<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:34:45.087-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="newly wed"/><category term="marriage is awkward"/><category term="opinion"/><category term="advice"/><category term="farting marriage awkward"/><category term="military"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="Men"/><category term="Need"/><category term="asleep"/><category term="attitude"/><category term="awkward"/><category term="basic training"/><category term="beautiful"/><category term="being strong"/><category term="cope"/><category term="coping"/><category term="count down"/><category term="cuddly"/><category term="dear john"/><category term="disease"/><category term="disney movies"/><category term="distractions"/><category term="douches"/><category term="glamorized"/><category term="hair"/><category term="happy"/><category term="heartfelt"/><category term="holding on"/><category term="jerks"/><category term="lust"/><category term="meaning."/><category term="miss"/><category term="missing"/><category term="movies"/><category term="positions"/><category term="pregnant"/><category term="pro con washing"/><category term="razors"/><category term="respect"/><category term="sex"/><category term="sexy"/><category term="shaving"/><category term="shower"/><category term="showering"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="sleeping"/><category term="standards"/><category term="t.v."/><category term="timeline"/><category term="users"/><category term="want"/><category term="women"/><category term="young"/><category term="young engaged pregnant"/><title type='text'>Spread your wings and Fly</title><subtitle type='html'>A person with no past, is a blank template. In which, nothing can be learned, there is nothing to discover, and there is nothing to gain. I am no blank template. Welcome to my story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-5441390510447251244</id><published>2012-10-12T13:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-12T13:34:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Happiness on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;For your information, I haz my Huzband back (and yes I spelled that stupid-like on&amp;nbsp;purpose) And for the sake of my blog being about sex, love, lust and what have you, I am getting laid again, So yes, I am happier. Thank you for your concern. Now onto More Pressing issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Last week on Facebook I was bored and my friend had a status that said, &quot;Like for the truth&quot; So naturally I liked it and she posted on my wall the truth about me. I thought this was a brilliant&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;to tell the people I don&#39;t like off and&amp;nbsp;confess&amp;nbsp;to the people I do like Just why I am so generally&amp;nbsp;hypnotized&amp;nbsp;by there being... That&#39;s what I thought. Turns out, I am WAAAY to nice to tell anyone off, or tell them what I really think about them, well because, I don&#39;t have anything bad to say about anyone... (I&#39;m such a Pussy...uh...Mom.. If your reading this... ignore that.) Then I got to thinking.. If I had to tell the truth about myself what would I say? As My hamster wheel started turning in my head I then realized that despite being positive to everyone else I am the only negative thing standing in the way of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;With that being said, I think that most people can agree with me that the person that holds you back the most is yourself. So STOP. STOP telling yourself your ugly without makeup on. STOP telling yourself that your fat. STOP telling yourself you cant achieve your goals because you aren&#39;t good enough. STOP second guessing every decision you make! STOP Trying to be someone you are not. &amp;nbsp;You are a person... Just like the other 6 billion people in this world. You are different. No one is you. So stop trying to be them. And stop trying to fit into this mold of who the world says you should be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;&#39;We convince ourselves that life will be better after we find a boyfriend or girlfriend, get married, have a baby and then another. Then we&#39;re frustrated that the kids aren&#39;t old enough and we&#39;ll be more content when they are. After that, we&#39;re frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We&#39;ll certainly be happy when they&#39;re out of that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;We tell ourselves that our lives will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;The truth is there&#39;s no better time to be happy then right now. If not now, when?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;Your life will always be filled with challenges. It&#39;s best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza. He said, &quot;For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always come obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served or a debt to be paid. Then my life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with....and remember that time waits for no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 16.5px;&quot;&gt;So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you loose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you&#39;re off welfare, until the first or the fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you die, until you&#39;re born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/5441390510447251244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/10/for-your-information-i-haz-my-huzband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/5441390510447251244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/5441390510447251244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/10/for-your-information-i-haz-my-huzband.html' title='Get your Happiness on!'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-1663707126771289172</id><published>2012-06-17T21:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T21:01:37.295-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attitude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage is awkward"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="military"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="missing"/><title type='text'>Its Been a While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
My blog is about Marriage and How awkward it is.&amp;nbsp;I Realize that it has been an awful long time since I&#39;ve blogged and frankly, Its because My Husband and I are not together at the moment. Now for those of you who are thinking, &quot;I knew they wouldn&#39;t last long.&quot; Shut up, and get your&amp;nbsp;judgmental&amp;nbsp;mind off my blog, its making it all slimy and gross smelling.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband is in the Military, as those who care about me know. Our One Year anniversary is coming up. July 2nd to be exact. Do I feel like a giddy little school girl? why yes. Yes I do. I also feel Old, as if my eggs are rotting out of my body, and Semi-Depressed that Its been a year since we&#39;ve been married and I&#39;ve only spent 7ish months of it with my husband.. Which Brings me to a subject near and dear to my heart:&lt;br /&gt;
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Missing you. I see all these women Missing there husbands, Fine. I get it. But when he&#39;s gone for a couple hours and your on the verge of eating a whole tub of ice cream because You miss him so much? You have issues. See a therapist, and stop posting about it on facebook. No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love my husband to the utmost of the word, But if there is one thing I&#39;ve learned about life, its that Shit happens. Live with it, get over it, but whatever you do Don&#39;t wallow in it. There are too many days wasted on Sadness and Empty feelings. LOVE, love with everything you have. You never know what its like to miss something until its&amp;nbsp;permanently&amp;nbsp;gone. It humbles me so much to read stories of Women that have lost there husbands and I always think to myself &amp;nbsp;&#39;I don&#39;t Care if Zac is Miles away, at least I have him. At least he&#39;s here.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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My Husband is alive and well, So by golly every chance I get, I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;smothering&amp;nbsp;him with my love. That&#39;s Life. And I choose to be happy:D&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew what I was signing up for when I became a Military Wife, Stinky ACU&#39;s, Feeding More then Just my husband, Moving all around the country, having to meet new people, and being alone a lot of the time. Naive as I was, I thought that the &quot;Alone&quot; Part would be the least of my worries. Wrong-O. Having your significant other ripped from you for periods of time, SUCKS. Hence the title of this Post, &quot;How to Cope with Coping&quot; because if you&#39;re a military Wife the last thing you want to do is cope. The first thing you want to do is get some super glue, put it all over your body and hug your husband...:D Now I know you were hoping for some advice for coping, and I have some for you but I&#39;m going to do it in sort of a time line format. (enjoy)&lt;br /&gt;
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Morning of: &amp;nbsp;If your husband Just left I bet your sitting in your room, on your bed with your favorite snack watching Movies that you always watched with him or just laying there crying. You will stay in this position for a couple days, Maybe even weeks, so get comfortable. Please remember to pack some tissues and DO NOT watch Dear John, Sons of Valor, or any other movie that has anything to do with the military... its not good for your health. This is the mourning phase, and its okay to be sad. Just remember, He&#39;s coming back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Couple days/weeks out: Eventually you&#39;ll start feeling guilty (We&#39;re woman, its what we do) for just sitting there all this time. You&#39;ll get up and be shocked at how much you&#39;ve let everything go in your house, and you! Lets face it, You haven&#39;t showered in days and haven&#39;t shaved in weeks, AND you&#39;re still wearing the last t-shirt your husband wore when he was with you. Now, Don&#39;t panic. Just hop your little Tookus into the shower and stay in there for as long as you like, You need it.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what I like to call the &#39;Distraction&#39; Phase. You clean.. and clean.. and clean.. and then clean that spot again.. and then you sleep. Ladies, its not healthy. In order to feel better about yourself and to cope with your current situation, You need a healthy hobby. This can include, Running out your&amp;nbsp;frustrations, Writing your hubby every single day (you should probably be doing this anyway)&amp;nbsp;, Learning a new hobby, or going to school. There are plenty more to choose from. Be wise with your time, because after this you&#39;ll be moving so much, you wont know where the time went. If you have kids or a job its the PERFECT distraction. Just don&#39;t let your situation effect how you are with your job or your kids. If your kids are toddler age, they probably know that something is wrong and are very confused. Take this time to get to know them more and comfort them. You&#39;ll be surprised at how much it comforts you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half way mark: Everything Goes uphill from here. Your half way there and are no longer sulking in your own&amp;nbsp;misery! You go girl:D Start a count down, it helps the days seem faster. You&#39;ve made it this far already! You can almost feel his arms around you. Its okay to be excited:) You&#39;ll notice in the days to follow that your happier, have more energy and are shaving more. Take the next few weeks and workout. The last thing you want to do is feel fat, the first time he sees you because we all know he&#39;s going to be ripped... and that&#39;s intimidating.. and Sexy..&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a couple more days to go: You&#39;re almost there! Go shopping, get a sexy dress and something even sexier to go underneath it. Shave the night before and the morning of the day your going to see him. (If you need tips on shaving see this post:&lt;a href=&quot;http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/01/marriage-is-awkward-shaving.html&quot;&gt;http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/01/marriage-is-awkward-shaving.html&lt;/a&gt;) If you have kids, get a babysitter! You are going to want to spend his first day home Just with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He&#39;s home: Your heart is going to feel like its about to explode but Don&#39;t be so nervous, Don&#39;t fight, kiss him all that you can and remember that this time with him is precious. Don&#39;t wallow in the past and plan for a bright and happy future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of people ask me, Why do I do it? Because nights alone aren&#39;t permanent. Missing him reminds me that I&#39;m lucky to have someone to miss because I am not afraid to make sacrifices for true love. It hurts like hell. But that Hurt is only temporary, For a lifetime of heaven. Pure and simple heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are the back bone of the military. We have to be the strongest, We have to be the Bravest, So our Men can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, Marriage is Awkward and can be hard, Especially when your hubby is away, But you can do it. You can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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This has been weighing on my mind a lot recently And I am so sick of people falling for Douches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Women, WAKE UP! Men, GROW UP!&lt;/div&gt;
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Those few Nice men, STOP FALLING FOR THE USERS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Women who take advantage of the nice men, STOP TURNING THEM INTO JERKS!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lust vs. Love&lt;/div&gt;
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If your man wants nothing more then to spend time with you, Its Love.&lt;/div&gt;
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If your man would rather clean out his truck then be with you, its Lust.&lt;/div&gt;
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If your man controls you, beats you, or uses you, Its Lust.&lt;/div&gt;
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If your man cuddles you, kisses you, and wipes away your tears, Its Love.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why is it that so many people are in Lust relationships rather then love? Why is it that our society puts Lust up on a&amp;nbsp;pedestal&amp;nbsp;and Love is just something we dream of?&lt;br /&gt;
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Growing up I watched a lot of Disney Movies, Snow white is singing at a wishing well, The prince falls madly in love with her. In the end he awakens her with true loves kiss. Prince charming falls in love with Cinderella at a ball, Despite her fleeing the scene and being a peasant, he still marries her. Ariel Falls in love with prince Eric while he is on board his ship celebrating the day, the ship catches on fire and Ariel saves him from drowning. In the end, Eric saves Ariel from Ursula and they get married. The guy married another species! If That&#39;s not love, I don&#39;t know what is!&lt;br /&gt;
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Notice that none of these Woman had to take there clothes off for the princes to fall in love with them. Now-a-days on T.V. every other channel is someone screwing someone else! Come on America, are you really that desensitized to sex that its okay for you to sleep with a different person every night? No wonder why Teenage pregnancy is on the rise. Your T.V. shows condone it! The truth is, Sex is&amp;nbsp;glamorized, its something that everyone&#39;s doing. &quot;It makes you feel good&quot; but often times we act in the moment and don&#39;t realize the&amp;nbsp;consequences&amp;nbsp;of our actions before its to late. Random sex just makes you feel empty and alone. Try loving someone first.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many excuses for having random sex, the one that bothers me the most is: You NEED it... I am here to tell you, there is NO medical need for sex. Its mind over matter, and you have a hand don&#39;t you? Why go out, risk someone getting pregnant, risk contracting some sort of disease and come home feeling more empty and alone then you already did, all because you &quot;need&quot; sex? Break the mold, you are better then that. Don&#39;t lower your standards just because your body tells you too. Mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sex is a beautiful thing, and should be shared with someone that you Love. Not someone you just met. If you have any self respect you&#39;ll save yourself for when it really matters, so when you do end up having sex You feel the love and connection that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having sex with Multiple people makes you numb, Sleeping with one person that you love more then anything else? Its like nothing you&#39;ve ever&amp;nbsp;experienced before.&amp;nbsp;Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;
I waited for my husband, and I don&#39;t regret it one bit. You wont either. Even if you don&#39;t take my advice, at least use a condom. There are already enough children in the world without both parents. Think about their future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Marriage is awkward when you have to explain to your spouse how many people you&#39;ve slept with besides them.. But it doesn&#39;t have to be:) Find Love. Find love and Share it with them.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3779310212090854861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-is-awkward-lust-vs-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/3779310212090854861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/3779310212090854861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2012/02/marriage-is-awkward-lust-vs-love.html' title='Marriage is Awkward: Lust vs. Love'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-5140441569472678432</id><published>2012-01-11T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:04:19.991-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awkward"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hair"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="newly wed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="razors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shaving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young"/><title type='text'>Marriage is awkward: Shaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hello Everyone:) I apologize for not writing in so long, I hope this post will make up for it:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I don&#39;t know about you, but I despise shaving. It takes to long and comes back in two days anyway, so why even bother? That&#39;s what I said before I got married, Now I have a little more reason to shave. The Enticement of shaving is still the same for me.. Its annoying, But with shaving comes great and many things. (come on, you know my blog is about marriage:p)&lt;br /&gt;
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In order to fully understand the effect shaving has on the opposite sex I did a little experiment. Yes, that&#39;s right I didn&#39;t shave for an entire week... And I LOVED IT! Here you go ladies and men, A list of the Advantages and disadvantages of not shaving:&lt;br /&gt;
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Advantages: You&#39;re warmer, You don&#39;t have to continuously figure out what razors you&#39;ve already used and which ones you haven&#39;t, Less time shaving in the shower and More time soaking (Oh, how I love to soak), &amp;nbsp;Your husband cuddles with you when you have your clothes on a lot more:p You don&#39;t those nasty little red bumps caused by ingrown hair. Your clothes don&#39;t stick to your skin from your stubble of hair growing in. Your lady part isn&#39;t itchy from irritated skin. You finally get to live your dream of being &quot;Helga, the woman who can braid her armpit hair&quot;.. Okay so that last one was a joke, but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;
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Disadvantages: Lets be honest here, You don&#39;t feel beautiful. You hide your legs and wear long sleeve shirts. When your hubby wants some loving, You beg to cuddle because your so embarrassed. You don&#39;t dress up to go out. Even when your sitting on the couch and your hubby rests his hand on your leg, you find a reason to move. You loose a point of self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies, lets face it. We are a &quot;Hair free&quot; society. Men don&#39;t want to be with women who don&#39;t take care of themselves (unless there into&amp;nbsp;furies.. but that&#39;s a whole other blog) Shaving is one of those things that you need to do to feel good about yourself and have others not be disgusted by you. Now with that said, here are some tips for those of us who hate to shave, but secretly want to like it more.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. USE SHAVING GEL! I cannot even begin to tell you the difference in your skin when you switch from Regular soap to &quot;Big girl&quot; shaving gel. Its night and day. When you use shaving Gel you&amp;nbsp;eliminate one step to the shaving process, The lotion afterward. Buy a shaving gel that has lotion already in it. It nourishes your skin and also helps prevent ingrown hair and those nasty little&amp;nbsp;irritant&amp;nbsp;bumps.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. For the love of Women everywhere, get yourself a good razor. Men have 30 dollar razors just to shave&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp; faces. Don&#39;t you deserve a razor like that for all over your body? Most woman settle for the bulk razors that only cost 10 bucks for a package of 20. NO. If you use the disposable razors you are doing your skin more harm then good. Especially if you shave your lady area (I&#39;ll get to that part later) Disposable razors scratch your skin and can infect those scratches if used to many times. They&#39;re called disposable for a reason ladies! Try getting a three blade, flexible razor with lotion on the strip. Along with using shaving cream, this will keep your skin smooth and will prevent scratches and those red bumps I love ssoooo much &amp;gt;: l&lt;br /&gt;
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3.SOAK! Believe it or not, Warm water helps relax your skin, making it so shaving is easier and cutting yourself is less likely. Everyone loves to relax in the shower its also known to de-stressify you.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do these things I promise it&#39;ll help you love your skin and even make shaving more tolerable. Now if your like me, and still looking for a way out of shaving I have two solutions for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. WAAAAXXX.. Hurts like hell... But it lasts for weeks. Please don&#39;t go out and buy a kit at wal-mart thinking you know how to do it.. that&#39;s how accidents happen. Get one professionally done first and ASK QUESTIONS. In time you&#39;ll be able to do it to yourself, or even find a friend and have a waxing party:) but make sure you know what your doing first. There are already to many pictures of wax burns on google:)&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Permanent Hair removal: Now I don&#39;t know to much about this, only that its pretty expensive... But if I had the means, I would totally get it done. Although most websites say that it depends on the person skin whether its effective or not and also it includes many treatments.. eh.. if its permanent and it stays that way... I&#39;d still do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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WOMEN: (if your a man, or one of my innocent family members, Please skip this section)&lt;br /&gt;
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For those of you who do not shave your lady area (if you don&#39;t know what that is... please ask your mom or someone who can&amp;nbsp;assist&amp;nbsp;you) You should try it. Especially if your married and your husband hasn&#39;t ever experienced that, or its been a while. Shaving your &quot;Lady&quot; is known to increase the amount of sex you have and also increase the sensation of sex. Especially oral sex. If you ever want to spice it up one night, just do it. You wont regret it and your man will love the new look:) This look is commonly known as &#39;hard wood floors&#39; This is what I prefer. Also, If you do the &quot;Hard wood floor&quot; look There is a new fad called &quot;Vajazzle&quot; its basically just sticking jewels on yourself. Now, I don&#39;t know what effect this has.. But I&#39;ll let you know when I find out;)&lt;br /&gt;
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There are also other methods of spicing up your sex life by shaving. A shaving method called a &#39;landing strip&#39; is also common among women. Its basically a line of hair on your &quot;Lady&quot; So if you don&#39;t want to take the plunge to hard wood floors, but want something different I would&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;this or a heart shape.&lt;br /&gt;
A heart shape is basically what it sounds like, a heart shaped patch on your &quot;Lady&quot; Now if your still not into the shaving of your &quot;Lady&quot; but have always wanted to try oral use the &quot;underneath method&quot; Do I really have to explain that one?&lt;br /&gt;
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For Pete sake, Trim a little would ya? You like Women to be well groomed, you should do the same. Now, that doesn&#39;t mean, Go bald yourself up, but we would like it if your forest was a little more tamed. Traveling through the jungle isn&#39;t a pleasure of mine, And women would pull less hairs if you would trim!! And we would get less hairs in our mouths! Not only does trimming make your package look bigger (Nice perk) it actually makes you feel the sensations better. (who would have thought?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies, do yourself a favor, Plan a day, Draw a nice hot bath, light some candles, get some&amp;nbsp;exfoliating&amp;nbsp;soap, AND TREAT YOURSELF!! You deserve to feel like a Goddess, Every woman is worth it and deserves to feel beautiful. Believe me, The next time your husband touches your skin, He wont want to take his hands off you. &lt;br /&gt;
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Always remember, Marriage is awkward, But shaving doesn&#39;t have to be, if you do it right:)&lt;br /&gt;
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This Picture was on a website I was looking at, and I laughed at the description: &quot;What Does sleeping style of a couple tell about the relationship&quot; The article then&amp;nbsp;describes&amp;nbsp;each sleeping style and what it means. Here&#39;s the list of what they say each position means, and then I&#39;ll tell you my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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This position reveals that the passion is still alive and the love between the couple is still young and on a high.&lt;br /&gt;
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This position tells us that the couple is still trying to understand each other and&amp;nbsp;compromise&amp;nbsp;with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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This position reveals that both live in there own world and a lack of togetherness between them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Simply Drunk!&lt;br /&gt;
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This position reveals that both of them do care for each other and they do have their small world where they share everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are on a break.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;H. Doing Da&#39; Bump&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They are in a fight but still care about each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. The Dead Arm Dragon Breath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;This position means that about 30 Mins into sleeping, Your partners arm is going to fall asleep and then in an effort to keep his arm from falling off from the weight of your massive noggin, he&#39;ll try to be careful not to wake you by moving his arm really slow from underneath your head. But what he doesn&#39;t know is that, for the past 30 mins you&#39;ve been wide awake wishing he would stop breathing down &amp;nbsp;your neck and roll over already! This results in switching from position &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to position &lt;b&gt;G.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Death By Suffocation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I have never slept like this.. Did they get stuck that way and have no choice but to fall asleep? I mean, His arm is going to fall asleep, Her neck is going to be kinked in the morning, There is no room to move at all, let alone breathe! Does he realize that she is suffocating him with her neck!?! That is no way to die, being suffocated by &quot;The dead arm embrace of passion&quot; No thank you... I&#39;ll pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;C. The Mimic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Eeeeh.. This one is okay. The hand resting on the girls side is a bit creepy, and will eventually slide off during the night but other then that it seems like a good position. I&#39;ve slept like this and it&#39;s pretty relaxing. If you want to have a good nights sleep instantly, I would start out in a&amp;nbsp;position&amp;nbsp;like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;D. One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;This position means that she is use to sleeping on her stomach and he is use to sleeping on his back! it does not mean that there is a &quot;Lack of togetherness between them.&quot; Who comes up with this shiz? Honestly... It also probably means that once your husband is asleep he is going to start snoring. Whatever you do, DO NOT cover his mouth to prevent him from snoring, it results in an uncontrolled reaction. (I learned this the hard way) Lesson learned:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;E. To Dumb To Function&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;hahahaha, I have never been drunk before, and Never will be. I would imagine that I would probably be in the bathroom throwing up the whole night and then eventually fall asleep near the toilet... So if you took the girl out of this picture it would probably be accurate. Drinking means: Messy, Gross hair, Dirty sleep, that you can never remember or get back.... Just don&#39;t do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;F. Lovers Lullaby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I love love LOVE this position, although I can&#39;t fall asleep like this, Zac and I usually stay this way when we&#39;re talking right before we go to bed, and then when we start feeling really sleeping and our words turn into mumbles we separate to our sides and immediately fall asleep. :) I love this because hearing his heart beat before bed relaxes me. It&#39;s like a lovers Lullaby. Look at me... I&#39;m sooo Cheesy:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;G. Give Me My Space!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;This is how we usually sleep, we&#39;re both edge huggers so this works out well for us. Except, I steal the blanket more in this position Because I&#39;m on the edge of the bed, So I also have the very edge of the blanket. I have to be engulfed in the blanket in order to fall asleep. So all night long, its a tug-of-war between who gets the most of the blanket.. I usually win:) Along with position &lt;b&gt;C &lt;/b&gt;this is one where its easy to fall asleep, So if you want to fall asleep fast just pick a side:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;H. I Give Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;They&#39;re in a fight..&quot; You&#39;re kidding me right? (that rhymed) This position just means that he has more of the blanket then you do, So you scooted closer to him because you don&#39;t want to play tug-of-war anymore. its just a continuation of position &lt;b&gt;G.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No fighting involved. Now if you want a good fight position try &lt;b&gt;B. &lt;/b&gt;That way you&#39;re cutting off his air just enough that he can listen to you nag to him instead of talking back:p Or do what Zac and I do, and never go to bed angry. It helps with communication skills and doesn&#39;t leave you crying on the other side of the bed, wishing he would wake up and ask whats wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;There you have it. My version of positions and what they mean. If you&#39;re Feeling emotional before you go to bed just fix it and don&#39;t let your emotions control how uncomfortable your sleep is. Sleep is a very precious thing, don&#39;t waste it. One day You&#39;ll wake up to 12 little munchkins running around and regret not getting all the sleep you could when you had the chance! Stalk up on that sleep right now before its to late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d also like to say congrats to Lesley Johnson (who got married on the 9th) &amp;nbsp;Kacie Palmer, Ana &amp;amp; Spencer Keele, and Shelbie Canfield for getting married this weekend. And since I know I&#39;m not going to blog again for awhile, also a big congrats To Jesika Topham on the 11th!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Congrats Ladies! Just remember, Marriage can be awkward, But its also full of laughs, smiles and unconditional Love:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/4275751870611256070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/11/marriage-is-awkward-sleeping-positions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/4275751870611256070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/4275751870611256070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/11/marriage-is-awkward-sleeping-positions.html' title='Marriage is awkward: Sleeping Positions'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-5188921758456590612</id><published>2011-09-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:17:04.668-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="newly wed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pro con washing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shower"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="showering"/><title type='text'>Marriage is awkward: Showering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Seeing someone else naked for the first time is awkward enough right? Then when you add showering to the mix its a whole new ball game:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;All throughout growing up my parents have showered together, it wasn&#39;t ever weird for me I just thought that was what Married people do. At the tender age of 19, after I &quot;Grew up&quot; Of course I was going to keep the tradition in tact and shower with my husband. What Girl wouldn&#39;t? There are some pro&#39;s and con&#39;s to showering with someone else though, especially in a new marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt; Showering with someone else Conserves water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;(that&#39;s what everyone says) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con:&lt;/b&gt; You spend more time in the shower with someone else so you waste more water &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt;You now have a permanent back washer &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro/Con:&lt;/b&gt; Washing each others bodies usually leads to other things;) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt; You have someone to tell you if you still have&amp;nbsp;mascara all over your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con:&lt;/b&gt; You look like an Owl or one of the Kiss members in the process &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt; You get to&amp;nbsp;continually look at your spouse while he/she is naked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;(which isn&#39;t really different for me, Zac prefers nakedness to clothes anyway.) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con:&lt;/b&gt; While you&#39;re checking out he/she they are enjoying the&amp;nbsp;main stream of the water..leaving you out in the cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro: &lt;/b&gt;You get to bed earlier because you don&#39;t Have to wait for them to get out, so you can get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro/Con:&lt;/b&gt;There are NO traffic lines on the tub, so you bump&amp;nbsp;Into each other a lot. (which could be a pro,&amp;nbsp;depending on the mood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt; Shampoo lasts a whole lot longer with only 2 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con:&lt;/b&gt; Unless your one of those girls that squeeze half of the bottle out and put it on your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pro:&lt;/b&gt; You learn new cleaning tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con:&lt;/b&gt; You have to clean yourself twice as much because you don&#39;t want them to think you didn&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So there you have it folks! A couple Pro&#39;s and Con&#39;s about showering with your spouse! If you haven&#39;t done it, I suggest you do and if you have and want to add to my list just let me know! Always remember, Marriage gets less awkward as you go along, endure to the end and remember that little things go a long way:) And maybe you could think about sharing the hot water a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So why is farting in front of your spouse so awkward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno about you, but I have never heard Zac fart.. ever. Which is odd for me, because boys tend to fart more then girls.. but on the other side of the marriage totem-pole, Zac has never heard me fart. Now, I&#39;m not going to be a typical girl and say &quot;oh.. I don&#39;t fart, ever. that never happens to me.&quot; Ladies and Gentlemen, I know I look like the perfect little angel girl, but even angels Fart. Its just human nature:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/QzXaPHbAcPs?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that Girls are more embarrassed about Farting then Boys are? Lets face it, being gross and smelly is the mans job.. not the Ladies job. Men, Can you imagine Making out with your Girl and then Hearing her let a rip right in front of you? Or say your making love and it happens then? While most men think this is funny and just brush it off, Us Women immediately become embarrassed and self&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;about our&amp;nbsp;flatulence. I don&#39;t care what&amp;nbsp;psycho&amp;nbsp;girl you&#39;re dating that says she doesn&#39;t care if you fart. She cares. We just have to accept farting because it just happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, As men and women Get older they just don&#39;t seem to care anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Woah honey! That was&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;your brand!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&#39;Was that a wet one? you might want to check your pants&#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Man.. Those burritos are getting to me.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when you get really old and cant control it anymore you fart in the&amp;nbsp;weirdest&amp;nbsp;places. For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing up from a couch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting down on a couch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bending down to get something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down an aisle at the grocery store,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coughing. (this one makes me laugh every time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not farting in public is polite, but is it impolite to fart in front of your spouse or friends?&amp;nbsp;Once you Fart in front of your spouse one time, it sorta &quot;breaks the ice&quot; for farting. So stop holding it in! Go on and fart, Because eventually you wont be able to control it any more, and those ones are the worst smelling:)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/7528180901772998226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage-is-awkward-farting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/7528180901772998226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/7528180901772998226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage-is-awkward-farting.html' title='Marriage is awkward: Farting'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-3396001339696744918</id><published>2011-09-02T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:01:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello hello:) I&#39;m gonna start this one out by saying that I LOVE MY FAMILY. Through the ups and downs, the fights, forgiveness-es, and everything we&#39;ve been through together, the good times&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;weigh out the bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Daddy-O&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aka: Pills-berry dough boy, Faja, Helga, Chad, CJ, and Budda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Similar Traits&lt;/span&gt;: I am sooooo stubborn. Just like he is. I have a giving heart. Not as giving as he does but its there. I love to sing, and dance. I am very creative and can make anything out&amp;nbsp;of nothing. I have really big rib bones and a huge forehead. both traits of my dad. I have his eyes, nose, and his blonde hair (what little hair he has left) And I am very opinionated.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My Dads name is Chadley John Bird. He went to Springville High school, and Was considered a cow-boy Jock dude.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/180582_1845179132262_1324161301_32120136_6781527_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;308&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/180582_1845179132262_1324161301_32120136_6781527_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Dad is the most giving man in the whole world. Especially to his kids. He would do anything for us at the drop of a hat. Which got him in trouble sometimes with our Mom:) My dad is a full on&amp;nbsp;Renascence man. He can cook, clean, sew, build ships, do hair and makeup, He sings and dances. &amp;nbsp;He fixes cars, computers, and If you have a broken heart, his hugs fix everything. He is very proud of all of his kids and accomplishments. And Loves my Mom more than any man can love his wife, There&#39;s a bond there that I cant even comprehend. I guess that bond comes when you have kids and grow old with eachother. (yes, I&#39;m calling you both old) &amp;nbsp;Growing up, I always wanted to marry a man like my daddy. I think I&#39;ve found one in Zac:) I will always be my Daddy&#39;s little girl. He has always known how to make me laugh and always held me when I&#39;ve cried. I love you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mother Dearest&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(she hates when I call her that, it makes her feel old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aka: Mommy, Mama, Midget Mac, oompa loompa, Eesa, Yoda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Similar traits&lt;/span&gt;: I have my moms exact Temper. When I feel threatened or mad, I retract into my shell, I go quiet and just think. Everyone says I look exactly like my mom:) I&#39;m small like her. not as small, but small:) I have her personality, very outgoing. I have her &quot;getting things done&quot; drive. My mom and I think alot alike, and are easily offended but don&#39;t show it. We are very polite towards others and very friendly. I also Love to help people in need. I like to think I have my moms heart. There is alot of room in there for everyone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My Moms name is Lisa Eden Bird (Lisa, thats where I get my middle name from) She went to Payson High School, and Was considered a Preppy Drill team girl:)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/221770_2032064964291_1324161301_32395799_1209091_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/221770_2032064964291_1324161301_32395799_1209091_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;211&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom is the most accepting woman in the world. If anyone needs help, she&#39;s there. It doesn&#39;t matter if she doesn&#39;t know you very well, or if she doesn&#39;t like you very much. If you need her, She will be there. My mom has a huge heart, And loves without fail. She doesn&#39;t take sides, and she listens with more than just her ears but by being there. My mom LOVES kids! She&#39;s a first grade teacher, she kinda has to like them a little bit. She also Loves her family unconditionally, I&#39;ve made so many mistakes in my life, I would understand if my parents didn&#39;t love me. but not this set of parents, they have always loved me no matter what. My parents have supported me in EVERYTHING I do. Even if they didn&#39;t think it was a good idea. I have said some things to my mom that I wish I could take back.(I think most Mom/daughter relationships have this happen at one point or another) She does so much for me and there has been moments when I&#39;ve just snapped at her. So I guess this is me&amp;nbsp;publicly&amp;nbsp;apologizing to her for getting frustrated at her because of a difference of opinion. I&#39;m sorry Mom. I took you for granted far to often. I wish I could repay you for all the things you&#39;ve done for me. You are my rock. and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
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My parents Met at a drive in movie theater when They were in high school. I know my mom will say this isn&#39;t how it happened.. but She flung herself out of the car and yelled &quot;Hey boys!&quot; Needless to say, my Dad was in the &#39;boy&#39; car that night. My parents made out during that entire movie... sick. My mom always says that my Dads kissing was how she knew he was special.. again.. gross.. So after the Make out session My Dad drove my Mom home. Little Did he know, my mom lived clear out in Spring lake, which is about 45 minutes from where they were at the time. When they finally got to the house, my mom was getting out of the car and my Dad said &quot;I&#39;m going to marry you.&quot; And Folks.. That&#39;s where it all began! On December 11th 1987 ( I think) My parents were married in the Jordan River temple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Colton Chadley Bird Was born on August 17th, 1989 (the first child of many) If your keeping up, you&#39;ll notice that Colton&#39;s Middle name is the same as my dads. Colt is JUST LIKE MY DAD! if my dad had a cloning machine, his &quot;Mini-Me&quot; would be Colton. And my Dad definently spoils him like his clone:) Growing up, the memory that sticks out in my mind about Colt, is that he has a big heart and alot to offer. He has never been the person that leaves someone out of the group. He is a very humble person, and very easy to talk too. He&#39;s come a long way to be the person that he is, and I am very proud of him. I love you Colt:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eureka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(Eureka good as gold)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1976/28/52/1324161301/n1324161301_30262574_5211.jpg?dl=1&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1976/28/52/1324161301/n1324161301_30262574_5211.jpg?dl=1&quot; width=&quot;141&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erika Lenereaux Bird was born on September 29th, 1990 And her nickname suits her well. If you cut her open and took out her heart I&#39;m sure it would be made of pure gold. She is undoubtedly the most unselfish person, I have ever met. She gets her temper from my dad though:p I wish I could be as giving as Erika is. She isn&#39;t afraid to be who she is, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can shove off. She is GOREGOUS! &amp;nbsp;I have to plaster a whole lot of makeup on my face to look as good as this girl does naturally. Dont even get me started on her hair... SOOO JEALOUS.. sigh.. if only. Erika and I are the best of friends. we can go from singing at the top of our lungs to having a heart to heart conversation within minutes. I love you Erika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(the little brother is always the favorite and the most spoiled.. its just how it is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1976/28/52/1324161301/n1324161301_30262576_5849.jpg?dl=1&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;158&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1976/28/52/1324161301/n1324161301_30262576_5849.jpg?dl=1&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dallan John Bird Born&amp;nbsp;February 17th, 1994. Dallan is the person I went to and talked to about anything, and he did the same for me. We would literally stay up all night talking about what was on our minds. Dal Gives the same hugs as my dad does. You know, the ones that make every bad thing in the world just disappear? Dal also has a big heart (I think thats a common trait in our family) He loves with no regard to himself. He knows who he is, and doesn&#39;t care what anyone else thinks about it.&amp;nbsp;He loves to love (like me!) Dallan is a mix of both my mom and dad. He&#39;s very understanding like my mom, but has a temper like my dad. He&#39;s always there for you and supports you in anything you choose to do. I love you Dal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/163871_1796001302847_1324161301_32026021_6200951_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/163871_1796001302847_1324161301_32026021_6200951_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Savvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(the new addition to the Bird clan, Welcome to the family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Savannah Schindler Bird Born Feb 10th, 1992 If God created a twin for me, made her 50% darker and a little more hyper, that would be Savannah:) Savvy is Married to Colt (Awww, now you see the connection) They were Married May 14th, 2011. Savannah is amazing. She and Colt go together so well and really&amp;nbsp;compliment eachother as a couple. She is very fun and easy going and fits into the craziness of our family:) I love you Savvy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(I don&#39;t care what you say Zac, this is a cute nickname!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282175_2226655308928_1324161301_32603430_679304_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282175_2226655308928_1324161301_32603430_679304_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;116&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachry Austin Gavin Born April 7th, 1992. (yes, I am older than him, thanks for noticing) This Husband of mine is alot like my father, he cares so deeply for me and would do literally ANYTHING for me. Zac has one thing that none of us possess.. Patience. Zac and I have never once gotten it a fight. I&#39;ve never heard him yell,&amp;nbsp;not even raise his voice at me. Its like he doesn&#39;t have a temper. He loves to talk:) and we talk about EVERYTHING. It bugs him when I don&#39;t tell him whats on my mind. We tease each other all the time. The word &#39;Jerk&#39; is used everyday in our household. Zac loves Video games (thats why Zac and Dallan get along so well) He is very noble and stands up for what is right. Zac is selective to whom he gives his love too. Unlike me, he doesn&#39;t throw it out to just anyone. He is very protective of himself and his family. Zac is the sweetest man I have ever had the&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;of being with, he Kisses me whenever he gets the chance and is constantly telling me that he loves me. Literally he will say it 20 to 50 times a day, Even when we were just dating. Zac is very silly and we are constantly running around the house chasing each other:) And he wants 6 kids.. okay that last bit was a lie..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s my family for you. We have our ups and downs and we&#39;re not perfect, but who is? Its hard being away from the people I love. It gets lonely at times, but there&#39;s a bond between family that you cant duplicate. Its like wherever I am, I feel them with me. I feel their Love. And a Families Love is Eternal:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;426&quot; src=&quot;https://s-hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/282469_2238013712881_1324161301_32615235_3714874_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/feeds/3396001339696744918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/09/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/3396001339696744918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352014429049293020/posts/default/3396001339696744918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamillegavin.blogspot.com/2011/09/family.html' title='Family:)'/><author><name>Kamille Gavin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16957681372481752555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ik1xaIvn8hgRHZDeiY1FcTMQNkyNX2ogqk_gry0CpIibnF8PV26b4hh01qgQ8ltIn64X2M4xhJBb1aTeNiwMw-6mD2YD9-uL2F_7ZiejpjmJf9Ce_6wWMWDRQUeRgWY/s220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352014429049293020.post-8054932753156615567</id><published>2011-09-01T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T11:30:39.783-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young engaged pregnant"/><title type='text'>19 and engaged?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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You&#39;re too young.. how far along are you?... you must be pregnant.. your only getting married for sex.. he&#39;s only marrying you because mormon girls don&#39;t put out... You&#39;ll be&amp;nbsp;divorced&amp;nbsp;within the year... your mom must be so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s the thing. All of these things were said TO MY FACE.. I came home crying multiple times for being&amp;nbsp;accused&amp;nbsp;of things I didn&#39;t even know I was doing. The prego thing for example.. Do I look pregnant to you? have I ever looked pregnant? Its odd that strangers know my body more then I do.. But you know, I can understand why anyone would think that. 19 is young to be getting married. Even for Utah its young, and the teenagers that are getting married now days are either knocked up, or... no, that&#39;s just it, they forgot to use a condom... So yes, it makes sense that I was accused of these things, because in our day and age it seems like young love doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;exist. only lust does. With that being said, let me explain the real reason I decided to get married so young...&lt;br /&gt;
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Zachry Gavin. Its an&amp;nbsp;ancient&amp;nbsp;story that long long ago in a kingdom just down the road from where he once lived, there was a knight...a noble dragon slaying knight in all his glory, a knight who&amp;nbsp;conquered&amp;nbsp;the globe protecting the innocent and giving back to the poor. &amp;nbsp;His Name?. Sir Gavin... you know, Zac is so much better at telling this story then I am.. (prepare for some mushy love stuff) The First time I met Zac was in Mrs.Hartley&#39;s History class my sophomore year of high school, He had the craziest hair in the world.. And was super shy around me. This was the jist of our conversation..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: &amp;nbsp;&quot;Hi, I&#39;m Kamille&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Zac: &quot;.... I&#39;m Zac............*drool*....&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Zac: &quot;.... *eyes widen*.... *DROOL*....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: &quot;See you later Zac&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Needless to say, we needed to work on our communication skills. Later in the year we started talking more and became really great friends, and have been ever since:) See, From that first Moment Zac and I have always had a crush on eachother, But were always to shy to tell the other person, Or one of us would have a boyfriend/girlfriend at the time So we never had the chance too express how we really felt. The only 2 people who knew was my Best friend Tiffanie Vincent And Zac&#39;s Best Friend Felipe. Long story short, some things happened and some more stuff happened, blah blah blah and we ended up being together at the end of our senior year. I&#39;d say that I&#39;ve always loved Zac. I just didn&#39;t know how much until I actually got the chance to be with him. We went from being Friends to being&amp;nbsp;inseparable&amp;nbsp;within the span of 3 years. I&#39;d say thats some &quot;Rock Solid&quot; Love right there. haha Get it?? &quot;Rock solid??&quot; cuz we went to Spanish Fork high??? teehee:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyways, All good things must come to an end. 2 weeks after we graduated Zac was being shipped off to the army and I would be in Utah.. with no Zackers.. We had just 2 weeks to cram in all the love I could muster that would get him through Basic without forgetting what we had. Sooo I did what any Teenage girl would do. One night we were talking to eachother and kissing and stuff... hey... teenagers kiss... &amp;nbsp;I looked into his eyes and asked him if he would marry me. To this day, I still remember the shocked expression on his face, and then a huge smile and a nod. So just putting this out there, I asked Zac to marry me first:) We talked more in depth and decided that running away that second and getting married in vegas wasn&#39;t really a smart thing to do so we held off for a while:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Zac and I had been looking at rings for a while and eventually we found the perfect one. So I knew that something was going to happen but I didn&#39;t know when or how. For new years Eve my family always has a huge party at our house. With friends and family, fireworks,&amp;nbsp;Karaoke, yummy food, and CONFETTI!!(my favorite part) So we were all upstairs gathered around the T.V. counting down to new years. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... and then Zac turns to me and says &quot;Kamille will you marry me?&quot; I looked up at him (he&#39;s quite a bit taller then me) and said...&quot;WHAT?!?&quot; then He got on one knee and held the ring up to me... so I looked around at everyone... covered my face so I wouldn&#39;t start crying and then helped Zac up and gave him a big ol&#39;kiss. He looked at me, smiled and asked &quot;Is that a yes?&quot; YES!!! yes!!! thats a yes! and then he put the ring on my finger and we hugged for a long while... and then I immediately ran down stairs and facebooked about it:p (not very romantic but thats me for you)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Which meant I had to plan our wedding.. via email and picture messages with him. but hey! it turned out pretty nice I think:) We were married on July 2nd, 2011 at the springville art museum.. When I saw him down the aisle from me, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. I stood across from him and thought &quot;WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING?!?&quot; (later I found out that he thought the exact same thing) but once he put his hand in mine, I knew that this was what I wanted. That a life without Zac, would feel like an empty candy jar, cold, of no importance and easily thrown away. Zac is my reason for my smile. The man who lifted me up from where I was and put me on a&amp;nbsp;pedestal&amp;nbsp;of love. He is My best friend, Not alot of people get the chance to marry there best friend. I took advantage of that moment, and bound our hearts together as one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ladies and gentlemen, that is why I am 19 and married, because I want to grow up with the man I love right by my side. I eternally love you Zachry, with everything I have and everything I hope to have.&lt;/div&gt;
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I figure every good friendship starts off with an intro, so here I go:&lt;br /&gt;
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My Name is Kamille Lisa Bird Gavin.. (whew, that&#39;s a mouth full) I was born March 8th, 1992 to the one and only Chadley and Lisa Bird. I guess that makes me 19 now, (you parental units are old.) Most of you don&#39;t know this about me (cuz I&#39;m good at faking &quot;Normal&quot;)&amp;nbsp;When I was 2 years old I was diagnosed with J.R.P.I.S.A&amp;nbsp;Juvenile,&amp;nbsp;Rheumatoid,Polyarticular,&amp;nbsp;Idiopathic,&amp;nbsp;Systemic,&amp;nbsp;Arthritis. They&#39;ve tacked on some words over the years but this is what its come too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Basically, Inside this hott smokin body of mine, a cell war is raging on. Bones,&amp;nbsp;cartilage, In full attack mode&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;deteriorating&amp;nbsp;as time slowly ticks on. Not to mention, its also in my eyes, How would you feel if at any second you could go blind or fall and NEVER BE ABLE TO GET BACK UP.(I&#39;m such an old hag.) Yes.. I&#39;m dying. But who isn&#39;t? &amp;nbsp;Hey! wipe that sad expression off your face. this isn&#39;t a pitty blog, I prefer to look at the bright side of things...uh... at least I dont have aides:)&amp;lt;---see, bright side:)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I am the 3rd of 4 kids, Colton, Erika, and Dallan are my 3 other siblings.. and yes, Dallan is the most spoiled:) My favorite color is Yellow, even though everyone thinks its pink, I dont like pickles, tomatos, or rude people. My biggest fear in life is being alone, And I am terrified of heights.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I am very easy going, spontaneous, honest, enlightening, encouraging, hard-headed, active, fun, and Loving.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Kamille = Love&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;
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