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My life is complete.  Now to keep it all running smoothly.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cpittaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cpittaz.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218166/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Catherine Pittman</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108830380470613607777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XQTbFFkIqzQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sfejBfkbcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</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/SecondChancesMeanMoreHope" /><feedburner:info uri="secondchancesmeanmorehope" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AARXYyeip7ImA9WhRWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218166.post-5299655690206876757</id><published>2011-12-28T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:22:24.892-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T17:22:24.892-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insulin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5/25/11" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="juvenile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diabetes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarah" /><title>Can never forget...The first time I gave my 2 year old a shot</title><content type="html">I will never forget...  It's only been 7 months. I remember the day as if it was yesterday.  I remember the nurse, his name was Chris coming into the room and telling me her Sugar was @ 287 and we needed to "correct" her.  I still hate that term..it's like there's something wrong with my daughter.  I was holding my daughter in my arms while I slept.  Her tiny body hooked up to an IV and the nurse walked me through figuring out the right dose.  He handed me the insulin syringe and told me that I need to just pinch up her skin on her leg and push it in like a dart.  I started crying.  Chris sat down next to me, my husband was asleep in the couch/bed next to us not knowing the pain I was going through.  As Chris guided me through giving my daughter the first shot of hundreds I have had to give her I cried.  I am crying now thinking of it.  How her body tensed up even in her sleep, not knowing what her mommy was doing.  Hours later as she went low at 4am.  I tried to rouse her to drink the 15carbs worth of juice and I cried again as she asked me to let her please sleep.  Luckily she was able to drink in her sleep.  And as I held her that night and the 2 nights after that we stayed in the hospital. All I could do is pray.  Pray that my baby would one day see a cure.  Now 9 months later.  I'm praying for a pump, knowing that a cure may possibly ...maybe come in her lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-5299655690206876757?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My two oldest kiddos Jeffery 14 and Ashley 13 had parent teacher conferences today.  Ashley did splendid and got all A's and a C in math. (WOOT WOOT Go Baby!!) and Jeffery did ok.  He did get an F and a D, he know's the consequences of those grades however. I just hope the kiddos realize high school starts next year and if they keep messing around, they will be in a world of hurt. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm trying to find a beautiful piece of Jewelry for Sarah.  I hate the huge charm she has to wear right now because it was cheap and quickly delivered.  I hope somewhere someone has a beautiful piece of jewelry suitable for a 2 year old.  Who ever thought..Hey I want to buy my 2 year old a piece of medical alert Jewelry.  I want to buy a pair of low cost diamond earrings or sapphires...not a medic alert necklace (she won't wear a bracelet)  Ideally I would love to buy her a cross necklace that doubles as a medical alert necklace as she loves my cross necklace that I have been wearing.  Now to get back to searching for the right thing for our Princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-8975249454293412945?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is Type 1 Diabetes?&lt;br /&gt;
 Type 1 diabetes occurs when the body's immune system attacks and destroys cells in the pancreas. Beta cells normally produce insulin, a hormone that helps the body move the glucose contained in food into cells throughout the body, which use it for energy. But when the beta cells are destroyed, no insulin can be produced, and the glucose stays in the blood instead, where it can cause serious damage to all the organ systems of the body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Frequently Asked Questions about Type 1 Diabetes&lt;br /&gt;
Can children with Type 1 Diabetes grow out of the disease?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope... not unless a cure is found&lt;br /&gt;
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What’s the difference between type 1 and type 2 diabetes? &lt;br /&gt;
Type 1 is an autoimmune disorder in which a person’s pancreas stops producing insulin. There is no cure for type 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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Type 2 is a metabolic disorder in which a person’s body produces insulin, but is unable to use it effectively. Often times it can be controlled through diet and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;
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What causes type 1 diabetes?&lt;br /&gt;
The causes are not entirely understood, but scientists believe both genetic factors and environmental triggers are involved.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are the warning signs of type 1 diabetes?&lt;br /&gt;
•Extreme thirst&lt;br /&gt;
•Frequent urination&lt;br /&gt;
•Sudden weight loss for no reason&lt;br /&gt;
•Increased appetite&lt;br /&gt;
•Changes in vision &lt;br /&gt;
•Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;
•Sweet odor on breath &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-4637915173752847450?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sarahis so good about the medications and pokes and sticks.  We don't test her in the middle of the night yet however we are going to be possibly doing that since we find her to be so high lately. &lt;br /&gt;
If we don't continue to watch her very closely who know's what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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Our two oldest kids continue to learn however the hubby and I have not had much of a chance lately to go out just us.  I kind of miss it but at the same time I would be willing to give up date nights to make sure my baby girl is healthy. I'm pretty lucky that my twin sister is willing to learn to help so she will be taking a class on diabetes and how to administer her medication and everything. This is doubly important with my husbands health since we never know if he will ever need to go into the hospital.  We don't want to have to just leave him alone in there because I have to take care of the baby. And if he's in the hospital I can't work unless she is able to help take care of Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying not to let diabetes take over our life however, in a way...we have no choice.  Our lives are caught up in test strips, carbohydrates, exercise, and testing as well as shots...and it sucks. But Sarah is our miracle...The one I was told I should never ever be able to have because I wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;
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But then my son told on his sister, There were boys and girls both, segregated for bedtime however my daughter decided to act like the adult she is not..as she is only 13 and yet in a 17 year old girls body.  She had her first kiss...and her second...and her third...all the while supposedly under the watchful supervision of the Pastor of our church and the youth pastor and one other member of our church.  The kids were given free time and they utilized that free time in ways I wish were not allowed.  I'm saddened that my daughter did not use the talks we had a million times and the knowledge she has about what is right and wrong and instead decided to indulge in behavior way beyond her years. But at the same time I struggle to decide what I should do about this.  I have an email written to the boys' mom (the boys are a set of Triplets that are 16 years old!)but I hesitate to send it.  The boys should know better. Just as my daughter does.  One of the boys was told by the female teacher how inappropriate it was for a 16 year old boy to be a boyfriend of a 13 year old girl.  I'm glad she intervened when she knew something was up.  But I still sit here anxious and sad.  If I am not supposed to keep them home and never let them out of my sight...how am I supposed to keep them safe when they won't even heed the warnings we have tried and tried to instill in them.  This is definately going to prompt a lot more "talks" about right and wrong. And a whole lot more praying on my part that my children do what God has written and keep pure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-1873502232659463074?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally I could deal with it no longer. She had been in and out of the doctors office for the diaper rash as it was horrible, and each time he would say to use the cream and it would get a little better, until we stopped the cream and then it got bad again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I put all the symptoms together..hit up Google and found what I wish was better news.  The first website I came across said it was likely to be diabetes. Finally I went into her pediatrician requesting to be tested for diabetes.  He gave me "the look"  you know the look.  The one that tells you that you've spent a little too much time googling and to please let the doctor do what he knows.  Yeah well they call it practicing for a reason!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally we got out diagnosis...and instantly we were shoved into the hands of the capable staff at Phoenix Childrens Hospital.  This hospital is truly a gift.  The nurses were all incredably caring. Showing us how to give our baby girl the best chance at growing up normal all the while still caring for her.  Sarah was loved by each person she was cared for by.  My two teenagers were invited to play and have fun with Sarah and it was overall a great stay. Although we struggled with numbers for a little while it's getting better. &lt;br /&gt;
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We have now been out of the hospital for a week and a half,  Sarah is now willing to give you the finger she wants you to poke to check her sugars.  She is thriving.  One night around 9:30pm I was trying to wind her down for bedtime when she was not having it. She was jumping all around, laughing and playing and being a crazy 2 year old.  I thought..Oh no..her sugar must be off. I tested her blood and she was perfect.  Then I had to think for a minute...oh wait..this is what a NORMAL 2 year old with good blood sugars should be like.  &lt;br /&gt;
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We are adjusting to a new normal.  Instead of a 2 second check to make sure we have diapers and wipes and a cup in a bag for a trip to the store or the mall, we now have to pack snacks and water and a blood monitor.  Don't forget the insulin and emergency sugar(for her a juice box).  Make sure we have enough alchol wipes and cotton balls, Syringes and bandaids.  The actual prep to just leave the house now takes 15 minutes.  Luckily my teenagers are the greatest.  They know all the things she can have and help to pack her up every time we leave.  I honestly think my husband and I are going to truly miss the teenagers when they go back to school in the fall.  I don't know how single parents do this type of thing without the help and support of a true family. &lt;br /&gt;
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In all the diagnosis hasn't changed anything...well except our budget, holy cow are diabetic supplies expensive as heck! We are still going on vacation next month although we are probably going to end up paying for additional bags now with all the stuff she will need.  But I have my baby back.  My hyper, mommy loving, playing little rug rat.  She's loving her daddy and running and jumping and asking to go swimming and to the park.  What more could a mom as for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-3602742403588025544?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I cried for almost an hour afterwards.  My family has been touched by suicide twice in the last five years.  And I sometimes wish I knew how I could of stopped it. It's not possible...  there will always be those that do it without any notice.  Lord how I wish it was possible to spot things easier.&lt;br /&gt;The song is my Matt Kennon ( http://www.mattkennon.com ) &lt;br /&gt;There have been so many times I have picked up a phone and called people becuase I relize that it's been too long since I have talked.  I hope that one day I am able to make someone realize that they are loved and when they make a decision to do something... that that decision affects so much more than just them.  &lt;br /&gt;When my uncle killed himself in 2005, it affected our entire family, all of his friends, his co-workers/bosses etc. I will forever remember the phone call I got. I will forever remember the last time I had talked to him about a week before he killed himself. I remember talking to him about having gastric bypass surgery and whether he felt it was a good idea. A week later, I never got to tell him how much I loved him, how I appreciated his fight to stay sober for so long.  To tell him how much I looked up to him for his strength.  To tell him that he was one of the reason's why I never went into drinking or drugs. Because I saw when he fell.  But I was so damn proud of him when he rose up after that fall and how he became a Christian and how I envied his faith. &lt;br /&gt;Two years after my uncle killed himself.  My grandmother went into a deep depression, she said she wanted to die too. My grandfather took her and checked her into a psychatric care center a few days later they deemed her not a threat to herself.  About a week later, my grandfather went to the store, came home and found her in the backyard...dead from a self inflicted gunshot wound. &lt;br /&gt;For the second time in two years (almost exact to the day!) my family suffered a serious loss.  I will forever remember, I was sitting at work (just as I was with my uncles death) I was sitting at lunch when the phone call came in. My life stopped in that second that I heard my cousin tell me that she was dead. that it was at her own hand.  I cried for an hour. I walked upstairs to my boss and told her I was leaving work. I walked to my car and sat stunned beyond all belief for over an hour. My husband went with me to California.  I sat there through the entire ceremony trying to figure out why.  Why would my grandmother with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren do this. She had so much...but she had lost all hope, faith..everything when my uncle killed himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last almost three to five years I have been very angry at my grandmother and uncle for a multitude of reasons.  My grandfather lost his son the day my uncle killed himself, and then two years later he lost his wife.  My grandfather is 86 years old. It's not fair that he had to go through this. I am so happy that my grandfather is so strong.  I love that man more than anything can express. He is the rock of my family.  The person that I can always look to for a much calmer response. Wheras i'm an act now think later type of person.  He is the calm down and take care of it slowly and weigh out the options type of person.  But I can only imagine how he feels every day knowing that his son and wife have left him long before either of them should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was one of the most supportive people I could have asked for when I was a kid and had severe depression. She was the person who when I went thru my divorce explained how much love I had and how I would get over everything. How God would provide a child for me in his time not mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third (for my grandmother) and fifth (my uncle) anniversaries are coming up at the end of the month.  I'm so scared. I'm so angry and I'm so sad...  Depression is a horrible horrible thing in our family and as I sit here I am overwhelmed. I am sad. And I wish I could understand. Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone..remember and pray for those that suffer from mental illness..both seen and unseen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-3468191128048595890?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(well even before..it think I blogged more when I was single) Life has been hectic. I love hectic with her around.  This weekend we did a few different things.  My step son went off with his paternal grandparents on a trip with a cousin.  My step daughter went to my sisters house Friday night and Sarah was sick all weekend with tummy issues..let's just say what goes in..came out in explosive measures.  ON Saturday my sister wanted to go bike riding. I have a trailer for Sarah so we went out to ride. Except the trail we wanted to ride was not good for her since she had my 4 year old niece on the back nor was it good for me trying to tow the trailer (which you can barely notice exists when riding on a street) So we ditched the trails and decided to head to Surprise and ride around the park there. It was great there were nice sidewalks to ride on and once we got the kids situated appropriately we had a great six miles.  But then Sarah got Fussy and my niece Ryleigh wanted to play at the park and my nephew who is every high maintenance wanted out of the trailer.  So I took them over to the playground and my Step daughter, older niece and sister went and rode another three miles. &lt;br /&gt;Once we got back to my sisters house around 9pm we determined that Sarah had not had a really bad diaper all day (yippee since we had changed up to ten each day for the previous five days).  So we gave her a little bit of food.  And within five minutes...all heck broke loose and there was a trail running behind her.  that was awesome to clean up!! YUCK!!  &lt;br /&gt;So my Step Daughter Ashley and I came home and finally decided to go to bed.  We got up this morning and went to church and then went and picked up Jeffery and then went to lunch with my Aunt.  We went to CiCi's Pizza. It was alright. Definitely not as good as I remember it from Missouri but the kids enjoyed it..and it's cheaper then taking them to McDonalds and letting them get adult value meals that they usually want.  Darn it when did my kids no longer eat happy meals.  Meals out with them have officially started costing a LOT LOT LOT more money.  Now that Jeffery is 13 and Ashley is 12....They want adult meals. Darn kids growing up... I'm just not ready for this. &lt;br /&gt;So after we ate with my Aunt Shirley and her daughter Jessica, we headed over to Wal Mart.  I had to pick up a few things for dinner tonight (it's amazing how much stuff I don't need/want when I go to a store full of food already LOL) we got into the car and Sarah was out like a light.  We got home and I had hoped she would go back to sleep so Momma could take a nap...that didn't happen.  Gotta train that girl better. &lt;br /&gt;So I played online a little, played with Sarah, played Wii with the kids..and now the kiddo's are all in bed. Hub's and I are in the living room...He's playing a hunting game on the Wii and here I sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly..this has been a great weekend..and I'm very sad that in less than 45 minutes...it will be over... and time for me to go to bed so I can go to work in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those that prayed my baby girl would get better. As of right now it seems like she's feeling lot's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-8110752498991241307?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First thing you wash in the shower? Hair&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Don't have one..don't know what happened to all of them. I went to Ohio last year with two..came home with none..ODD...&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Of course..she's my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits? Gawsh no.&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Tired.&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the closest thing to you that's red? The new Elmo Onesie I got for Sarah today from Target...cause you know that's my favorite place of all times :)&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last dream you remember having? I don't dream much..&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today? Nope&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now? Sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss? When I remember too.&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? YUCK&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional? yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? Yes&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? depends..is it a cone or a cup? or what?&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair? not at all. I need a haircut. &lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself? sometimes yes, sometimes no&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Heck yeah I would! That would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now? NCIS&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving? No reason to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes,&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often? not very often..twice in the last year.but that was only cause the kids had a sleepover..and I discovered RED BOX..&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room in which you are? nope..&lt;br /&gt;25. What countries have you visited? Mexico&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call? Of course! I was a pre teen once&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train? Yeppers..Amtrak &lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs? White.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone? I have a work cell and a personal cell phone..&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you use chapstick? I do..&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you own a gun? a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;33. Can you use chopsticks? yeppers&lt;br /&gt;34. Who are you going to be with tonight? My husband and kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you too forgiving? I've been known to be&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever been in love? yup&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever have cream puffs? Yes&lt;br /&gt;39. Last time you cried? this morning&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last question you asked? Did you brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite time of the year? Spring&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have any tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you sarcastic? often&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? nope&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever walked into a wall? I'm sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever slapped someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;48. Is your hair curly? Not at all..&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the last CD you bought? Umm Taylor Swift..(for the kids I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;50. Do looks matter? Yes&lt;br /&gt;51. Could you ever forgive a cheater? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;52. Is your phone bill sky high? nope..my husband would kill me if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like your life right now? I shall plead the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you sleep with the TV on? No...I sleep with a fan on though.&lt;br /&gt;55. Can you handle the truth? I always prefer the truth.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you have good vision? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;57. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Hate..nah..too much effort to hate. dislike..yes&lt;br /&gt;58. How often do you talk on the phone? Since my work requires it..i'm on the phone quite often.&lt;br /&gt;59. The last person you held hands with? Umm probably Ryleigh last week&lt;br /&gt;60. What are you wearing? sweat pants and a work t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;61. What is your favorite animal? Dog&lt;br /&gt;62. Where was your profile picture taken? Umm.. I believe in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;63. Can you hula hoop? not in the least&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you have a job? I'm a mom, and a claims adjuster.&lt;br /&gt;65. What was the most recent thing you bought? Gas&lt;br /&gt;66. Have you ever crawled through a window? not because I wanted too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218166-1809847196721301509?l=cpittaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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