he wondered if he had any talent at all, and if he did, what was it? I had no idea that Regis struggled so much in his early years since he's always seemed so successful to me, but I guess that's just because I've only ever known him as the older famous and accomplished Regis Philbin instead of the Regis Philbin of younger days. It just goes to show that fame and success doesn't always come naturally and just takes time/work, even for the "rich and famous." &lt;br /&gt;
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Regis talked about a lot of famous, well-known people that he's crossed paths with over the years who have influenced him in some way or another like Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, Joey Bishop, Cary Grant, Johnny Carson and Jack Parr. He also talked about other people that he's interacted with over the years; people who have amazed and/or inspired him in some way that he's learned valuable lessons from like Jack Nicholson, Bill Cosby, Jerry Seinfeld, George Clooney, Donald Trump, Steven Spielberg and David Letterman. There were even entire chapters in the book devoted to the most special people in his life like Kathy Lee Gifford, Kelly Ripa and Joy, his wife of more than 40&amp;nbsp;years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Regis ended each chapter in the book with "what I took away from it all" where he recapped whatever situation/person he referenced in that chapter. I really enjoyed hearing what Regis had learned from the different experiences/people in his life. It made him seem more likable to find out that Regis has experienced so many "normal" emotions and had many average or&amp;nbsp;less than desirable experiences.&lt;br /&gt;
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For me, music has a nostalgic quality that can take you right back to a certain place/time, even if you haven't thought of that particular place/time in quite a while. Hearing Kenny G music&amp;nbsp;does this for me. It takes me back to when I was a little girl and it makes me think about going on loooong shopping trips to places like department stores in the mall (like Famous Barr or JCPenney). Lots of men don't enjoy shopping, but my dad was the opposite. He would take his sweet time as he vacillated over this and that as he tried to narrow down what he wanted to purchase. I can understand weighing out your options, but there comes a time when enough is enough and you just need to decide! I just remember being&amp;nbsp;bored out of my mind and playing in the different clothing racks with my younger sisters who were always along for the ride. Ugh… those were the days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-888439414966393331?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My top three favorite sandwiches of all time at Quiznos were the turkey, ranch and Swiss, the honey bacon club and the roasted turkey on Rosemary Parmesan bread with red bell pepper sauce. Mmm… my mouth is watering just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was ecstatic when a Quiznos opened 5&amp;nbsp;minutes away from my house in 2004, but it only stayed open about 18 months. It was truly a sad day when it closed! It wasn't that I was still eating there several times a week, but it was just nice to know that when the inevitable Quiznos hankerings came I could send my mom, sister or one of my friends on a Quiznos run. &lt;br /&gt;
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Is it just me, or does Quiznos not seem as popular anymore? Maybe it's because&amp;nbsp;I never see TV commercials for it anymore, or that a few of the Quiznos restaurants in my area have closed, or maybe because I don't eat out very often anymore, but I just haven't heard anything about Quiznos in quite some time. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my friends that I went to Quiznos with most often nicknamed Quiznos "the Q-bomb," so that's what we affectionately referred to it as. I still think it's a fitting name. Unfortunately for me (or maybe fortunately for my waistline) the nearest Quiznos is a good 20 minutes away. Maybe I'll have to remedy my long absence from Quiznos some time soon, because it's been way too long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-3077966738408746848?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit that Pinterest can be a little addicting since it's so fun to find new ideas, but I'm really good about only spending a few minutes on it here and there when I need a break from what I'm doing. If you want to follow my pins, click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/paralyzedwjoy/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found so many fun and useful things.&amp;nbsp;One of the most useful things I've found is&amp;nbsp;a recipe for homemade laundry detergent. My mom has been making a homemade liquid laundry soap for the past few years that she really likes, so when I found the recipe for this dry laundry detergent I decided to send it to my mom to see if she might like it even better. My mom whipped up a batch and has been using it for over a month. She likes it even better than the liquid laundry detergent she'd been using, so I was very pleased to find something that impressed my mom. &amp;nbsp;This laundry detergent is relatively easy to make and extremely cost-efficient. (Who knew that laundry soap/detergent is so expensive? Not me, since I've never bought any before. Actually, I think I've only done two or three loads of laundry my whole life since my mom always did my laundry prior to my accident. It wasn't that I wasn't capable of doing it, it's just that my mom always did it since she enjoys doing&amp;nbsp;laundry so well. You heard it right, my mom LOVES doing laundry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I can't remember the blog where I originally found this homemade detergent recipe (I should've pinned it to one of my Pinterest boards, but I didn't), but the woman writing the blog said that she made a batch of the detergent and it lasted about eight months (she did four loads of laundry a week). You only use 1 tablespoon of detergent per load (yes, only 1 tablespoon!). It only cost my mom $15 to get all of the supplies that she needed to make it. As I said, my mom loves it and she's going to keep making it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homemade Laundry Detergent:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1 4 lb 12 oz box Borax (2.15 kg were 76 oz) found in the detergent aisle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1 4 lb box Arm &amp;amp; Hammer Baking Soda (1.81 kg) found in the cooking aisle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1 box Arm &amp;amp; Hammer Super Washing Soda 55 oz (3 lb 7 oz) found in the detergent aisle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;3 bars of Fels-naptha soap, found in the detergent aisle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;2 small containers of oxyclean or store brand oxyclean (try to get about 3.5 lbs total (1.58 kg)) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*You can also use pink Zote soap instead of Fels-naptha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Start out by grating your Fels-naptha soap just like cheese. **Don't worry the Fels-naptha will dissolve in your washer even if you only use cold water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Toss all ingredients in a 5 gallon bucket lined with a garbage bag. This part makes your whole house smell great. Once everything is thoroughly mixed store soap however you like. I chose a jar that I keep above my washing machine, I also got a little scoop to keep inside. Wasn't that easy? Sure was! Enjoy your soap. Use 1 tablespoon per load.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I encourage everyone to try it since it's extremely inexpensive and takes minimal time/effort to make. Who knows, you might find that you really like it! (If you do&amp;nbsp;try it, be sure to&amp;nbsp; leave me a comment and let me know how you like it.) If you have any questions, just e-mail me or leave a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-2238749892760701094?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I think about my life, I have a long list of small dreams and a short list of big dreams. Of course the things that matter most are health and prosperity for myself and my family. But if you asked me what my ultimate dreams are, they would be these:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp;To get married: After my accident I felt like this dream was suddenly off the table and something I'd never be able to experience in this life. That was a devastating blow since being married has always been (and still is) my number one dream in life. I know the chance of a man falling in love with me&amp;nbsp;is much more slimnow that I'm paralyzed, but I'm not completely counting it out like I did right after my accident. The fact is, I'm really amazing and I know I could offer someone a life of joy. Granted, our life wouldn't be "normal" or traditional, but I know we would be happy. I've actually already picked out the man I want to marry, but now it's just a matter of getting HIM to fall in love with ME! (But that's a story for another day.)&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the St. Louis, Missouri Temple, and it's where I will get married if/when I ever get asked. And this is the kind of wedding ring I want. (No engagement ring needed – just a nice, sparkly diamond wedding band!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVUxkAdpe1Q/TxjQoknr-MI/AAAAAAAAETY/6z1P5tn58M8/s1600/Collages1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVUxkAdpe1Q/TxjQoknr-MI/AAAAAAAAETY/6z1P5tn58M8/s640/Collages1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. To have my dream house: Since my accident it's been my dream to have my own the handicapped accessible house. Don't get me wrong,&amp;nbsp;I'm very grateful to live in my mom's house where I have my own room, but I would LOVE a house of my own to share with my mom (and husband) where we both have our own space, but we still live in the same house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNbHTni50x4/TxjRRsw3YoI/AAAAAAAAETg/mKrRzeeIXkY/s1600/House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNbHTni50x4/TxjRRsw3YoI/AAAAAAAAETg/mKrRzeeIXkY/s400/House.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love, love, love built-in furniture. Although I love dark, cherry wood best, I think I would opt for white shelves, like the ones in the pictures below so that the dust wouldn't show quite as much. I just want a nice, bright house with high ceilings and white built-in furniture to give it a clean and open feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbEdGi_O7uI/TxjSQAIWgQI/AAAAAAAAETo/QpmDW_wADxg/s1600/Dream+Home1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbEdGi_O7uI/TxjSQAIWgQI/AAAAAAAAETo/QpmDW_wADxg/s640/Dream+Home1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxMocyRlB0/TxjSQeaFb5I/AAAAAAAAETw/pRuLMWQ6TR8/s1600/Dream+Home2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxMocyRlB0/TxjSQeaFb5I/AAAAAAAAETw/pRuLMWQ6TR8/s640/Dream+Home2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-berD6WtJzI0/TxjSQ9GfHwI/AAAAAAAAET4/OStXRRPNWuo/s1600/Dream+Home3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-berD6WtJzI0/TxjSQ9GfHwI/AAAAAAAAET4/OStXRRPNWuo/s640/Dream+Home3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdhobQLcxME/TxjSXryFE3I/AAAAAAAAEUA/WxQbcKKwb8w/s1600/Dream+Home5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdhobQLcxME/TxjSXryFE3I/AAAAAAAAEUA/WxQbcKKwb8w/s640/Dream+Home5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. This is a silly dream, but I'm determined to make it happen! I want to meet Anderson Cooper; or rather, have HIM come to meet ME since it would be &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; difficult for me to get to NYC! My desire's so strong that I even wrote AC a letter and submitted it on his talk show's website. If you know me at all, then you know that this is SO not my style since I'm shy and I don't like to draw attention to myself. However, I'm finding my desire to meet Anderson so strong that it's trumping all else and I'm deviating from my normally shy and withdrawn ways!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've thought a lot about the Titanic over the years, and I didn't think there'd ever be another catastrophe &amp;nbsp;that could even come close to rivaling "Titanic" proportions since technology has come such a long way in the past 100 years and things like that just don't seem to happen anymore. I guess this is just another reason why you should "never say never."&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not one for superstitions, but last Friday (Friday the 13th) was a doozy for the 4200 passengers aboard the Costa Concordia cruise ship. At 9:30 (just&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;2½&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hours after leaving the port of Civitavecchia) the Costa Concordia hit submerged rocks that tore through the hull as it sailed past the island of Giglio off the coast of Tuscany. As the ship took on water the captain tried to turn it towards the island's port, but the ship started to sink and list to the side. Apparently the Captain made an "unapproved and unauthorized" deviation in course, sailing too close to the island to show off the ship to locals. (At least this is what I've gathered from the reading I've done about online about the sinking of the Costa Concordia.)&lt;br /&gt;
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"Somehow"&amp;nbsp;Francesco Schettino, the Captain of the&amp;nbsp;Costa Concordia ended up safely in a lifeboat, instead of going down with his ship. Schettino said he had no intention of escaping. He said, "I was helping some passengers put the lifeboat to sea. At a certain point the mechanism for lowering it, blocked. We had to force it. Suddenly the system unblocked itself and I tripped and I found myself inside the lifeboat with a number of other passengers." I don't know about you, but something sure sounds fishy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately there's a transcript of the exchange that took place between the Coast Guard official and Schettino, and&amp;nbsp;he sure sounds like a real piece of work! The Coast Guard official repeatedly told Schettino to get back on the ship to oversee the rescue efforts, but Schettino kept making excuses. This was my favorite line, "Schettino, you may have saved yourself from the sea, but I'm going to make you pay, I'm going to make your life miserable. Get the (bleep) on board!" Schettino has since been arrested on charges of manslaughter. (Not to mention the half billion dollar cost of the cruise ship that he's culpable for!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately, most of the 4200 passengers survived the ordeal, but as of right now the death toll stands at 11 (with 24 people still missing, including a retired couple from Minnesota). All things considered, there could've been a much higher loss of life, so I'm glad that the majority of the passengers survived. Still, it's extremely sad for those 11 people (and the 24 missing passengers who are likely dead). &lt;br /&gt;
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A picture says 1000 words, so I'll illustrate this post with these pictures since they show just what a mess things were. They really put things into context, and it's amazing to see just how big a ship the Costa Concordia was.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;There's a line between trusting and gullible, and poor Snow crosses it when she bites into that Old Hag's poisoned apple. She's not the brightest of the Princesses, and her naivete hasn't aged well with time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;In the face of her step-mother and step-sisters' cruelty, she never once resists -- humbly accepting her lowly place in their lives until she's visited by her Fairy Godmother. If it weren't for Prince Charming's persistence, she'd still be wearing rags and scrubbing floors.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws:&lt;/b&gt; There's not much to Aurora. She's kindhearted and lovely and instantly falls in love with Philip, although at the time neither of them knows she's the hidden princess. And let's face it, she showed no restraint when it came to that spinning wheel!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws:&lt;/b&gt; She renders herself literally voiceless and abandons her home for a guy. That's not exactly a good message to send young girls. Of course, everything ends with a happily ever after, but she makes a rather unwise decision to barter with Ursula.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch1Ajs0oNXs/TxXUefJ5a9I/AAAAAAAAERE/oe5gj1HgyA0/s1600/Princess+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch1Ajs0oNXs/TxXUefJ5a9I/AAAAAAAAERE/oe5gj1HgyA0/s400/Princess+05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virtues: &lt;/b&gt;Belle is smart. The "peculiar girl" of her village, she loves books and prizes intelligence and character above popularity and good looks. She turns down a proposal from Gaston, her town's most desirable bachelor who's nonetheless a dim bulb, and winds up falling in love with the Beast despite his frightening appearance ... and the fact he's imprisoned her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;Her only major flaw is believing Gaston and the townsfolk would listen to her when she explains the Beast isn't a threat to them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0E-rKSoV5g/TxXSXx2ASJI/AAAAAAAAEQU/s9OCrYWGqPk/s1600/Princess+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0E-rKSoV5g/TxXSXx2ASJI/AAAAAAAAEQU/s9OCrYWGqPk/s400/Princess+10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virtues: &lt;/b&gt;Unhappy and bored with her sequestered life in the castle, Jasmine -- the Sultan's daughter -- longs for adventure and flees to visit the marketplace, where she stumbles upon Aladdin. She and Aladdin realize they have a lot in common, even though he's a "street rat" and she's a princess. Jasmine falls in love with Aladdin, even though he's a commoner.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;OK, so she's a bit of a diva, but in the context of this humble and sometimes docile lot, that's not a flaw at all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;We'd love to rank Pocahontas higher, but the movie is controversial and riddled with inaccuracies, so we suggest supplementing the movie with books about the Native American princess or waiting until the kids are old enough to see Terrence Malick's "The New World."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;It's a shame Mulan is one of the underrated princesses, because she rocks. Her only flaw is that she had to deceive those around her about who she really was to serve in the Imperial army.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws:&lt;/b&gt; She might be the only princess who waits a beat too long to admit that she's fallen in love. But again, it's fine with us, because she gets her man AND her dream restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Flaws: &lt;/b&gt;Having been imprisoned in a tree for her entire life, Rapunzel is understandably naïve, but that's not her fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-6373819028781943051?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pictures of Amy and the birthday boy, Brett, along with the sinfully delicious cake:&lt;br /&gt;
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After my accident I started watching lots of TV since my days were now free since I was no longer working or going college. One of my favorite shows to watch in the morning was (and still is) &lt;em&gt;Live with Regis and Kelly &lt;/em&gt;(now just &lt;em&gt;Live with Kelly, &lt;/em&gt;as&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Regis has since retired). When Regis would have a&amp;nbsp;day off, different celebrities or other TV personalities would fill in for the day as a guest cohost. Anderson filled in for Regis many times over the years, and I always loved it when he would cohost the show with Kelly. (They have a great chemistry and it was always so fun to watch them interact.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the years I've been getting progressively more and more interested in world news because I enjoy being well-informed and up on current events. I love getting my news from Anderson and I spend a lot of evenings watching Anderson's CNN show,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;AC 360°&lt;/em&gt;. If there's breaking news to be had, I want to get it from Anderson. He must have his own opinions about things since it's a natural thing for a person to have opinions, but you never know where Anderson stands on the issues because he's always so wonderfully unbiased and just reports the facts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anderson has many different sides to him. On one hand he's&amp;nbsp;the serious journalist that you see on the front lines covering wars and disasters for CNN&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Then there's his caring side where he shows his heart, compassion and empathy for others as he helps people tell their stories. I love it when he's interviewing someone and they're being unfair or less than truthful. Anderson's not afraid to ask tough questions and he doesn't back down. But what you might not guess about Anderson is that he's incredibly funny. Anderson almost always ends his serious &lt;em&gt;AC 360° &lt;/em&gt;with a segment called "the RidicuList" which pokes fun at something or someone that's made it into the news (usually for a funny or unflattering reason). Anderson's delivery of the RidicuList is always so well done and so hilarious that I just can't help but crack up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here are my two favorite RidicuLists&amp;nbsp;from the past few months. Take a look and see firsthand what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder what I have to do to get Anderson to come meet me?!! I don't have any desire to be on TV (although I do think I'm pretty interesting and would make a fascinating story), but if that's what I have to do to meet Anderson, then so be it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-3528360982269201624?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently saw this quote on 'Pinterest' and I loved it because it sums up to a T what I've been trying to do these past eight years since my accident. I've just never been eloquent enough to phrase it in such a wonderful, concise way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever been around someone that's a "downer?" If you have, then you know how emotionally exhausting it can be to be around someone that's constantly complaining about life. I definitely think a person's disposition can be contagious for better or worse and have an effect on the way others feel. That's why I always try to have a positive energy about me so that people don't come away from interacting with me a gloomy feeling. I want to have an effect on people, "the Heather effect," if you will, where I make people feel happy. (And if possible, maybe even just a little bit brighter than they were before we interacted.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-3309080250417281788?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The slideshow ended up being 27 minutes long and I could've easily made it longer, but I tried to keep it under 30 minutes. I come from a family of seven, and five my sisters are married with relatively large families of their own, so I had lots of material to work with. I'm not sure how many photos ended up making the cut into the slideshow, but there were a lot;&amp;nbsp;I'm guessing between 600 and 800. I had tons of pictures to work with and there's no way I could include even half of them since I wanted to keep&amp;nbsp;my slideshow under 30 minutes. The weeding out process was harder than you might think because I wanted to include ALL of the pictures since each one means so much to me!&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to upload my slideshow to YouTube because it's an easy way to share it with family and friends so that I wouldn't have to go to the hassle of burning the slideshow to a DVD and mailing it out. I split the slideshow into two parts to make uploading easier, and then I put each part on YouTube. (It took more than three hours to upload the entire thing!) Take a look if you like, and if you do, let me know what you think!&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/y2_kZI_n8YY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2_kZI_n8YY?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2_kZI_n8YY?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/DZFU5i7m4rA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZFU5i7m4rA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZFU5i7m4rA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that one day my nieces and nephews will look back on these slideshows with fondness and may even enjoy watching them with their own children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-6105991244169717366?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Other&amp;nbsp;notable celebrity baby name flops: &lt;br /&gt;
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Gwyneth Paltrow's kids, Apple and Moses&lt;br /&gt;
Nicolas Cage's son, Kal-el and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Duchovny's son, Kyd&lt;br /&gt;
Jessica Alba's daughters, Honor and Haven &lt;br /&gt;
Julia Roberts' twins, Phinnaeus and Hazel&lt;br /&gt;
Jason Lee's son, Pilot Inspektor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariah Carey's twins, Monroe and Moroccan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0hRPmalNKY/TwtM5P6SrMI/AAAAAAAAEM0/_y-nbGQ5zEA/s1600/Beyonc%25C3%25A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0hRPmalNKY/TwtM5P6SrMI/AAAAAAAAEM0/_y-nbGQ5zEA/s320/Beyonc%25C3%25A9.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm definitely a traditionalist when it comes to names. I like names that sound like actual "people" names, instead of names of colors, foods, places or objects. I'm always left scratching my head when I hear of someone that's had a baby and they've saddled them with a horribly bizarre name that's going to set them apart for the rest of their life. I can understand wanting something kind of unique so that there aren't five other kids in the same kindergarten class with the same first name, but I think some parents take&amp;nbsp;the name thing to&amp;nbsp;an extreme, especially when they combine&amp;nbsp;two relatively normal names to make one weird name, or they spoil a normal name with an odd spelling (where the child will constantly have to be spelling their name).&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so glad I had sensible parents who gave me a nice, normal name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036382249066802924-2601128678768505335?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really&amp;nbsp;loved the first Sherlock Holmes that came out two years ago, so I was excited to see the sequel. It didn't disappoint, and I think it was just as good as the first movie. Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law do an amazing job portraying Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. They seriously have a great on-screen chemistry! Sherlock Holmes was very well made and didn't disappoint, so I highly recommend it. &lt;b&gt;Heather's rating: 9.5/10 stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7l2jpRlEW0/Tws65L7PU0I/AAAAAAAAEMs/TTiEuSFcFlo/s1600/Sherlock+Holmes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7l2jpRlEW0/Tws65L7PU0I/AAAAAAAAEMs/TTiEuSFcFlo/s400/Sherlock+Holmes2.jpg" width="245px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KLPNszu2dg/Tws64gc5kfI/AAAAAAAAEMk/ulIaK61IDgM/s1600/Sherlock+Holmes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KLPNszu2dg/Tws64gc5kfI/AAAAAAAAEMk/ulIaK61IDgM/s400/Sherlock+Holmes1.jpg" width="243px" /&gt;&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/9036382249066802924-3712394387660024718?l=paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'd forgotten all about that cow jumper until early in December when my friend Kellie was telling me that her eight-year-old daughter wanted&amp;nbsp;a sewing machine for Christmas. I thought&amp;nbsp;my cow&amp;nbsp;jumper was long gone, but my mom said she still had it and promptly went upstairs to get it out of her dresser where she'd put it for safekeeping. (I asked her why she'd kept it and she said she just couldn't part with it.) It looked so tiny when I saw&amp;nbsp;it! I'm quite the sentimentalist, so I was thrilled to find out that it's still around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are pictures of the jumper. (It looks a lot smaller in person than it does in the pictures). It's missing a button, but except for that it's still in pretty good condition.&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting a cold is especially dangerous for me since I have an open airway (meaning, I have a trach, which is a direct opening to the airway/lungs) and I'm more susceptible to developing pneumonia, which is actually the leading cause of death for quadriplegics. But since I've been through this (getting a cold) a time&amp;nbsp;or two before I knew I needed to call my doctor and have her call in a prescription for me. She did and I started feeling better a few days after starting the antibiotics she prescribed. I didn't get as sick this time as they have in the past, but that's probably because I knew where things were headed so I "nipped things in the bud" by starting antibiotics sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;
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[Here's a funny and ironic story. I'd just been to my doctor on December 20 for a med check, and I told her that my sister and her kids (the ones that always make me sick) were coming for Christmas. I half jokingly told my doctor that I'd be calling her soon to get a prescription for an antibiotic, and sure enough exactly one week later I'd developed a chest cold, just as I predicted I would, and I asked my mom to call my doctor. Did I call that correctly or what?!]&lt;br /&gt;
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Until last summer it had been four long years since I'd seen Kristin and her family. Having Kristin's family live with my mom and me for five fun-filled months while Kristin's&amp;nbsp;husband searched for a job was wonderful. Now they live 30+ hours away, so who knows when we will see&amp;nbsp;each other again. (Airfare for Kristin's family of six would cost an arm and a leg, but somehow at the same I love Kristin and her family too much to subject them to six long days in the car that it would take them to drive to Missouri and then back home again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know Kristin and her family only lived with us for five months, but I was immediately hooked and was devastated when they left. Needless to say, they are never far from my mind and I miss them all so much!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kristin definitely knows how to make the holidays&amp;nbsp;fun for her family and I love hearing about their traditions and the way Kristin goes above and beyond to make sure her boys will have fond memories when they are grown.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some pictures&amp;nbsp;from the Hawkinses Christmas. First are pictures of the gingerbread boy and girl ornaments that Kristin made for her boys. (I told you she's crafty!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I love this version of the song, so take a listen while you read this post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/DjVutGhHE4s/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjVutGhHE4s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjVutGhHE4s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To be perfectly honest, I don't know the lyrics to &lt;em&gt;Auld Lang Syne,&lt;/em&gt; and I have a hard time even remembering what the words "Auld Lang Syne" mean. Fortunately, my trusty friend "Google" can always shed a little light on obscure subjects such as this. Auld Lang Syne has many translations – "old long since," "long long ago," "time gone by" "old times, etc." I think my favorite translation, though, is "days gone by." I'm not sure why I prefer that translation over the others since they all mean the same thing, but I just like the way it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few of my thoughts about the days that've gone by in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying hospital-free is always my number one goal, and at the risk of jinxing myself, I'm happy to report that I made it all year without being hospitalized or having any major health problems. (Actually, it's been almost 2 years since I was last in the hospital.) May the trend continue for 2012!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I continue to blog and I wrote 257 posts in 2011. I enjoy writing about a wide variety of topics: what my family and I are up to, current events, my thoughts about living a nontraditional life, how I cope with trials, how I manage to stay positive when it would be easy to get discouraged, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I saw lots of movies this past year – 23 to be exact, thanks to many double features and even two triple features. (When some people hear about me spending hours at the movies just in one day they wonder how I do it hour after hour, but I just love, love, love movies so much, so it was lots of fun!) I was fully intending on seeing more movies this year since there were many movies I wanted to see that I didn't get around to, but when life gets busy there's unfortunately not always a convenient time to head off to the movies.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I read 44 books this past year. Actually, let me clarify – I &lt;i&gt;listened&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; to 44 books. I listened to 26 audio books and my mom read 18 books to me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family News:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My younger sister Chandra got engaged this past January.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My Aunt Cathie passed away on February 17, and my paternal grandmother passed away just over a month later on March 21. Cathie's death was unexpected as one day she was fine and the next day she was gone, but my grandmother's death was not at all unexpected since she'd been&amp;nbsp;in poor health for many years.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Two of my sisters had babies back-to-back in December of 2011. My younger sister Laura had a baby boy (David Alexander) on December 21, and my oldest sister Miriam had a baby girl (Victoria Marie) on December 22. This brings my niece/nephew count to 18 (11 nieces and eight nephews). I'm looking forward to spring of 2012 when I will have another niece and nephew!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;World News:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was shot in the head on January 8. Six other people were killed.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"The Royal Wedding" Prince William married Kate Middleton on April 29. My mom and I actually got up at 5 AM to watch the wedding. (It was fun and something I'm sure we'll remember for years to come.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Osama Bin Laden was found and killed on May 1. This was a huge deal since the search for Bin Laden had been on for years.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Major unrest in the Middle East in places like Egypt and Libya. Lots of political unrest, protesting and rioting.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weather News:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were so many bad natural disasters in 2011. I know these weren't the only disasters this year, but they are the ones that I recorded in my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2011 was the sixth snowiest winter on record for St. Louis, Missouri, with 36.8 inches of snow. (This isn't a lot for some areas of the country/world, but it was a lot for St. Louis.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;6.3 magnitude earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand, on February 22&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan on March 11 which resulted in hundreds of aftershocks, many of them high magnitude aftershocks, as well as devastating tsunamis. This earthquake was the fifth most powerful on record since 1900.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;EF-5 tornado in Joplin, Missouri, on May 22. This was one of the deadliest tornados in the past 100 years as nearly 160 people killed.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;5.8 magnitude earthquake in Virginia on August 23. Four days later Hurricane Irene hit the East Coast. (This was just two days before the sixth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;7.1 magnitude earthquake in Fox Islands, Alaska on September 2&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;7.2 magnitude earthquake in Turkey on October 23&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish everyone a safe, productive and happy 2012!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My niece Elizabeth turned 11 last Tuesday. It's nice that her birthday is just two days after Christmas because that means we usually get to celebrate her birthday together since our families usually spend the Christmas holiday together. It sure has been fun to watch Elizabeth grow up over the years; she's becoming quite the young lady! We were all suffering from colds, so the birthday celebration was a little subdued this year, but we still had a really fun day hanging out. I think living far away from each other really makes us appreciate the time that we are able to spend with each other. (Especially on special occasions like holidays and birthdays.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Elizabeth's birthday cake request was for a "blue velvet" cake. I'm not sure why she wanted blue, but we made it happen by making a traditional red velvet cake and we substituted blue food coloring for red. It tasted just like red velvet and if you closed your eyes you wouldn't have even known the difference. (Until you opened your eyes and saw everyone's blue tongues!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Christmas morning my mom and my younger sister Chandra had to snap around so that I could be up in my wheelchair early since we had a house full of young kids who were eager to open their presents to see what Santa had brought. Even though my mom and sister are quite efficient at my morning routine, it still takes quite a bit of time to get me ready for the day since I can't just&amp;nbsp;hop out of bed and quickly get dressed like a normal person can. All in all, I think we made good time as I was dressed and up in my wheelchair with my hair and makeup done by 8 AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[The girls patiently waiting waiting for me to get ready for the day and&amp;nbsp; a picture of me in my new sequined Christmas sweater. I would've loved a beautiful bright red or pink one, but it only came in the white/gray color.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-habM4bWw5DU/Tv9XZAHQKYI/AAAAAAAADyw/5NPzTP6dUok/s1600/20111225_194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-habM4bWw5DU/Tv9XZAHQKYI/AAAAAAAADyw/5NPzTP6dUok/s640/20111225_194.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGKyg2Je2-w/Tv9XegbqmOI/AAAAAAAADy4/kLraWIQVjDU/s1600/20111225_199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGKyg2Je2-w/Tv9XegbqmOI/AAAAAAAADy4/kLraWIQVjDU/s640/20111225_199.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;After I was up, I went out into the other room and the kids opened their stockings while we waited for breakfast to come out of the oven. When I was growing up we would always have some sort of sweet rolls for Christmas breakfast (like cinnamon rolls) with grapefruit on the side. This year we had orange rolls and caramel pecan rolls made by my sister Sharon. They were &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; good, especially the caramel pecan ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJgBcugYAVQ/Tv9WsMV3g7I/AAAAAAAADyc/lQGQsXZe6BA/s1600/20111225_200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJgBcugYAVQ/Tv9WsMV3g7I/AAAAAAAADyc/lQGQsXZe6BA/s640/20111225_200.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7e4aUSIzBw/Tv9WzU1QAqI/AAAAAAAADyk/x31L3iHbcBg/s1600/20111225_204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7e4aUSIzBw/Tv9WzU1QAqI/AAAAAAAADyk/x31L3iHbcBg/s640/20111225_204.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After we ate breakfast we gathered in the living room and started opening our presents. We got through about half of them&amp;nbsp;before we took a break to go to church. [When I was a little kid I always thought it was disappointing when Christmas fell on a Sunday since that meant we had to go to church on Christmas morning. Like most kids, I just wanted to open my presents and play with my new toys and I didn't want to have to bother with going to church. As horrible and ungrateful as it makes me sound to admit this, even though I'm an adult, I still kind of get a little disappointed when Christmas falls on a Sunday. However, I realize that even though going to church on Christmas morning might inconveniently interrupt the unwrapping of Christmas presents, going to church and worshiping the Lord is absolutely&amp;nbsp;the most important way I can celebrate Christmas.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7ByNWG1SlA/Tv9tOrsMvrI/AAAAAAAAD-k/CnVJQMJLJJ0/s1600/20111225_245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7ByNWG1SlA/Tv9tOrsMvrI/AAAAAAAAD-k/CnVJQMJLJJ0/s640/20111225_245.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tl7hk33TGvM/Tv9oeeMZqGI/AAAAAAAAD9g/-vu42Loedrg/s1600/20111225_229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tl7hk33TGvM/Tv9oeeMZqGI/AAAAAAAAD9g/-vu42Loedrg/s640/20111225_229.JPG" width="406px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PrDgpDPOqjw/Tv9omrwWNwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/wOgY78dp1ds/s1600/20111225_241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PrDgpDPOqjw/Tv9omrwWNwI/AAAAAAAAD9w/wOgY78dp1ds/s640/20111225_241.JPG" width="418px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEwkEDsvL4s/Tv9oo_koJeI/AAAAAAAAD94/TXDZVbBXrgU/s1600/20111225_239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JEwkEDsvL4s/Tv9oo_koJeI/AAAAAAAAD94/TXDZVbBXrgU/s640/20111225_239.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr-xF4WK_Nw/Tv9oq4Rf5AI/AAAAAAAAD-A/eGuo1s79RL8/s1600/20111225_255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr-xF4WK_Nw/Tv9oq4Rf5AI/AAAAAAAAD-A/eGuo1s79RL8/s640/20111225_255.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1uoz95D2vw/Tv9ouOEtLXI/AAAAAAAAD-I/xru1bUPIO6M/s1600/20111225_274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1uoz95D2vw/Tv9ouOEtLXI/AAAAAAAAD-I/xru1bUPIO6M/s640/20111225_274.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elizabeth, Kate and Sarah got American Girl Doll "bitty babies." I loved watching the girls' reactions as they opened their gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Et2UX269TTs/Tv9uIF-xLzI/AAAAAAAAD-w/-WGPfybAJNI/s1600/20111225_267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Et2UX269TTs/Tv9uIF-xLzI/AAAAAAAAD-w/-WGPfybAJNI/s640/20111225_267.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFxUSAAogN0/Tv9uMxQ84kI/AAAAAAAAD-4/yuLmqbZBypc/s1600/20111225_268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFxUSAAogN0/Tv9uMxQ84kI/AAAAAAAAD-4/yuLmqbZBypc/s640/20111225_268.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUys30hRZuA/Tv9uPKqGkII/AAAAAAAAD_A/FTqs-EZycQE/s1600/20111225_314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUys30hRZuA/Tv9uPKqGkII/AAAAAAAAD_A/FTqs-EZycQE/s640/20111225_314.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Cqh8dQErcs/Tv9uRQ8SZmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Fu1UEtcPyeI/s1600/20111225_316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Cqh8dQErcs/Tv9uRQ8SZmI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Fu1UEtcPyeI/s640/20111225_316.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Cf3W8cqN_s/Tv9uTmO1yHI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/56ghibE3mjg/s1600/20111225_270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Cf3W8cqN_s/Tv9uTmO1yHI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/56ghibE3mjg/s640/20111225_270.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-qiBaj5e_0/Tv9uVd2cbOI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Tk5RdYTcNBA/s1600/20111225_335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-qiBaj5e_0/Tv9uVd2cbOI/AAAAAAAAD_c/Tk5RdYTcNBA/s640/20111225_335.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rachel got a Calico Critters bunny family and a house for them, as well as an umbrella – which is just what she wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was loud, just like Matt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2AEhMLoOEw/Tv9xYbi7UkI/AAAAAAAAEBw/DYQ8D-0r4Iw/s1600/20111225_369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2AEhMLoOEw/Tv9xYbi7UkI/AAAAAAAAEBw/DYQ8D-0r4Iw/s640/20111225_369.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAL67oBhQIs/Tv9xVS_Wt7I/AAAAAAAAEBo/5X6X4_LiF0U/s1600/20111225_367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAL67oBhQIs/Tv9xVS_Wt7I/AAAAAAAAEBo/5X6X4_LiF0U/s640/20111225_367.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was glad Laura and her family could spend Christmas with us. As Christmas approached, I was starting to get worried that Laura might be in the hospital having her baby (or recovering from having her baby), but David cooperated and arrived just in time for Christmas! It was so much fun watching Amy open her presents!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlYnZVnmMWA/Tv9wzD81yvI/AAAAAAAAEAs/74s3h6ir_bc/s1600/20111225_280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlYnZVnmMWA/Tv9wzD81yvI/AAAAAAAAEAs/74s3h6ir_bc/s640/20111225_280.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C62qQqOcYPw/Tv9w3mbneXI/AAAAAAAAEA0/hk51u9gTkDo/s1600/20111225_344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C62qQqOcYPw/Tv9w3mbneXI/AAAAAAAAEA0/hk51u9gTkDo/s640/20111225_344.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJfE1TJ6roA/Tv9w9uQuTOI/AAAAAAAAEBE/ail9jSAhPVI/s1600/20111225_371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJfE1TJ6roA/Tv9w9uQuTOI/AAAAAAAAEBE/ail9jSAhPVI/s640/20111225_371.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zBGLhF-5-A/Tv9xAJcIboI/AAAAAAAAEBM/Gr6-SvsTQEI/s1600/20111225_376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zBGLhF-5-A/Tv9xAJcIboI/AAAAAAAAEBM/Gr6-SvsTQEI/s640/20111225_376.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6dO08hE8uw/Tv9xCYsZLuI/AAAAAAAAEBU/xFk93o07208/s1600/20111225_377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6dO08hE8uw/Tv9xCYsZLuI/AAAAAAAAEBU/xFk93o07208/s640/20111225_377.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGuAilBLp_8/Tv9w6N0LeYI/AAAAAAAAEA8/3cRKJMIzaWY/s1600/20111225_361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGuAilBLp_8/Tv9w6N0LeYI/AAAAAAAAEA8/3cRKJMIzaWY/s640/20111225_361.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7b46Zy4rn0s/Tv9xc1K6VfI/AAAAAAAAECA/5fkIZZU0QYs/s1600/20111225_347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7b46Zy4rn0s/Tv9xc1K6VfI/AAAAAAAAECA/5fkIZZU0QYs/s640/20111225_347.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laura and her own four day old "bitty baby."&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was growing up we always went out the day after Thanksgiving and cut down a real Christmas tree, but now that my dad's gone and all of my sisters are out of the house (except my youngest sister) we don't do a real Christmas tree anymore. My mom has several fiber optic Christmas trees, but the biggest one is only 4 feet tall. Personally, I think every house needs to have a big Christmas tree or it just doesn't feel Christmas-y enough! So when I saw that Target was selling their Christmas trees for 50% off the week before Christmas I decided to take advantage of the situation and get on. I got a really good deal and I think it looks pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my last post I wrote about my sister Laura and how she had a baby last Wednesday. She's been tired as she recoverers from childbirth, but it's been nice to have her family over at the house more the past few days for Christmas so that we can spend time with baby David. I love newborn babies since they sleep a lot and I can hold them on my lap and snuggle. This phase doesn't last long, though, and I know in just a few weeks David will be more awake and alert and too wiggly to sit with me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;On Wednesday Laura called my mom mid-morning and said that she was having lots of contractions and labor was progressing nicely and that it was time&amp;nbsp;for us to head to the hospital. We dropped everything and headed up to the hospital and arrived around 12:30 PM. My mom and I hung out in the delivery room with Laura and her husband Brett all afternoon and Laura finally delivered her baby at 5:28 PM.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was my &lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia','serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;17&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time becoming an aunt, as I already have 16 nieces/nephews, however this was the first time that I was actually able to not only be at the hospital, but to also be in the delivery room. What a special experience it was to be there with my sister! She was&amp;nbsp;indeed a champ as she labored hour after hour. I'm so proud of her, especially considering the fact that she had her baby naturally. Most women opt for some sort of medical intervention these days to help manage the pain that labor and delivery inevitably brings, but not Laura. She wanted to try going all natural, and she succeeded! I have to admit as happy as I was to be in the delivery room, it was hard for me to hear Laura crying out in pain. I know she was in excruciating pain and I don't like to see anyone in pain, especially someone I love.&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; text-align: justify;"&gt;After what seemed like an incredibly long time, David Alexander was finally born at 5:28 PM. He weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs. 3 oz. and had a full head of dark hair, just like his older sister Amy had when she was born! Although my mom and I left the house in a rush, I remembered to have&amp;nbsp;her grab my camera on the way out the door. My mom got some great shots of the delivery!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here I am providing Laura with some support/encouragement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ag1l-GhjkY/TvPonsvXO5I/AAAAAAAADls/1tW_tFQ2Fy4/s1600/20111221_13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ag1l-GhjkY/TvPonsvXO5I/AAAAAAAADls/1tW_tFQ2Fy4/s640/20111221_13.JPG" width="640px" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mWqGC8AKOc/TvPoqnqLu9I/AAAAAAAADl0/KJtwc6bplKw/s1600/20111221_16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mWqGC8AKOc/TvPoqnqLu9I/AAAAAAAADl0/KJtwc6bplKw/s640/20111221_16.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Laura's facial expression in this next picture. They say a picture says 1000 words, and I certainly think that's true in this picture! The next picture shows the time that David was born… 5:28 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-172Db1TjoCE/TvPrZrv-q5I/AAAAAAAADmQ/RC0NvgIZAlM/s1600/20111221_18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-172Db1TjoCE/TvPrZrv-q5I/AAAAAAAADmQ/RC0NvgIZAlM/s640/20111221_18.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIPT3INBCH0/TvPrer9VUkI/AAAAAAAADmY/sGAqv1NNLtA/s1600/20111221_19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIPT3INBCH0/TvPrer9VUkI/AAAAAAAADmY/sGAqv1NNLtA/s640/20111221_19.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;This Is Laura's OB/GYN, Dr. Whalen, and Laura's labor and delivery nurse, Keri They were a wonderful team! Dr. Whalen was so relaxed and experienced, as well as Keri who did a great job coaching/encouraging Laura as she labored for hours with NO epidural or pain meds of any kind. Laura wanted to try having her baby naturally, and she was a "real trooper" as my dad would've said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKDpWtfYlaA/TvPtpa9_IXI/AAAAAAAADmo/YHNMal38MPU/s1600/20111221_26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKDpWtfYlaA/TvPtpa9_IXI/AAAAAAAADmo/YHNMal38MPU/s640/20111221_26.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cyWJG0ikWY/TvPtr_at1JI/AAAAAAAADmw/HrojpJO0NQA/s1600/20111221_27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cyWJG0ikWY/TvPtr_at1JI/AAAAAAAADmw/HrojpJO0NQA/s640/20111221_27.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Whalen predicted that Laura's baby would be somewhere in the 7 pound range, but he was a little off as David weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs. 3 oz.! (This makes Laura's natural childbirth seem like even more of accomplishment!)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAxygqOZntI/TvPuwx3NlDI/AAAAAAAADnE/r1gnRFszDoU/s1600/20111221_37.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAxygqOZntI/TvPuwx3NlDI/AAAAAAAADnE/r1gnRFszDoU/s640/20111221_37.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj46qRfN27E/TvPusrKUJKI/AAAAAAAADm8/h_i3EY2JvpU/s1600/20111221_32.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj46qRfN27E/TvPusrKUJKI/AAAAAAAADm8/h_i3EY2JvpU/s640/20111221_32.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Proud parents, proud Grammy holding her newest grandson, and then a few shots of me with my newest nephew!&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;/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/-9nz2CB4SROA/TvPwxRdzqSI/AAAAAAAADnY/axOpH-nfELE/s1600/20111221_38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nz2CB4SROA/TvPwxRdzqSI/AAAAAAAADnY/axOpH-nfELE/s640/20111221_38.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMe2BQIHPcA/TvPwuXOFkbI/AAAAAAAADnQ/EolzZCfBRbM/s1600/20111221_33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMe2BQIHPcA/TvPwuXOFkbI/AAAAAAAADnQ/EolzZCfBRbM/s640/20111221_33.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMBXb1DoFbY/TvPyqnAUi5I/AAAAAAAADog/C55kANhhTZE/s1600/20111221_42.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMBXb1DoFbY/TvPyqnAUi5I/AAAAAAAADog/C55kANhhTZE/s640/20111221_42.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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