tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54425235569029594132024-03-19T06:26:43.050-04:00Pink PlaidThis is blog of the adventures of a crafty girl who procrastinates waaaaay too much.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10544810646810793688noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442523556902959413.post-63714512647297536872012-09-07T18:05:00.001-04:002012-09-07T18:05:35.620-04:00The best thing I ever made!<br />
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Hi friends. Hope you're all enjoying your summer. I've been on a hiatus for quite some time so I figured I'd give you an update on what's been going on in my life....<br />
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My due date was Monday, June 25th. Monday came and went. So did Tuesday and most of Wednesday. No baby. I finally had a doctor's appointment on late Wednesday. The doctor examined me and said, "we need an exit plan." He told me that they would have to induce me the next day. I cried for hours. When I finally calmed down I called my Mom & gave her the news. She asked me why I was so upset. I told her I wasn't ready, that I needed more time to prepare. She basically told me to suck it up & that I had 9 months so it was time to have this kid. <br />
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I went into the hospital on Thursday night for my induction. Around 5pm on Friday the little man still hadn't made his grand entrance. I knew in my heart I would need a c-section so I started asked for one. I was told that they were going to do everything they could to help me go naturally. Fast forward 12 uncomfortable hours later....<br />
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The doctor came in and said he had some bad news. He said the baby just wasn't progressing and wasn't dropping the way they expected. They would have to do a c-section. Really dude? I asked for one twelve hours ago!! And then the kicker....he said, and I quote, "we have someone in line ahead of you for a c-section. Can you just stay here and hang out?" Ummmm, where the hell did you think I was going??? <br />
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On Saturday, June 30th at 6:02am my little Nugget (aka Liam Andrew) finally came into the world. It was the happiest moment of my life by far. He brings me so much joy and I honestly can't remember life before he was born. <br />
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Everyone told me to enjoy every moment because it goes by so quickly. I never really believed it. Now I see how true that is. It's been about 10 weeks since that amazing day. Where did the time go? Next week is my last week of my maternity leave. I wish we had the money so I could stay home. We just don't so back to work I go. Sad me. <br />
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I'm so excited for the next chapter of my life. I have a lot of things in the works, so I hope you join me as I learn how to juggle being a new mom, a wife, working and crafting. For those of you who followed me on the old blog (kellydunne) please note that I changed the name so I think you will need to re-follow me. Sorry for the inconvenience. <br />
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Happy Friday. Have a great weekend!<br />
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I'm really nervous about becoming a Mom. I worked at a preschool for years, and I was a nanny too. Not to mention I had a long high school career of babysitting. I remember watching a newborn when I was probably in 9th grade. Someone trusted me enough to pay me good money in HIGH SCHOOL to watch their newborn. I wasn't afraid then but I'm terrified now. Maybe because he's mine? I don't know...but I keep having dreams that I drop him or bang his little head into a wall. Uggg. The closer I get to my due date the more I freak out.<br />
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The labor and delivery part scares me as well. I'm so not looking forward to it. I have been having terrible nightmares about that too. My doctor is requiring that Hubby and I attend a birthing education class next weekend. They even show you the tools that they may use during labor. No thank you. The less I know the better. <br />
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I'm trying really hard to distract myself from thinking about the class. I have a baby shower to go to this weekend and the weekend after the dreaded class we're going to a family BBQ. This weekend is Mothers Day and I need to figure out what to get my Mom and Mother-in-law. Shopping trip! So I'm trying to focus on those fun things instead of the class. It's not really working but I'm pretending it does.<br />
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I saw this story online the other day and it really warmed my heart. I love a good pit bull story!<br />
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Lily looks just like my Maddy dog so it made me smile even more. I'm sure she would do the same for me....if I had cheese in my pocket. :)<br />
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Maddy almost made me puke the other day. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when all of the sudden I smelled poop. I thought she might have been sick and couldn't hold it so I ran around trying to find her mess. Nothing. Then I figured she must have been gassy. Nope. I realized she was licking her mouth. OH MY GOD!! She ate the cat's poop out of the litter box. Barf. Barf. Barf!<br />
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On that note...Happy Friday! Haha.<br />
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It's not often that I can say I've had a truly terrific week...but this is one of them. I feel so lucky, loved and blessed. What a great feeling! <br />
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My baby shower was last Saturday. It was a fantastic day. Liam got so many presents it was honestly a bit overwhelming but very appreciated. The kid will never need another bib in his life! And I'm pretty sure he has more clothes than my husband and I combined. :) My sister-in-law, Jackie, had people bring diapers for a raffle. For each package you brought your name was entered into a raffle for (as she likes to say) a fabulous prize. I wish I would have taken pictures of all the diapers we got. There were TONS. I was especially excited because a good percentage of them were organic or natural. Yay. Since Liam's room isn't done yet half of the gifts ended up at my parent's house and half is at our house. Maybe I will try to get a picture when everything eventually makes its way back to my house.<br />
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I seriously don't know what I would have done without Jackie. Saturday after the shower she helped me organize everything into piles. Then she took me to several stores on Sunday to return stuff. I still don't understand how it happens since we had a registry...but we got several duplicates. And if I'm being honest, we got a few gifts that weren't on the registry which I didn't like. (Whoops) By the end of the day on Sunday I had credits at Babies R Us, Target and Walmart. Now I just need to figure out what we need so I can go back and spend my credit. It's burning a hole in my wallet!<br />
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One of my best friends, Annie, is pregnant too. Most of our friends had babies years ago so it's fun to be able to share this with her. She just found out she's having a boy too. I'm so excited! Liam made his first BFF already!<br />
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As excited as I am to go on maternity leave and not to work for 3 entire months, I'm dreading it. I don't get paid one cent. We've been trying to save money here and there but we're not really the best at it. I try not to think about it because it really stresses me out. Yesterday at work my boss asked me if I wanted to work part-time from home when I'm out on leave. I seriously almost jumped across the conference room table and hugged him. Yay! I can be home and still work a little so we will have some extra cash. Thank god!! <br />
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I was so happy leaving work yesterday that I knew I was smiling from ear to ear. I got home and there was a big package sitting on my porch. The part-time sales rep at my company told me she ordered us a gift and it was being shipped today. I figured it just came early. I opened it and read the card. It was from one of my clients. How nice is that? I couldn't believe it! It was so thoughtful of her. <br />
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I'm such a lucky girl and it's been a great week. I feel like this was a giant Happy List post instead of a confession but it's Friday so confession it is. :)<br />
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These hormones are insane sometimes. I'm sure everyone knows that but I like to believe that I've never once been hormonal during my pregnancy. HA! <br />
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Take for instance, last night. I usually sleep on my left side with a body pillow in between my legs. Maddy dog shares my pillow and has her head near my belly. (I really think she senses something has happened to me because she's been extra protective of me the past few months). Since I was tossing and turning so much I annoyed her and she went to sleep near my husband. I literally cried. Yes, you heard that right. I cried because my dog slept closer to my husband than me. Oh the horror. <br />
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For some odd reason I am obsessed with Giuliana and Bill Rancic. I seriously don't know why. I never watched the Apprentice. I hardly ever watch E! News or Fashion Police but yet my DVR is set to record their show every week on the Style Network. I went online the other day and I saw the news that they were expecting their first child via a gestational carrier. I was so happy for them I cried. A full on cry at work...over strangers I've never met. Hahaha. What is wrong with me??<br />
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I was a sap before getting pregnant. I probably would have cried even if I wasn't.<br />
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Tomorrow is my baby shower and I'm so excited to see everyone. If my bridal shower was any indication, my baby shower will be amazing. My sister-in-law, bestie and cousin always spoil me. I'm such a lucky girl.<br />
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I've sorta been stalking my registry. I tried really hard not to.....but... I couldn't help it. Mmmmmhahhaaha. So yea, I pretty much know what we've got for Liam and what we still need to get before he is born. <br />
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The thoughts in my brain are pretty random and jump all over the place so.... <br />
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I read <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/">Mamarazzi's</a> confession today and she always cracks me up. I scrolled down to read older posts that I had missed when I was too busy working and didn't have time to keep up with her blog. <br />
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She announced another swap. :( Damn it. I really wanted to participate in one. I was going to plead my case and everything, since I"m a newbie. But I missed the deadline. Next time. I swear it! You can't see it but I'm shaking my fists. <br />
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Ok, I'm really not, but I've read the posts and saw all the cool stuff people send each other. It looks like so much fun. I really hope I can do it next time. <br />
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Most days I drag myself out of bed at the very last possible second. Today I'm up an hour and a half early. Why you ask? Because today is massage day at work! Boss man says that morale is way down in the office so he is bringing in a massage therapist once a month, every month, starting today. Hooray. Being preggo, I can't even tell you how bad everything aches. I cannot wait for my massage. Oh yea, I am a HAPPY girl today. <br />
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Speaking of being pregnant, I don't know if I've mentioned it but in my Hubby's family we have 3 babies due within 2 months of each other. His cousin, Becky, is due June 1st, I'm June 25th and our sister-in-law, Amber is due July 22nd. It's a very HAPPY and exciting time for all of us. Hubby isn't particularly close to his family which is so odd to me because I'm so close to mine. I'm really trying to bond with Becky and Amber because we're all going through the same thing at the same time. I feel like this experience has brought me closer to Becky and I'm really HAPPY about that.<br />
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Becky is (well was, she had to stop for obvious reasons) a volunteer firefighter, as is her brother and I'm pretty sure her father. Her grandfather was the fire chief for years and years. He just retired last summer. I was walking through Walmart yesterday to buy some new socks when I spotted this adorable little number:<br />
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It was randomly in the front of the baby section, all alone. How perfect is this for her little fire fighter? Christopher is going to look adorable in it. I searched for a bigger size but none were anywhere to be found. Oh well. I cannot wait to give it to her at her shower. I guess I need to really get shopping for her baby shower. It's coming up in a few weeks. I love putting baskets together so I'm pretty sure that's what I'm going to do for her as well. HAPPY!<br />
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I need to get ready for work...don't want to be late on massage day! <br />
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Hubby doesn't wear ties that often, or ever, so I went to a thrift store and found a few colorful patterned ties. I thought they would be a bit cheaper (they were $4.00 each) but I guess even the Salvation Army needs to make some money. I knew the ties needed to be 100% silk (or some said "all silk") in order to work.<br />
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First I dissected the ties and removed the guts. Yep, I said it. You have to cut away all the inside fabric from the silk. Then I cut them up into sizes big enough to cover an egg. <br />
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I wrapped the eggs in the scraps of silk and used a rubber band to secure them tightly. As I got to the skinnier part of the tie it became more difficult to wrap the egg in an entire piece. I improvised and made a cross shape which seemed to work out fine.<br />
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Some of the tutorials I've seen online say your next step is to cover the entire egg in thread or to cover it with a piece of fabric such as an old pair of pantyhose. There was no reason given for this so I skipped it. I feel like if you can't tell me why I need to do something, then I won't. I'm pretty damn stubborn that way.<br />
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Next I placed the eggs into a pot of boiling water that had about 2 tablespoons of vinegar added to it. I didn't measure exactly, I just poured. :) I let them simmer for 20 minutes. I read that for better results you can simmer longer, up to 40 minutes. I needed to be somewhere & I was pressed for time so 20 minutes it was. <br />
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After the eggs have simmered for your desired time, allow them to cool and unwrap them. I have to admit, I was like a kid on Christmas. I was so excited to see what each would look like. I placed the eggs on a paper towel until they were completely dried.<br />
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Here are a few tips I've learned: <br />
1. Make sure you buy your eggs the day before Easter. It was slim pickings at several grocery stores near me. I literally bought the last carton of eggs in my neighborhood. Of course they were the expensive organic, extra omega something or others...but they were eggs none the less.<br />
2. I think covering the eggs with the tread might have been a good option. I assume it may have helped the silk to stay in contact with the egg a little better, thus transfering a better pattern.<br />
3. I still have no idea what the hell the pantyhose does.<br />
4. You shouldn't eat these eggs. They are for decoration ONLY. I saw some fiber artist talking about how it's not a good idea. Also, she says that you should dye these in a separate pot that you would use normally. Luckily I had an old dye pot from when I was in school for textile design. <br />
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Here is the final result. I think they look so pretty on my table in the DIY thriftstore dessert stand I made. :) <br />
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Happy Easter everyone. Hope the Easter bunny is good to you!<br />
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For some reason my button isn't working..so I'm linking upto the <a href="http://mrsfoxssweets.blogspot.com/2012/03/bunny-hop-easter-link-party.html">bunny-hop Easter link party</a> with <a href="http://www.happyhourprojects.com/">Happy hour projects</a> and <a href="http://mrsfoxssweets.blogspot.com/">Mrs. Fox's sweets.</a>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10544810646810793688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442523556902959413.post-6594119571944641782012-04-06T12:40:00.000-04:002012-04-06T12:40:36.022-04:00Friday Confessional<center><a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g328/OurDandelionWishes/FridayConfessionalMamarazzi.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
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Technology wasn't my friend this week. Hubby called me the other day and said that he sent me 4 texts and wanted to know why I hadn't answered them. I never got any texts from him, or from anyone else. This went on for several days until someone suggested I take out the battery and reinstall it. Bam! 20 text messages showed up. How annoying.<br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
To further my case, my new laptop is sitting next to my desktop and I feel like it's laughing at me. I set it all up and tried to get online and nothing. I couldn't remember my wireless internet password. I called our internet provider to have them reset the password. After being on hold for a half hour they said they couldn't help me. The suggested I call the company who makes my modem. So I called the modem company. Another 15 or so minutes later they say they can't help me either. They told me to call my internet provider. Uggg. Can someone just reset my damn password? <br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
I've been working about 6 days a week so I needed some time away from my office. I took off today to get some projects done around the house. Hubby is out buying a new weed wacker and then getting gas for the lawn mower...and I'm sitting here catching up with my favorite blogs. Hehe. <br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
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I'm still waiting on those magic cleaning elves to show up. I reaaaaaaaaaaaally don't feel like cleaning today. It's way too nice out. <br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
I did clean the bathroom this morning so it should count for something. Right?<br />
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I really do want to clean the house just so I have room in the kitchen to dye Easter eggs. I've seen a few DIY posts about dyeing eggs using silk ties. I went to the trift store and got a few last night. I'm super excited to try it. I'm hoping it works out...and if it does I will post some pictures. <br />
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<strong><em>I Confess...</em></strong><br />
Hubby just called to see if I needed anything from the store. That means he'll be home in about 5 minutes. I should at least pretend to be doing something productive!<br />
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Happy Friday everyone!<br />
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Crazymama is asking the questions this week and this is what she wants to know:<br />
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{1} What is your favorite Easter tradition?<br />
{2} Tell us about your Easter meal.<br />
{3} Do you decorate for Easter?<br />
{4} Your Easter basket is not complete without....<br />
{5} Are you getting an Easter dress?<br />
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Here are MY answers... <br />
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{1} What is your favorite Easter tradition? <br />
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Sadly, I don't have any traditions. I hope to start some fun ones next year once our little guy is here. I've always loved Easter egg hunts so maybe we will do that. <br />
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{2} Tell us about your Easter meal. <br />
We split the day between my husband's family and mine. His Mom makes random stuff, most of which I'm not a big fan of. (Whoops, did I really say that??) I do, however, LOVE her garlic mashed potatoes. And hubby's step-dad makes his own pickles....sooooo good! My Mom is such a good cook, it's insane. It definitely skipped me. She makes ham and turkey (which I don't eat because I'm a vegetarian but I hear they are amazing) plus tons of sides. She rotates the sides depending on what she's in the mood for. I'm always stuffed and super happy! <br />
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{3} Do you decorate for Easter? <br />
Most years I do. This year I didn't simply because I'm pregnant. I'm working on getting the baby's room done and cleaning the house up for his arrival. I don't want to be climbing in the attic and dragging more stuff out. <br />
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{4} Your Easter basket is not complete without....<br />
Peanut butter cups. Chocolate and peanut butter...nothing better!<br />
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{5} Are you getting an Easter dress? <br />
Not anymore. I did when I was little. I always got a new dress, shoes, a hat and a purse. I loved getting dressed up back in the day. I always love seeing all my friends' kids dressed up in their Easter finery...too cute! <br />
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Hope everyone is having a great day!<br />
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Baby Liam's estimated date of arrival on the outside world is T minus 90 days. My pregnancy has been a blessing and a curse but I wouldn't have it any other way. Ok, maybe a little less morning sickness but mostly I've been counting my blessings. <br />
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I will fully admit, I am a bit of a slob. Technically that's an understatement. I am a huge slob. Before my hubby moved in, he was a neat freak. I've slowly converted him into my dark ways. Mmmmmmhhahahahaaha. I can remember being very young and getting in trouble for having such a messy room. I'm no where close to the people you see on "Hoarders"....but I guess if I'm being honest, I'm not that good either. I'm sure people can read into it however they want. The truth is, I'm just lazy. I don't like to clean up after myself. I keep hoping the magic elves will just show up when I go to bed and clean for me. It never happens though. I know it's sad. I keep saying once the baby is born things will be different. I really hope it is. <br />
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Last month I started freaking out for no reason at all. I felt like I needed the baby's room done ASAP. We had rip up wood paneling and carpet. We needed to put up dry wall and spackle, sand, prime and paint. (And please know when I say <em>we</em>, I really mean <em>hubby</em>.) I needed the house cleaned, top to bottom, right then and there. What the heck was going on with me? This behavior was so not me. I'm normally the biggest procrastinator on the planet. I've still got 3 months before he's born. Three entire months. That's plenty of time. <br />
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I really couldn't stop obsessing with getting the room done. And Hubby has made some amazing progress (pictures to follow)! We started painting today. And yes, this time I mean we as in both of us. Don't worry, we used a no VOC paint and I wore a mask for extra protection. The room needs a few more coats and he needs to lay down the flooring. I <em>should </em>be a happy girl. But something inside of me is twitching. It's not enough. We need to get more done and faster. <br />
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Ok, seriously. What is wrong with me? What makes a procrastinator turn her ways 180 degrees? <br />
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The answer is simple. Apparently, I'm nesting. I had heard the term before but I didn't really believe in it. I mean, come on. Nesting? I'm not a bird. I <a href="http://www.parentingweekly.com/pregnancy/pregnancy-symptoms/nesting-instinct.htm">read up on it</a> and was pretty shocked. It all sounds like me. Hooray, I'm not a freak! It's just one more amazing thing happening to my mind and body on my path to motherhood. Wow!<br />
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Hope you all had a great weekend!<br />
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It has been quite some time since my last post. I sorta took a short hiatus from blogging. I wasn't feeling well. I was... Oh heck....<br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I am 20 weeks pregnant! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Some of you might remember my <a href="http://kellydunne.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-confessional-this-sucks.html">struggle to get pregnant</a> (which funny enough, was a topic on another Friday Confessional!). I'm so happy to say that is all behind me and I did kick infertility's ass. :) <br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I had a realllllllllllllllllly rough 1st trimester. I was sick all day, every day. Whoever invented the phrase "morning sickness" should be shot. It was morning, noon and night. If I wasn't sick, I was sleeping. I had no energy. Zero. It was so hard to even make it from the couch to my bed. It totally sucked. I wasn't so sure it was all worth it. But it is. And I'm feeling so much better now. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
I cannot wait to meet our lil guy on or around June 25th. We've decided to name him Liam Andrew.<br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I really, really, really wanted a girl and cried a little (a lot) when I found out there was a tiny penis growing inside me. I'm completely over that now. I'm just super excited. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I've never been so excited in my entire life. Excited and terrified at the same time! <br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I want to start getting his room ready but both hubby and I are huge procrastinators. He's over at his friend's house and I'm blogging. Way to be proactive! HA!<br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I joined <a href="http://pinterest.com/kdstrad">Pinterest</a> the other day to get ideas for his room. Now I'm obsessed. I just want to pin shit all day long. Notice I didn't say I wanted to actually DO any of the ideas I pin...I just want to pin. :)<br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I picked out Liam's bedding already. It's gray. Everyone keeps saying, "Gray bedding? For a baby?" Yes. It's awesome. Get over it. <br />
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I have to go eat dinner now. Liam is hungry. :) I promise to get back to blogging regularly. <br />
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I really need some advice. <br />
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I got a call from my cousin, Michele. She started rambling on and on about some weekend where she was expected to pay $500 to stay in a hotel. I really had no idea what she meant. At first I thought she was talking about Disney World because she's going with her family in a few weeks. Nope, that wasn't it. My brother's wedding? Nope. I just wasn't following. Then the conversation went like this:<br />
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Michele: Why didn't you tell me about Jackie's bachelorette party?<br />
Kelly: I was going to tell you, Jenn (her sister) & Nicole (our cousin) when everything was planned and finalized.<br />
M: Kel, the E-vite went out. It's a little late for that.<br />
K: E-vite? What E-vite? <br />
M: You tell me. It says "thrown by the bridal party"<br />
K: I have no idea what you're talking about. Read it to me.<br />
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So she proceeds to read the E-vite that was sent out on “behalf of the bridal party.” It details an entire weekend from Friday at 6pm to Sunday at noon. The hotel is $245 a night and sleeps 4. The bridal party has reserved 2 rooms. On Saturday we are going to a club (which costs $100 to get into) in NY. Blah, blah, blah...<br />
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Wait…whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I was speechless. Completely speechless. None of the other bridesmaids asked for my input, opinions or even emailed/called/text to tell me about the plans. When Michele and I got off the phone I went into my email. I checked my inbox, my deleted emails and my spam. Not one single message about the girls’ weekend. Not even the E-vite. What the fuck was going on???<br />
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I text Michele to ask her if she could send me the E-vite. When I opened it, I scrolled down the list of guests. Each bridesmaid was invited along with several of Jackie's friends and relatives. Michele & Nicole were invited, but Jenn was not. Neither was I. <br />
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Yes, you heard correctly. I was not invited to my sister-in-law to be's bachelorette party. 2 of my cousins were. I was not. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
I'm really pissed and hurt that they completely forgot about me. I mean, the last time I checked, I was a bridesmaid. Oh, not to mention, the groom's sister!! Grrrrr. <br />
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Part of me wants to be a super bitch and call them out on it...to let them KNOW they forgot about me. The other part of me thinks that since they didn't bother to invite me that I'm not obligated to respond at all. Michele says I have to go but I don't want to. The bachelorette party is 2 weeks from Christmas and a month from their wedding. I’d rather spend the money on those things than to waste hundreds of dollars for one weekend... not to mention be stuck with a bunch of bitches that don't care enough to make sure the entire bridal party was invited. No thanks. <br />
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I really hope that since they couldn’t bother to fill me in on their plans or hell - invite me - that I don’t factor into their financial calculations. I hope they don’t expect me to put in money for the weekend that I’m not invited to. Fuck that. Not happening!<br />
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What would you do? Should I say something to them or ignore it? I told my brother what happened but I haven’t told Jackie. I know that planning a wedding is stressful. I really don’t want to add to her stress. <br />
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I am so <strong>HAPPY</strong> that the <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/2011/10/my-happy-list_11.html">Happy List</a> lives on. I don't always get a chance to post but I always remember to count my blessings, however small. It's so nice to see others doing so as well. <br />
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I am very thankful that I have such wonderful friends and family. This whole <a href="http://kellydunne.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-confessional-this-sucks.html">fertility</a> thing gets me down sometimes...it makes me <strong>HAPPY</strong> to know that I can count on people around me to pick me back up. <br />
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I am so glad that my health insurance finally kicked in. I was paying $100 a month for <strong>one</strong> medication (I think I'm about 5 or 6). Yesterday I picked it up for $35. <strong>HAPPY</strong>!<br />
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October is here and it's my favorite month. There is so much to do around Halloween and it's also the start of hockey season. And I love myself some hockey! My Dad and I have season tickets to a minor league team (Go <a href="http://www.trentontitanshockey.com/">Titans!</a>) It's our <em>thing</em> and we've done it for the past 6 years. It makes me really <strong>HAPPY</strong> to spend so much time with him.<br />
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My Happy List is short and sweet this week. What are you happy for? <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/search/label/My%20Happy%20List">Link up with Mamarazzi!</a><br />
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Have a great day!<br />
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I can't believe it's October. I always seem to say stuff like that. I'm always amazed at how fast time flies. So to bring you up to speed, I've been buried at work (I actually have to go in tomorrow, sad me) but what's new? I'm still trying to get pregnant. We did a round of <a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/infertility/iui.html">IUI</a>. Despite the success rates for women in general, and especially women of <em>my </em>age - we are considered "advanced maternal age" (I'm 36 in case you were wondering...not 56) - I just <em>knew </em>was going to work. It didn't. I cried for 2 days straight. :( But I eventually brought myself out of my funk and moved on. There's nothing else to do. I think it's stress honestly, that's preventing me from getting pregnant. I'm trying to relax as much as possible...and to breathe...which is something I think I forget to do sometimes. <br />
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So in the spirit of relaxing, hubby and I decided to just stay in and watch movies last night. We were all curled up on the couch when the pup had to go outside. Once she went out, hubby saw her crawling on her belly and heard her start growling. Then he started yelling for her to come in...but of course she didn't. I ran to the door but couldn't see anything. The all of the sudden we saw a white tail - oh nooooooooo, skunk! My pup believed (and still believes) that she is the house protector & it is her duty to save us from any possible harm. She got sprayed....right in the face. In the eye to be exact. My poor pup. :( She finally came inside and just plopped on top of me. It was like she had given up and was saying, "Mom, help me!" Her eye was completely swollen and red. I did my best to wipe her eye out but a 70 pound pit bull can be pretty stubborn so it was not easy. I had heard that tomato juice gets the smell out of their coats. Oh did I mention the smell? It was HORRIBLE. I mean vile. Gross. So I ran to the cabinets. No tomato juice. I did have tomato sauce so I figured, it's <em>got </em>to be the same thing, right? We put Maddy into the shower and poured tomato sauce all over her (she tried to eat it all off). The smell lessened but she was still pretty stinky. Her eye looked pretty bad still, so we took her to the emergency vet's office. They washed her eye out with saline and sent us on our way. They didn't even charge us for the visit which made my day cause I was dreading the bill. They also gave us a recipe to use to really get the smell out. The vet said it was made of simple household items that <em>everyone</em> has in their house at <em>all </em>times. Everyone that is, but us. We're so ghetto. :) After a quick trip to the store we put Maddy back in the shower. She smelled a million times better. She's still a little stinky today so I might mix up another batch. <br />
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Here is the recipe in case you ever need it....but I really hope you don't!<br />
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32-ounce bottle of hydrogen peroxide<br />
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1 cup vinegar<br />
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1 tablespoon liquid dish soap<br />
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Combine ingredients and sponge onto animal, allowing mixture to soak to the skin. Allow to air dry. Repeat application if necessary. (This mixture will not bleach your pet’s coat.)<br />
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So my relaxing weekend has not been that relaxing but I wouldn't be me if it everything ran smoothly. I'm hoping it calms down today. It's a bright sunny day out. Maybe a nice trip to the park is in order. :) <br />
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I hope you're having a wonderful, stress-free weekend! <br />
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Each year on my birthday my Mom says, "I know where I was and what I was doing _____ years ago." I'm pretty sure she said it to me on my 1st birthday and I know she'll keep telling me for the rest of our lives. She tells me all about going into labor with me. I can recite the whole story by heart. When something is that significant, you never forget the details. <br />
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Ten years ago today I know where I was and what I was doing. I'm sure no one will ever forget where they were when they heard the horrific news of the terrorist attacks. <br />
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I had 2 part time jobs at the time. I was a nanny for a child with special needs and I also worked at my Dad's title company. That morning I woke up a little late so I took a shower, threw some clothes on and broke a few traffic laws to get to my nanny job on time. When I walked in the door I could tell that my employer, Julie, had been crying. I asked what was wrong and she looked at me stunned. She could hardly speak. I remember her saying, "You haven't heard?" We went into the living room where the TV was already on. We watched the news cast. I vaguely remember hearing that someone crashed a plane into the the World Trade Center. And then we watched the second tower fall.<br />
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I just went numb. I couldn't breathe. How could someone do that? Why would someone do that? I wouldn't let my mind go anywhere else. I couldn't...but then Julie said, "Have you heard from any of your family this morning?" I just burst into tears. My entire family lived in New York. Most of them worked within a few blocks of the Towers. My Uncle actually worked IN one of the Towers. What if...NO, I couldn't think it. I wouldn't think it. But it could be....NO.<br />
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Julie sent me home which was both good and bad. I didn't know what to do with myself. My parents were both at work. My roommate was at work. I didn't want to be alone. I don't even remember getting to my apartment but somehow I did. I sat and watched the news for hours. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Then I did what they told you not to. I started calling my family in New York. The stupid circuits were down. I guess everyone was trying to call their loved ones too. I dialed and dialed and dialed probably close to 50 times and never got through. I picked up one final time and got through! The phone rang and rang. I finally got my cousin Michele & her husband, Billy's answering machine. I left a very frantic message. It was something like, "I hope you're ok. I'm sure you're ok. You HAVE to be ok." I realized that they may never hear this message. This message may not ever be played. What if......no. I wouldn't go there. Frustrated, I decided to go into work with my Dad. Not really to work, just to see if he had heard from anyone. <br />
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As soon as I walked in everyone asked me if I had gotten in touch with my family members. I thought that was a bad sign. Did my Dad know something I didn't? I saw my Dad and he didn't look good. He immediately told me that he hadn't spoken with anyone and asked if I did. I just started to cry. He told me that my Uncle Jerry who had worked in one of the Towers had been laid off. The bank he worked at had closed down. The Friday before had been his last day. Finally, some good news. <br />
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I started thinking about Michele and Billy. She was only a few months younger than me. They had just gotten married in April. She worked down the street from the WTC. Billy worked directly behind it. Eventually I said, "What about Michele?" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was quiet for a few minutes and then said, "Kel, if something did happen to Michele, we won't know until they find her body. It could be weeks, or months. They might never recover it. We have to be prepared for the worst." I felt like I had been stabbed. I felt all the color drain from my face. My Dad was practical. I was emotional. I didn't want to hear that. I wanted to hear "they will be fine." The truth was, we didn't know. So many people had lost their lives that day. I prayed my cousin & her husband weren't on that list.<br />
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My Dad sent me home too. Again, I didn't know what to do with myself. I figured the best plan of action was to go to my parents house. If anyone was going to call, they would call there first. So I sat, and watched more news coverage. The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Every time the phone would ring I would jump to answer it. Everyone was eventually accounted for with the exception of Michele and Billy. My heart sank. They couldn't be...dead...could they? NO. They couldn't. They weren't. My dad's words echoed in my head..."we won't know until they find her body." The phone rang again and I jumped. It was my roommate. She said Michele had called me to let me know she was ok and was at her Mom's house. OH THANK GOD! We hung up and I tried to call her but the lines were still down. A few hours later, we heard from Michele. <br />
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Michele said that when the 1st plane hit Billy didn't know what to do. When the 2nd Tower crumbled, Billy left his work and ran to her work. All the windows of his building were blown out by the explosion. He decided that they should try to walk home. They couldn't use public transportation since the city was shut down. They ran through thick gray smoke and ask and rubble. They ran toward the bridge to go to Brooklyn. Michele said she was terrified of crossing the bridge. She said she thought another plane would crash into the bridge and that she would die there. Billy convinced her to cross the bridge. They walked until they had huge blisters on their feet. They finally made it to Billy's parents house and were safe. <br />
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My family was one of the lucky ones. Thousands of families weren't so lucky. Several of the people who died that terrible day were from Lower Makefield township which is where I grew up. I remember hearing that the pilot of one of the planes was from my town. My heart and prayers go out to all of the people who lost loved ones that day. You may be gone but you will never be forgotten. <br />
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I thought I would share Michele's facebook post with you. <span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">It seems a fitting way to end this story. She wrote: "10 ago today, right now, I was sitting at my desk looking out my window down the block at the twin towers. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. The colors yellow, orange and red had no real meaning to me. Terror happened in far away places. Never again would I know the peace and innocence that I felt at 8:30 that morning. Remember all those that lost their lives that day and all those that have risked and lost their lives fighting to keep us safe. God bless America."</span><br />
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Amen.</span><br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
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I never really talk about this to most of my friends so I'm sorta shocked that I'm planning on confessing this publicly...<br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
I reaaaaaaaally hate when people ask my husband and I when we are planning on having kids. It's none of your business. When it happens, it happens.<br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
That isn't really the truth. The truth is that we have been trying to get pregnant for almost 2 years now and it's not going very well.<br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
I honestly never thought it would be this hard. All I heard in high school health classes was, "if you have sex you WILL get pregnant." Sadly, this just isn't true.<br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
Going through this process is heartbreaking. I've always believed it would happen for us but sometimes it's hard not to lose hope. And I think that's the worst thing of all. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
It seems unfair that people who don't want to get pregnant, do, and do so easily. Hubby & I have both noticed that it's the high school kids and the crack addicts who seem to get knocked up the most. Since I'm older than any high school kid by many, many years, I guess I'll have to become a crack addict. ;)<br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
We recently started seeing a fertility specialist. There are pills (both orally and well, in "other" places), shots, what my doctor calls "timed intercourse", ultrasounds, and blood work...lots and lots of blood work. I feel like a pin cushion! <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
This is the most unromantic way to have a baby EVER. Yep, the timed intercourse thing is just what it sounds like. The doctor tells us, down to the hour, when we should be getting it on. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
Even though all the tests come back fine, I somehow blame myself for all this. I know it's something that happens sometimes, but I can't help but feel responsible somehow. I feel like less of a woman. :( <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
I start a new round of meds tonight so I could use all the good vibes and baby dust that I can get. Please keep your fingers and toes crossed for us. :) Hopefully I’ll have some good news to report soon. <br />
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<strong><em>I confess....</em></strong><br />
Yes, it sucks. It sucks big time. But I WILL kick infertility's ass. I am positive. :)<br />
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I hope you have a great weekend!<br />
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This is probably the unhappiest Happy List ever. Whoops. :)<br />
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I hope your weekend is off to a better start than mine! <br />
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It's hard for me to be completely wordless. It's been a rough few weeks at work. We are slammed. I will most likely have to work on the weekend too. Ugg. I'm dreaming of some wine. Well, lots of wine. <br />
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Yes, I'm still obsessed with Vignette. It rocks. I love this filter...even though I have no idea what it's called. If I looked for it again, I would never find it. Never the less, I love the way it ages the photo. <br />
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There are less than 45 minutes left of my mostly, well not really, Wordless Wednesday. I hope you're having a great week.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Wake up, eat breakfast, go food shopping, start working on refinishing a dresser, take Maddy to the park, come home, work on the dresser some more, eat dinner, relax & get ready for the week ahead. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">However....</div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....Lots and lots of rain.....</td></tr>
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What did you do this weekend? Whatever it was, I hope you had fun. :)<br />
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1. I'm sure this is terrible to admit but...I am HAPPY that my husband is out with his friends for the day. The house is quiet and peaceful. He constantly has to have the TV or the stereo on. I'm HAPPY just to sit and enjoy the silence. Of course, the silence is occasionally broken by the slurps of my Dunkin Donuts iced latte. Ahhh. Bliss!<br />
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2. I am soooo HAPPY that in our search last weekend, my Mom did find her dress for my brother's wedding. It looks amazing on her and the color is gorgeous. It's called "teal" but it's not obnoxious 80's teal. It's a deeper blue, more like a peacock blue color. It's so pretty. I'm so excited for the wedding. I wish January would hurry up and get here.<br />
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3. I am so HAPPY and fortunate to have been in so many weddings. Sometimes I feel like the movie "27 Dresses" is about me. :) (She has me beat though. I will <em>only </em>be in my 13th wedding this winter.) Several of my friends got married in 2001. It's hard to imagine but they've been married 10 years now. It feels like it was 10 minutes ago. Time flies! I was very HAPPY and honored to be in my dear friend <a href="http://www.kellynaturally.com/"><span style="color: magenta;">Kelly's</span></a> wedding on August 11, 2001. Congratulations, Kel. I wish you and Adam many, many, many more!<br />
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4. While I don't want to get into all the details just yet, I have been struggling with something personal for quite awhile now. It's extremely frustrating and it has me at the point of giving up. I had a tarot card reading done via email (who knew??) by the very talented <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/ObservantLynn"><span style="color: magenta;">Lynn</span></a> and I feel much better now. Dare I say, HAPPY? :) I'm looking forward to the beginning of something great. :)<br />
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Well, I guess I really should get my day started, unfortunately. I hope everyone has a great weekend! <br />
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Happy Wednesday. It feels like it should be at least Thursday though. Just sayin. :) On one of the blogs I follow I saw that there was a <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/p/blog-bash-2011.html">Blog Bash</a> going on. I thought it could be fun so I'm going to join in as well. <br />
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So first, a little about me... <br />
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(Honestly, I'm lazy so parts of this section were copied and pasted directly from my "About me" page. Hehe.) <br />
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I am married to a wonderful man named Travis. We have an adorable pitbull named Maddy. She's the sweetest pup on the planet and would lick you faster than she would bite you. I can't stand people who buy into the hype about pitties being bad dogs. I procrastinate like it's my job. I like wine. A lot. I'm super crafty and have a small side business making chocolate treats. I don't eat meat and haven’t since the 3rd grade. I find that the more profanity I use, the happier I am. (For the full version, which includes zombies, please <a href="http://kellydunne.blogspot.com/p/about-me.html">click here.</a> )<br />
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Now that we have the formalities out of the way, onto the questions....<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>1.) What's your favorite memory from Summer 2011?</strong></span><br />
I don't have a favorite memory...it's more like a collection of memories. We go over to our friend Heath's house. We bring Maddy since Heath has a pittie too. Our friends, Tom & Amanda bring their dog too. Everyone just hangs out. We go swimming , we barbecue and most importantly, we drink. This summer I mastered the art of making a kick ass sangria punch which is now the drink of choice. The dogs run around like mad (and truth be told, Maddy humps Amanda's dog, Luna, who is also a girl. It’s kinda funny to watch). It’s just a fun, relaxing afternoon/evening with some great friends. <br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>2.) What's your dream summer vacation?</strong></span><br />
Any place that looks like this!<br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">3.) What's your favorite thing to do in the summer?</span></strong><br />
Kinda goes along with number 1. I love just spending time with my hubby, dog and friends outside...barbecuing and drinking wine or sangria. I love going to the beach too...although, my pasty white Celtic skin doesn't like it so much. <br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>4.) What's your "blog goal" for 2011?</strong></span><br />
I guess to get more consistent with blogging. I've definitely gotten better but I still have a long way to go. I would also like to continue to increase the number of people who read my blog. It' so fun to connect with people online you wouldn't have had the opportunity to "meet" otherwise. <br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>5.) Let's hear the story behind your blog title! :)</strong></span><br />
It's "Pink Plaid." The pink part is because it's my favorite color. It's so happy and upbeat. I can't help but smile when I see something pink. Plaid comes into play because I'm Irish and Scottish (my Mom’s parents were from Ireland and Scotland and came to this country in when they were in their twenties.) I always think of kilts when I think of Irish & Scottish people...and they are obviously plaid. It just reminds me of family. And nothing is more important than family. So there you have it. <br />
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<span style="color: black;">4. I'm happy that invitations for both showers have gone out. I'm nervous that I will spill the beans on the other shower. Uggg, I hope not. Just in case I didn't tell you, we are having a small family shower at my Mom's house in PA and then the "real" (or BIG I guess is a better word) shower in Maryland where my </span><a href="http://kellydunne.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-review.html"><span style="color: black;">my </span><span style="color: magenta;">brother and Jackie</span></a><span style="color: black;"> live. Our small shower isn't a surprise (Jackie text me to RSVP yesterday which I thought was hysterical) but her other shower is. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">5. I'm happy to be going dress shopping again with my Mom for her dress for the big day. We found a dress that we both liked but we wanted to see what else is out there. I know she will end up with that first dress! :)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">6. I'm super happy that I just signed up for the </span><a href="http://fishyfacedesigns.wordpress.com/sisterhood-of-the-traveling-journal/"><span style="color: black;">Sisterhood of the traveling journal </span></a><span style="color: black;">. I don't know all the details but it sounds fun. I'll keep you posted. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Oh random side note - I did get my pedicure last week. The color is so cute, it's a bright pink color called "108 degrees." HAPPY!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I have to get ready for my big dress date with my Mom. Hope you all have a fabulous Saturday!</span><br />
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<strong><em>I confess...</em></strong><br />
That I can't believe I am about to confess this horrible little secret.<br />
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I really can't.<br />
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Ok, so here it is. I watched MTV's Jersey Shore cast invade Italy last night. AKKKKK.<br />
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I never watched "Jersey Shore" until a few months ago and now I'm kind of obsessed. These people are ridiculously entertaining. Well, ridiculous at any rate. I haven't seen all the episodes so I don't really know what's going on but it's still funny as hell. <br />
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The first time I watched the show was on my birthday this past year. I took off from work (cause lets be honest, who wants to work on their birthday?) and had a bunch of plans. None of them happened because I just sat in front of the tv all day soaking in the glory that is the "Jersey Shore". <br />
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I hate myself a little bit now. I know that it's a waste of time and that I'm killing a bunch of brain cells. I know, I know. But come on...spray tans, fist pumping, and smooshing.....what could be better? :)<br />
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Well, that's my confessional for today. Bless me Father, for I have sinned. :) <br />
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But wait, why am I sad? Summer doesn't hold the same meaning for me now as it did when I was a kid. <br />
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Having the freedom to do everything or nothing at all, infinite possibilities. Eating freshly picked strawberries, watermelon or cherries, ice cream running down your chin, running through sprinklers, swimming in the neighborhood pool, fireworks, bbq's. Fishing for minnows and crayfish in the creek in the backyard, playing tennis or baseball, being outside all day. Playing tag, playing man hunt and ghost in the graveyard, catching fireflies, roasting marshmallows around the fire. Playing in the garden, going to the beach, counting stars, picnics, going to the park or playground, setting up lemonade stands, staying up late...<br />
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Now it's just another day. Another month. Nothing special. When did I lose that magic of summer? I guess it was when I grew up and had responsibilities. <br />
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This coming weekend I'm going to live like I did when I was 10. No responsibilities, no plans, no rules. Just fun in the sun. :) I wish that for you too. <br />
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Hope you're having a great week!<br />
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<ol><li>I am happy that I am finally participating. I love her blog and she always seems so freaking happy. I love it. </li>
<li>I am happy that I finally got time to spend with my hubby last night. He gets up for work at 4:30am and by the time I get home at 7pm he is falling asleep on the couch. We had a fantastic dinner (I am still stuffed!) and made it twenty minutes into a movie before he crashed.</li>
<li>I am happy that my brother and his fiancee are in town this weekend so at some point I will get to see them. YAY!</li>
<li>I bought some galoshes online the other day. I am obsessed with galoshes and it's a fun word to say too. Even though they don't fit quite right, I was happy to get something in the mail other than bills!</li>
<li>I am happy that I am getting a pedicure today. My feet need it!! I can't wait to pick out a fun color for my toes. </li>
<li>I am happy that my cat, Scotland, loves to be near me so much that he is laying on my keyboard at the moment. It's making it rather hard to go on with my Happy List so I think I'm done for this week.</li>
</ol>I am going to try to link up every week but you know me and my procrastination so we shall see...<br />
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Happy Saturday everyone!<br />
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