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It's amazing how much has happened in the past 6 years, since I left Boston. Tomorrow I turn the page, and start a new chapter. Tonight, an old chapter ends, one that I'm not sad to see go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me all week, "Hey Jules, are you nervous yet?" and every time the answer has been no. No, I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps other people get nervous because they wonder if they're making the right choice. I don't have to wonder; I know that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is an amazing man. He's always there when somebody needs a shoulder, a friend, or anything else. He puts his whole heart and soul into everything he does. He's kind, and patient, and loving. He's got a small devilish streak and a gleam in his eye that keeps things fun. Of course he's not perfect. I don't want perfect though. Perfect is just a load of crap bound to come up sooner or later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nerves from not being sure if they're ready to give up the "single" life. Mine can go, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a single mother was the most stressful task I've ever, and likely ever will, take on. It was terrifying not having someone else to turn to when I was second guessing my methods- I had no idea what to do with a kid (heh. I still barely do!). I hated having to do all the discipline, and always be the bad guy, and still try to be the good guy; to not be too hard on Kailyn when I was the only person around to deal with it and my temper was getting the best of me. For Kailyn to not have a positive male influence in her life.. it killed me. And in the back of my mind was always "what if something happens to me? What happens to Kailyn?". Scott will be legally adopting Kailyn and it's a huge relief to me. She adores him, he adores her.. this is the kind of family I wanted. Peanut will only make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Kailyn was a mess of drugs and booze and meaningless sex. There was aimless wandering, a sense of no home, no where to go, nobody that cared, or understood, and all that other teenage angst type crap. Never need any of that again. Happy to forget it. Nasty breakups, bad relationships, and all the other "joys" of single life, nope, won't miss them, though I am thankful for them because they taught me things I needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott fills in the blanks in me. He balances my negatives. He doesn't let my temper get to him when it gets the best of me. When he looks at me, there's so much love in his eyes, more than I could have ever imagined was possible. I can think of nothing more that I want than to have him with me, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I be nervous? Tomorrow, the best part of my life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I don't trip, and that the caterers are all on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148441096525034364-1557712717055591047?l=platinumjules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Hehe. Here, have a random meme/survey thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have any condoms in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though they don't get used very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last place you took a nap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch, curled up with Kailyn and Benji (yea, somehow we all fit on the couch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Does any part on your body hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I go to the other side of the room to kiss Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you excited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding :D We picked a date! More on that next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you care what others think about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a black and white cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't, but one of my roommates did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is the first person you would call if you needed help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy, if it wasn't something that Scott could help with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What did you do last Friday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party at Adam's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is there something you wish you could tell someone but cant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell one of my clients what a complete tool he is, but I want to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailyn demanding scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few already; not planning on getting any more but I won't rule it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you like someone that doesn't know you like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott knows damn well how I feel about him :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Has someone ever told you they would be with you forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few, but only one of them has put any sort of ring on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who was the first person to break your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailyn's dad, Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I have a small child; I *never* get 8 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you find the opposite sex confusing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, guys are easy. I'm more baffled by other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes. I'm an in-and-out kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurpees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you seen anyone lately that you don't get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah; I get along with everybody here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji snoring and Scott playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going fantastically :D 2009 is made of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you believe exes can be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Not me and mine, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content and kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you get distracted easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, though sometimes I am crazy focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever been called a bad influence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More times than I can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is there a person of the same gender who means a lot to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Has anyone disappointed you recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not recently, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Color Is Your Tooth brush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name One Person That Made You Smile Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailyn makes me smile every day; she's a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Were You Doing At 8 Am This Morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping Kailyn off at day care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Were You Doing 45 Minutes Ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Is Your Favorite Candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Is The Best Ice Cream Flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Garcia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Was The Last Thing You Had To Drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Is The Longest You Have Gone Without Sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have You Bought Any New Clothing Items This Week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of shoes, if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever Go Camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't much like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do You Drink Your Soda With A Straw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Did Your Last Text Message Say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she just didn't show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Are You Doing Tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a sales pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where Is Your Dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graveyard in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look To Your Left, What Do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's piano; Scott seems to have left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest guy in the whole wide universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Color Is Your Shirt Your Wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Color Are Your Pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Month Is Your Birthday In?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was fun. 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