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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSHY5fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664722154040995442</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:19:29.826-07:00</updated><title>PROJECT: Motherhood</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://julyinwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://julyinwonderland.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664722154040995442/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>JulyG319</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJAruswkgHY/TNrEjT4gxaI/AAAAAAAABBA/8Iyh1VYqhjM/S220/DSC01150.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ProjectMotherhood" /><feedburner:info uri="projectmotherhood" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFSHs6fyp7ImA9WhdTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664722154040995442.post-6681477959996633603</id><published>2011-07-06T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:41:59.517-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T21:41:59.517-06:00</app:edited><title>Genetics.....a blessing or a curse???</title><content type="html">Okay so I can't really complain about my genetics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I am 5'9" tall which I'm told most women would like to be, even though I've found it to be a kind of hindrance in my life sometimes.  I also have been told I look younger than I really am, which I thank my youthful looking mother for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I do have my real father's temper, which I'm not so grateful for.  I grew up with that.  I don't want my kids to grow up with it too.  So I'm taking measures to make sure that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the genetics that we don't learn about in 8th grade science.  Like the genes that can make it a whole lot easier for you to get cancer or other ailments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about this oh-so-happy topic?  Well my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer back in February and now it looks like I'm about to find out if that same fate could await me.  On August 2nd I have to go in for genetic testing and if it's found I have the BRCA I &amp; II gene then I'll be more than likely going in for a double mastectomy.  I know, you are probably thinking "Isn't that a bit radical and extreme?"  But insurance companies prefer to pay for that and a reconstruction than cancer treatment down the line.  And if it means avoiding cancer, never having to have a mammogram and having perky girls again, then where's the downside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are my DSH's genes.  His mom had a problem with a too-short Achilles tendon and DSH had the same problem.  And his dad was just diagnosed with prostate cancer, which DSH's dad's dad died from back in the late 70's.  So now DSH has to be proactive about his prostate health as well.  And we can't forget that my mother-in-law has diabetes, which her father had as well, so now that's another thing we have to be on the lookout for with DSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that we have had happen health-wise with our families it makes me worry about what we've passed on to our children.  But then again if we sit and worry about that all day long then people would stop having children and the human race would die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess for as much as genetics is a crap shoot we just have to put a blind eye to what 'may' happen and roll the dice anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664722154040995442-6681477959996633603?l=julyinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But some days I fail miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it human to be like that?  Kind of? (note: my head is tilted to the side with a puzzled look on my face with that last question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, what am I grateful for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my family I grew up with for one, especially my mom and sister and even more especially (is that correct grammar?)that my mom is right there for my sister during her time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my family that my DSH and I made, they may frustrate the snot out of me most days (DSH included) but dang I couldn't love them more if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't forget my extended family that my DSH gave me when we married.  I honestly got lucky with that one.  From the horror stories I've heard of in-laws, I'm so very very very lucky for these sweet people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, it's not perfect but keeps us nice and dry and when it's clean it doesn't look too too bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job, even if I make stupid mistakes that I beat myself up over and spend all night trying to figure out how to make it right the next day.  I love it and the people I work with.  Honestly it is the perfect job for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car.  My beloved BB, aka Beautiful Behemoth.  She's big but she makes it so driving places doesn't result in WWIII between my kiddos.  And she's not a minivan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what I'm not so grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad habits, like being too lazy to keep up on the housework.  I'd say that it was a side effect of having a job, but I was kind of like that before hand, so it wouldn't be a valid excuse. *blushing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are rude and/or mean.  I mean I cannot stand it when people hang up on you without saying goodbye!  Since when did saying "goodbye" become a passe thing to do???  Do we need to revisit manners class people????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokers who throw their cigarette butts out the window.  The world's not your ashtray people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay enough of what I'm not grateful for.  But I guess the point I'm trying to make is no matter how hard you try to find things to be grateful for it's so easy to find things to not be grateful for.  I keep trying to look at the positive side of things, but what positive side is there to someone throwing their cigarette butt out their car window as they are driving???  I can't find one, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know, I get snarky, so I'll stop.  *sigh*  So with that I'll insert my one of my favorite Monty Python scenes which happens to go so nicely with this post.....Take it away boys.......www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlBiLNN1NhQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664722154040995442-3567282771744449075?l=julyinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is there anything better than a nicely lit, beautifully scented Christmas tree at night when it's dark out and the children are all snuggled in bed, silenced by their slumber that, while it may have taken it's sweet time getting here, has finally arrived??? I think not! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up we always had to have a fake tree as our dog Koko would try to eat the ornaments off of a real tree thinking they tasted as good as the tree smelled. The year after he passed away we finally got a real tree and it was a bittersweet experience, because although we all loved the smell of the tree we knew we had it because the dog was no longer with us. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward several years to 2005 when my in-laws gave us their fake tree as they had moved and no longer had the vaulted ceilings that the humongous tree needed to stand up. We used that tree for three years and then realized we had accumulated too much furniture in our tiny living room to use the tree anymore. See it was almost as wide as it was tall.  Here's a picture that shows how big it was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJAruswkgHY/TPkd6jz8olI/AAAAAAAABB4/RgsihSLuP3E/s1600/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJAruswkgHY/TPkd6jz8olI/AAAAAAAABB4/RgsihSLuP3E/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546497307966218834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....it takes up HALF of the room, which is hard to see here, so you'll have to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year we purchased a real tree that was tall but not so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I do miss the grand stateliness of that huge fake tree, I so do not miss putting it up. I was usually the only one to do it and every single time I would end up with little red dots all over my arms where the tree touched my skin. It didn't really itch so much as it hurt. So when we decided to get a real tree I was not all that disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to why today hopefully my true love will give me a tree......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday the kids had the day off from school and Dear Sweet Hubby was only to work a half day. So we thought we'd go get a $10 permit to cut down our own tree in the forest nearby. However that morning I read that they weren't going to start selling permits until tomorrow the 4th. Unfortunately DSH has to work all weekend and while he has Monday off again the kids will be in school and they don't get out until almost 4 so that wouldn't leave much daylight to get our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we discussed going to go ol'Wally World to get our tree the true American Way. You know buying it from a mass merchandising company that already gets way too much of our hard earned dollars....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please keep your fingers crossed that the man can get off early enough to do this as poor Peaches is really really really counting on us getting our tree this afternoon. I'm not sure why she's so set on getting it today but she's already a pre-teen hormonal crying mess these days we don't need something else upsetting her. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664722154040995442-1055749412658803646?l=julyinwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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