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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've had some trouble lately remembering what day is what. I realized a few times today that today was, in fact, Sunday. Since this will be posted tomorrow (Monday), I hope I figure out what day is it by then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, the weeks, weekend, days have all flown by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It scares me that I'm less than two weeks away from having a 5 month old child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a storm last night, so this morning I was lucky enough to get to have my car doors frozen shut, scrape off my car, shovel some snow, and drive home. Home, where I couldn't even turn into my parking lot because the plow hadn't been near it. I parked half in a snow bank, then hopped another snowbank to get inside, only to have to leave again, this time getting my car actually stuck and having people have to push me out. It was a relief to finally get back home and have a plowed out space to put my poor car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I got to have an awesome low-key Saturday night with E., followed by a random lazy day with B. and a sleeping miss Chloe.&amp;nbsp;&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 felt a little 'off' this week in ways I can't really explain, even to myself. I'm hoping now that it's about to be Monday, that I can get my normal feeling back and get back into some sort of routine of my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something isn't right when you don't feel relaxed when you're relaxing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm making tonight an early night for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me about your weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-5717048793818455958?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I made a new cd yesterday specifically to put this song on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not into guys with long hair at all, and for some reason Jake Owen just doesn't do a lot for me (hello, &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-celebrities-id-love-to-marry.html"&gt;Luke Bryan&lt;/a&gt;) but I would totally marry him just to have him sing this song to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;25 Questions&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. You have one night. What's your ideal way to spend the evening?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just &lt;b&gt;one &lt;/b&gt;night? That's too hard! A night with all my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. One movie you have watched more than a handful of times, why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many, but I'll go with Legally Blonde. Because I love Reese Witherspoon, because it's a great story about a girl going after what she wants even though everyone doesn't think she can do it. And that part near the end where she wins the case? Totally gives me goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's your go to blog? Ya know, the one you check almost daily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just check the ones updated in my reader, but there are some that I'll quickly read before all the others. I'm probably forgetting a few but here are some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://thedivabee.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Dive Bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pampersandpumps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pampers and Pumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.amadgirlslovesong.com/"&gt;A Mad Girls Lovesong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://laughter-love-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everyday Life with All its Craziness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://katieballa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loves of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://anirishitalianblessing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irish-Italian Blessings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://segloveskep.blogspot.com/"&gt;From Match to Marriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;a href="http://noelleplatt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Because Nice Matters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://plattbabysister.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Esquina do la Estrelita&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;&lt;b&gt;4. Favorite brand name? Yes, you can only choose one...shoes, clothing, purses, scrap booking items...anything. Name one. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love that scrapbooking was an option! In which case I love Jolee's. Their stickers are all so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The day you realized what love is. Why? Who what when?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day my daughter was born. No other love will ever hit me that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Favorite summer time activity? What about winter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to the beach! Man I miss summer! Winter? How about staying in and avoiding it completely? I'm not a fan of winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Number one thing you hate about weight loss/working out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't worry about weight loss, since I'd like to gain weight. About working out? The fact that I can't seem to do it. I'd love to be in better shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. One day that you will never forget. When and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The obvious answer is the day my daughter was born. As of right now I can't think of anything less obvious worth mentioning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Tell me about your very first car. Do you still drive it? Why did you get rid of it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do still have my first car. It's a Cavalier, handed down to me by my mom when I graduated college. It was a great car for the first year that I had it, then all of a sudden during the summer of '08 it broke down on me three times. It was okay after that, but now it's basically the deathmobile. I'm just waiting for it to breakdown for good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Who is your favorite Actor or Actress?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon because she's so freaking cute. As for actor.. Gerard Butler or Ryan Reynolds.. for the obvious reasons :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What celebrity annoys you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know.. probably the celebrities I try to ignore altogether like the Kardashians or Jersey Shore peeps. If they annoy me, I ignore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. If you had a million dollars, how would you spend it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pay off my debts, build a house, buy a reliable car, set my daughter up for university, help my family out however I could. A million dollars really doesn't go as far as one would think :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Describe a typical day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wake up, feed Chloe and have a coffee. Chloe plays, I do dishes or eat or blog. Sometimes Chloe fusses, sometimes she naps. Rarely we actually go out and run errands or something or other. In the evening I always give her a bath sometime between 7-8:30 and try to have her in bed between 9-10. And that's a typical day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It changed all the time but a few of the things were librarian, artist, writer. I'd still love to be a writer or own a used bookstore so I'm not that far off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. If you could change one thing about you, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could get myself to work harder for the things I want and the things I need to do. Stop procrastinating or finding reasons not to do things. Being lazy has something to do with it too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.  Name something you love that no one else seems to like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um.. spending money on just about anything. No one I know would look forward to buying something as boring as cleaning products, but I would.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What's one item you own that you know you should get rid of but never will?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well there was a big, ugly, most comfortable chair ever that I've had with me through 5 different moves, but I just got rid of it last week. Besides that... probably just a bunch of old&amp;nbsp;memorabilia-type things I have in a box. Some are so pointless, even to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. &amp;nbsp;What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing specifically comes to mind. Any feel-good girly romantic movie would probably fit though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Last person you kissed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does Chloe count? Otherwise it was E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1995? Seriously, I don't know. I have since 1995, I just don't remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, in 2008. It was late and I just wanted to get home from work. I wasn't going very fast, but I had just driven into school zone (at midnight) so the speed limit had changed but I didn't notice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. In God?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, but I'm not a religious person at all. I just believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Can you knit or crochet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't do either, but I want to learn how to crochet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pretty much always miss someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If anyone else has any questions to add, now is the time&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-8757620279047509824?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;People who don't know how to 'Pin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's nothing more annoying than coming across and awesome looking pin on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/nessa_velda/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; and clicking on it to find that the link takes you to all kinds of crazy places. I've had pins take me to just a blog's homepage, instead of the specific post that should've been linked to the pin. I've also once clicked on a pin for some sort of dessert, and was taken to a post about sandwiches or something. It's simple - make sure the thing that you're pinning links back to the place where you found that 'pin' in the first place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The serial tweeter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people have &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/thebestdays"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; conversations, so they pop up a lot on the main page. That is understandable. But when someone is just tweeting to themselves, a million tweets by the minute, it's just annoying. I follow more than 550 people. You should not be flooding my twitter homepage. Just sayin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. The Facebook on again / off again relationship&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, today you love your boyfriend. Oh, now you hate him? You're broken up. You're back together. He's a scumbag. He's the love of your life. Make up your mind, or at least keep your craziness off facebook. I don't need to hear about every fight you have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. 'Come Follow My Blog' bloggers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate having people ask me to follow their blogs. Usually if people have to ask for followers, it's because their blog isn't keeping people there in the first place. Great content doesn't need to beg for followers. If I like you're blog I'll follow it because of that, not because you ask me to. And if you ask, I'm less likely to even give it a chance. Sorry, but that's just the way I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The people who post a million times a day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have important things to say, I can understand more than one post a day. More than three posts a day? I can't find a reason why you'd need to post four times. Tomorrow is another day, I'm sure the fourth post can wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What bothers you about social media?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-4157109816795685617?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holy weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work went by without a problem. I got home to a happy baby, which quickly turned into baby having a meltdown, and refusing to nap. If I wasn't tired enough from working all day, that almost did me in. It was a bit of a fight to get her to bed, but I finally managed that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I had a visitor. We had an innocent night of playing a little bit of Wii and watching a movie, during which I kept falling asleep. I finally kicked him out a little late.&amp;nbsp;We were supposed to have the entire Saturday together, but mother got sick. Miss C still left for the night, but a lot later than anticipated. Still, waking up in the morning and not having to jump out of bed to feed a baby? So nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we got to spend Sunday together instead. And we spent it taking his daughter to pick up mine, and ended up visiting some of his family, since all of mine was sick. They are all the kind of people I could easily get along with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He had asked me in the morning, but we got off topic before coming to a definite conclusion, so he ended up asking me again last night. I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon, but it just felt right. And so, as of yesterday, we are officially dating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-2764925638296897953?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my first day back at work. I'm not back full-time, it's just an occasional thing for extra money. I left her in the care of my cousin. I've already checked, and she's fine. She woke up happy shortly after I left, then was down for a nap about 2 hours later. I wasn't a fan of the idea of her waking up to a stranger, but she was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work is also fine. It's weird that after 5 months of being gone it can feel so normal being back. It's also nice to have a bit of a baby-break, and converse with adults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chloe was great through the night. I got her up around 2am, she drank as slow as humanly possible, then she was back to sleep around 3, and slept until I was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are less than two hours left of work and I'm not sure which I'm more excited for&amp;nbsp;- food, or seeing my baby girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-2839201918662073352?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you do when you have just ten minutes of free time? Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ten minutes, because when my ten minutes are up, I have to wake my pretty little girl, bundle her up, and take her out to be tortured. And by tortured, I mean they're going to stab her in the leg. Three times. With needles. We've done this &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-werent-lying-it-does-get-better.html"&gt;needle thing&lt;/a&gt; once before, and she cried the saddest cries I've ever heard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's older now, so she'll be a little more aware of what's going on. I'm worried that she's going to be even more scared than the first time. My poor girl. I think if she realized what was going to happen later today, I would still be more scared than she would be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me? I've been feeling odd today. I can't put my finger on why. Although lately I have been waking up feeling a bit..&amp;nbsp;nauseous lately when I get up through the night with the baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know what you're thinking, and no, that is definitely not the reason for it. I think it's time to start putting a little more effort into 'me'. Most days it still comes down to making the decision between getting to relax for a few minutes, and getting to cook a half decent meal. It's time to start opting for the decent meal a little more often than I have been. My body is definitely feeling the lack of good food.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Starting next grocery day, I'm going to make an effort to be better to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now? It's time to wake up my pretty baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-7039083580330609201?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It always feels like something significant should happen to mark the end of a month and the beginning of new month, but nothing ever does. January just slides into February and no one takes much notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year February is beginning with a snow storm. The snow is good for the city, because we have a winter festival every year and it runs much more smoothly if they don't have to make their own snow for the event. But that has nothing to do with this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it was snowing I cancelled my plans to go to the 'Building Incredible Babies' program. I didn't want to chance the weather getting worse, which it did, and I thought Chloe would still be napping when it started around 1, which she was. She actually napped for about 3.5 hours. I think this may be a record. It's nice in a way, but means she won't take a second nap, and will be ready for bed early tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had I known she was going to take a marathon nap, I would've done something productive. What, I don't know, but instead I sat on my behind and did a puzzle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that's how insignificant my transition from January to February was - just a day of baby napping and doing puzzles. But that way I see it, it's another winter month gone, and another month closer to spring a summer - my favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-5998637444837965936?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am going back to work this week for one shift. I've reached the point in my maternity leave where I'm allowed to earn a little bit of extra money, so I hope to take advantage every once in awhile. It is also a nice excuse to get out of the house and have some adult interaction. This time, my cousin is going to babysit Chloe. I trust her completely, but I'm still worried. I'm sure she'll be fine - we have a nice routine lately - I just hope she doesn't go through her initial being scared of strangers stage. And for that, my cousin is coming tomorrow after work to meet her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Chloe are attending a program tomorrow called 'Building Incredible Babies'. It's a free thing for mothers with babies 12 months or under, so I figured we'd give it a try. It's every Wednesday. I'm just worried because it starts at 1 and Chloe's normally in the middle of her first nap around then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I did mention that I met someone. It's nothing serious, but he's a nice guy, easy to be around, and he has a daughter, so we have that in common.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, I've just been hanging out with my little girly, my favorite thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You've changed and grown up so much lately that I couldn't wait to write all about it, so I'm writing it early. Where to start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You still have a lot of the same likes and dislikes as you did when &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2012/01/chloe-three-months-old.html"&gt;you turned three months old&lt;/a&gt;. You still love baths, hate the car (but you're getting a bit better with this!) and whine more than you cry. You still talk and smile like crazy, when you want to. You're a big flirt and smile anytime people talk to you. But let's get down to the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Readers, you might want to skip or skim this one. It's going to be kinda long : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REQ6I4ED73I/TybQlCWbEgI/AAAAAAAADS4/Usox09jr6-4/s1600/005a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REQ6I4ED73I/TybQlCWbEgI/AAAAAAAADS4/Usox09jr6-4/s640/005a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Social Skills&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You've become scared of people you don't know. If we're out in public, you'll smile at strangers from your car seat. If we're visiting, and someone you don't know tries to talk to you or hold you before you're used to them, you curl you lip and cry your little eyes out. You didn't do it for Pepe, aunt Laura or Norma, but you did seem unsure for a few minutes. You cried for your great-great aunt Lucille though, and Ashley and Richie when we visited the first week of January, and even though we saw Grannie a few days ago, you cried for her too. You're just a little mama's girl and you're not used to being around other people much. But once you're used to people, you love everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Food and Eating&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the first week of January I started feeding you one more oz in each bottle. You slowly adjusted and now you drink it down great. It's still only &lt;b&gt;5oz bottles&lt;/b&gt;, but we're making our way up. You spit up a lot more often, so maybe it's still too much but you drink it like a champ, sometimes even 6oz if you've slept really long. We changed your bottles to the Playtex VentAire Advanced bottles, since a friend recommended them to us. The change didn't seem to make a difference, but the fast flow nipples have you drinking a little faster, which is good. Sometimes you were a super slow eater before. You were gassy a few different nights after the switch, but I don't know if that was because of the bottles and it doesn't happen much anymore. For a few days you seemed to fill up after only drinking 2-3 oz each time, but the past couple of days you seem to drink you whole bottle and still want more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Motor Skills?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your hands are still constantly in your mouth, but now you can grab things and you put those things in your mouth too - blankets, toys, and you even try to hold your bottle to your mouth but you don't know any better and push it away just as much. You grab at toys that are in front of you and now even notice yourself in the mirror on your playmat. I caught you smiling at yourself one day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You kick a little more in the bath and you seem so excited by it.&amp;nbsp;You hold your head up like a champ now. I just have to support you body and you're fine. Sometimes that big head gets heavy and droops a little but you can always pick it back up. For that reason, you've been able to start playing in your Jolly Jumper. You're still a little unsure of it, but soon I know you'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're constantly holding on to you feet now, and they're in your mouth all the time. It's so cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNxcdt34JLo/TybQX2OWW0I/AAAAAAAADSw/rxL8HhmsJLQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNxcdt34JLo/TybQX2OWW0I/AAAAAAAADSw/rxL8HhmsJLQ/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growth&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're still a tiny girl, still too small for most 0-3 month shirts, but you fit in pjs and pants just fine. You almost fit in size 1 shoes, and you're still in size 1 diapers. Sadly, someone gave us a small pack of newborn diapers, and your little behind still fits snugly into those. I forgot to get your exact stats from the doctor, but you're too small. I'm going to call the doctor this week, then I'll update, but you're only a little over 10lbs, which is so little for a four month old.&amp;nbsp;You seem happy and healthy, so I'm not too worried but the doctors are. We need to fatten you up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqr4yvo1lAc/TybRQOdF-NI/AAAAAAAADTI/LmzdvwqKIGE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqr4yvo1lAc/TybRQOdF-NI/AAAAAAAADTI/LmzdvwqKIGE/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You sleep pretty great at night most of the time. You almost never sleep for really long stretches anymore, but you usually only get up once so I'm not complaining. I am finally able to get you down for naps. Usually I just have to let you whine for a bit and you fall asleep. If you actually start to cry I'll get you up for a few minutes but usually after that you go to sleep easily. It's nice to finally have some free time while you nap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You drool like crazy, and have been for over a month now. Maybe there's some teeth on the way, but so far nothing. It's a mess though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, you're a very happy girl most of the time. You're my little princess and I love having you smile and coo at me everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-8532122378140623802?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;January 25, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-9195499979714190782?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My urge to blog and to read blogs has been thrown to the backseat by, get this, facebook creeping. Yep, I now spend more time looking at pictures, creeping timelines, liking statuses, and the worst one - browsing the local buy and sell group. I hate it, and I'm trying to put a stop to it, but today, once again, I found myself on facebook still an hour after Chloe has been down for her nap. i have to stop this madness!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm also having some blogger's block. Like writer's block, except since I don't write these beautiful, inspiring posts like so many do, it's not writer's block. It's blogger's block. Blogger's block: for bloggers who write about their regular day-to-day activities and suddenly find themselves with no actual life to blog about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I were to blog about my life right now it would go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dear Blog Readers,&lt;br /&gt;
Today me and Chloe woke up at 9:30am. I had a coffee and some instant oatmeal, then fed her a bottle, which she didn't finish because I think she's trying to become anorexic. We watched some How I Met Your Mother after breakfast. While Chloe played on her playmat, I used my handman tools (glue gun) to glue a hook back on to a super-cheap photo frame. I thought about hanging those photo frames on the wall, but Chloe got cranky. I put her down for a nap, then facebook creeped for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love, Venassa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, that is my day. The only part I left out is that somewhere in there I got dressed, and now I'm eating a bowl of cheddar popcorn. This is my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I've been informed that it's against the rules to mention that I may have met someone without giving any details. So I'll make that right and maybe share a few teeny details on Monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a good weekend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-5724192398200263279?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I'm guest posting today over at &lt;a href="http://karismaheartsavannah.blogspot.com/2012/01/todays-guest-vb-creations.html"&gt;Pocket Full of Pink&lt;/a&gt;, featuring a few of my favorite crafts I've blogged about over at &lt;a href="http://vb-creations.blogspot.com/"&gt;VB Creations&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Yesterday Chloe hit the 4 month mark, and her 4 month update with photos is on its way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I watched The Notebook today, and I had forgotten how much I don't like that movie - and just because of the part near the end where the old lady loses her memory once again and freaks out a bit. It's not that part I hate, but the part of the man crying. Hate, hate, hate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I bought a super-cheap little vacuum and it works so much better than sweeping the floors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Every apartment in my building got a notice that they had trouble delivering our mail because the boxes don't lock. It's an old building, and I'm pretty sure they've been like that almost forever. The notice gives a number to call their office. I call the number and there are two options: directory list or customer service. I hit customer service and it tells me to call another number. I hit directory list and they want me to have a specific name of a person to contact. So seriously, why give me this useless phone number in the first place, Canada Post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Oh, and I may have met someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-6145372170650604380?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chloe's room. Since she's still sleeping in my room in her playpen, her room has turned into the "I'll clean it later" and the "Throw this in here" room. This is her crib. I use the mattress for her to sit on and as a backdrop for her monthly photos. Because my furniture is all ugly. That's why the mattress looks like it's lifted at the end - because there's a bunch of junk under it, and as you can see, on top of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the corner of the room at the foot of Chloe's bed, where all our moving boxes are being stored until I get the courage to take them all out to the trash. Both of our laundry baskets of dirty clothes are in this room, as well as my bin of summer clothes, and a diaper box filled with clothes Chloe grew out of that I want to save. Mess mess mess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went on a cleaning rampage a few days ago, so I don't have much mess to show (this will probably be a rare thing!). This is, or was my coffee table when I woke up this morning, since I put some of it away already. Last night's glass of water, two squares of chocolate still out, Chloe's socks and shoes from last night, pizza flyer, remotes, phone, this morning's bottle and last night's after-bath powder and cream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This girl - she's just full of surprises.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the hardest time to get her to nap. One 45 minute nap during an entire day? Not a rare occurrence. Two naps in one day is a good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today? She took three whole naps! And they weren't just 20 minute ordeals. They were over an hour long each. And she went to bed very easily shortly after 9:30. This mama got so much done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ate &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;cooked, not microwaved, meals today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then tonight after her bath - she laughed. Really laughed. And not just once, a couple of times. It's officially my favorite sound in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were up before the sun today and that, combined with all the housework etc. I got done, has me exhausted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-7206513809412750270?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we're visiting my mom then tomorrow finally heading back home, and this time we won't be leaving for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our weekend with my grandfather was great. He was so happy to see her. He spent almost every waking minute talking to her or playing with her. I took him with us to get our photos done, so we got him in a few of them. Of course I took a couple of the two of them myself : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was Chloe's first time in her Jolly Jumper. She's loving it so far. It's nice to have a new toy for her to play in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made it home from my vacation, which you probably already assumed. It snowed most of the drive there, then snowed most of the drive back. Fun times for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After my oil change, my car had no further issues. Oh, except for the little rock that chipped my windshield. And when I got home, my dashboard and radio lights stopped working. And one of my headlights. When it comes to my car, there's the only good luck we have is that it hasn't died completely yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great time on vacation. It's always great to visit with &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-is-getting-married-today.html"&gt;A. and R.&lt;/a&gt;, even better this time because I was there for almost a week. Usually I can only go for one rushed weekend at a time, due to work. Since A. is a teacher, she was also free the entire time. We got to visit her family, visit with my friend M., visit with A.'s friend and her three adorable kids. My mother's ex-husband (so my ex-step-father) also came down to visit and meet Chloe for the first time. It's been years since I've seen him so it was nice to catch up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was sad to leave, but felt better once I got home. I really do love my apartment and for the first time in a really long time I feel 'at home' when I'm home. I'm slowly getting everything in order. I hung more pictures today, organized a little bit more of my room. Someday I might have this place completely set up. If you saw photos of my closets, cupboards and bookshelf, you would understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow (weather permitting!) me and Chloe are going to stay at &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/search/label/Pepe"&gt;my grandfather's&lt;/a&gt; for the weekend. He'll be so excited to see us and spend a nice chunk of time with us. Since Chloe's been born I haven't had a chance to stay the night, so our visits have been short. I can't wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you guys have a fabulous weekend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ps - yesterday, at approximately 12:30am, was the one year anniversary of me finding out &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-what.html"&gt;this life-changing piece of news&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-8976199306734833489?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or rather, why&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2010/05/s-e-x-and-c-i-t-y-sex-and-city-2-came.html"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;love Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt;. It is classic. To me, it screams 'girl power'. So many episodes have the ability to just pull me in, no matter how many times I've seen them. I got to thinking about what makes the show so appealing to me and just so damn amazing. What it all boils down to are a few key things that women have a passion for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;Friendship&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends.” - Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte are all such incredibly different people in almost every way. Miranda is the sarcastic lawyer. Samantha is the sex-obsessed tell it exactly how it is type. Charlotte is such an innocent-seeming romantic, a dreamer. Carrie is more the glamorous girl-next-door type that you feel like you relate to but can't always figure out why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all women being so opposite from one another, they still manage to be such great friends, but even more so - they portray &lt;b&gt;real friendship&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;They have each other's backs.&amp;nbsp;They gossip, they laugh, and most importantly, they fight. They fight like real friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You watch an episode of Sex and the City and you instantly wish you had three best girl friends to go on crazy adventures with, to share your love stories, to go out for cocktails with. Or maybe you're already lucky enough to have that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX1hMpsabC4/Tw5EAkA8jGI/AAAAAAAADMw/sX3urDb9dTw/s1600/SexandtheCity2CastSinging_gallery_primary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX1hMpsabC4/Tw5EAkA8jGI/AAAAAAAADMw/sX3urDb9dTw/s400/SexandtheCity2CastSinging_gallery_primary.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Love and Sex&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"And we were dressed from head to toe in love... the only label that never goes out of style." - Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sex and the City is filled with romantic love scenes, steamy sex scenes and lots of hot men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's poor Charlotte, where you just want to see her dreams of marriage and children come true. You want to see her happily married and finally starting a family, but that doesn't work out very well for her in the beginning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's Miranda and Steve, who at times seem so wrong for each other, but other times seem so perfect. Steve, who seems so much like a lovable puppy dog that you can't help but root for, and feel bad for him no matter what he does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Samantha. She's always getting herself into sexy situations, and sometimes there are little teasers - when she's sleeping with a guy and their 'fling' starts to show signs of a real relationship. You never know what's going to happen with Samantha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right away they gave us Carrie and Mr. Big. You want to love Mr. Big. You're wanting it to work out for him and Carrie, but he just can't seem to make it work. They throw in Aidan. Gorgeous, sweet Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which brings up the age-old question: &lt;b&gt;Aidan or Mr. Big?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwKh8QF404o/Tw5IL94NvKI/AAAAAAAADM4/UbHxqJfFwRM/s1600/aidanbig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwKh8QF404o/Tw5IL94NvKI/AAAAAAAADM4/UbHxqJfFwRM/s400/aidanbig.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Clothes and Shoes&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I've spent $40, 000 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes!' - Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gorgeous shoes, gorgeous clothes. Glamour. The illusion of such a fabulous life. You just can't watch an episode of Sex and the City without wishing you could get your hands on something one of the girls is wearing, or get to do some crazy exciting thing that they're doing. They give off such a 'glamour vibe' which is such a nice fantasy to live in for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;
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Especially for someone like me who sometimes spends a day &lt;strike&gt;or two&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;wearing pjs, with my hair pulled back in a mess with spit up on my shoulder and baby drool on my sleeve. Sex and the City: happiness on my tv.&lt;br /&gt;
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Slap that all together with some funny quotes and hilarious situations and you've got a recipe for perfection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“And there, in the same city where they met as girls, four New York women entered the next phase of their lives dressed head to toe in love. And that’s the one label that never goes out of style.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;Are you a sex and the city fan? And Aidan or Mr. Big fan?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* All images from Google Images&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-4752278718335978276?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me. Or this &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;me December 2010. Since then I got knocked up, gained almost 40lbs, had a baby and got rid of those 40lbs. I also got rid of my tolerance for clothes that are even a little bit clingy - that shirt included.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I pulled each new shirt out of storage from when I was pregnant, almost each one bothered me. Ask my mother, I started wearing the same blue striped shirt almost everyday. Finally I got out and bought a few new pieces of clothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At one particular store, I previously owned clothing that were size small. This time around, I bought a medium. I didn't bother trying it on because, hey - it was a size medium, where I used to wear extra-small. How could it not fit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it fits, perfectly, but if it shrinks even in the slightest with washing, it will probably be a little uncomfortable. And I'm finding that this is happening too often since I've started buying new clothes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With that being said, how it is possible that we are living in a world where &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;am a barely a size medium, tipping more into the 'large' scale. I am not large. I barely weight 100lbs. Before clothing shrunk so much, I could fit into children's extra-large, so how did I suddenly jump to be almost a size large in women's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;being said, who the hell fits into extra-small? Small children? Because they have their own clothing. Women's clothing should be made to fit real women.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So dear clothing manufacturers - learn how to size clothing properly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-1982099584328214760?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally posted the tutorial over at my crafting blog for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://vb-creations.blogspot.com/2012/01/decorative-letters-with-mod-podge-and.html"&gt;decorative letters&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made spelling out Chloe's name for &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/2011/10/babys-nursery-revealed.html"&gt;her room&lt;/a&gt; at our old apartment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to be doing a feature on births sometime soon, so I'd love to have some of you take part. I've already emailed a few of you. I'm just looking for a short little paragraph about your birth story. &lt;a href="http://live--your--life.blogspot.com/p/contact-me.html"&gt;Send me an email&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested and I'll give you all the details.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not so silent, but my friend Haley is giving away a &lt;a href="http://thedivabee.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays-2011-and-giveaway.html"&gt;$25 Amazon.com giftcard&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on her blog. Get over there and enter!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2783516255646731559-843747083163802130?l=live--your--life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Weather Network lied to me the day I left home. It said there would be about 1 cm of snow. There were about 2 cm of snow on the car when I left and it snowed for 3/4 of the trip.&amp;nbsp;&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 been doing a lot of visiting with old friends and family. I got in a little shopping for me and Chloe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's finally a bit more adjusted to being in a new place. She's used to it being just me and her, and now there's at least one other person with us almost at all times. She was crabby at first, but she's better now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a really nice mini-vacation so far. I'm not looking forward to going back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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