tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16755757876395434102024-03-13T11:44:59.656-07:00CoCo's LifeCoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-71073327112896765552015-08-06T17:56:00.001-07:002015-08-06T18:07:43.033-07:00Dear Mom at Cracker BarrelDear Lady at Cracker Barrel,<br />
I see you, I hear you, I feel your love you have for your adult special needs son.<br />
As I sit with my husband and my oldest at lunch today, I notice a Mom and her son walking to their table. Two more family members sit across from the mom and her son. I am facing them at our table. Just to give you an idea of my surroundings. I don't stare to be rude. Actually I don't stare at all, I don't think. I love to people watch, but I try to be discreet about it. This family keeps drawing my attention though. Well how the mom responds to her son. It's the little things, like rubbing his back, the tone she uses while speaking to him. There is pure love in her voice, compassion. I can't help but to notice how he eats. Slow and thought out, if that makes sense. I didn't ignore my family as I watch this other family of course, but I couldn't help but to constantly smile.<br />
When the son was almost done with his food, I overhear him kinda asking the waitress if it's ok that he go outside and sit in one of the rocking chairs. It was..... It was just so sweet. The other family member, maybe an aunt goes on to tell him, if you finish your salad, we are gonna go get ice cream after. He then reaches across the table and "fist bumps" her.<br />
And BOOM! My frickin tears come on! As I sat there looking around shoving food in my mouth, anything to fight back those damn tears. I eventually put my whole napkin up in front of my face. At that moment The Hubs notices my tears. He knows exactly why I'm crying. He whispers "go to the bathroom". At this point my tears are flowing.. Curse you emotions!! I look at him and say "she is just so good with him".<br />
Dear Mom at Cracker Barrel,<br />
I am not a crazy woman who was laughing at you or your special needs child.<br />
I am a Mom who understands and respects you. I also have a special needs child who is precious.<br />
I was crying because I felt your love for your son.<br />
I was crying because what I wanted to do was get up and tell you how amazing you are.<br />
I was crying because I was worried I would offend you somehow.<br />
I was crying because I wanted to tell you how amazing your son is and that I enjoyed being your neighbor in a restaraunt.<br />
I'm crying now because I never did any of those things. I was too worried I would be a blubbering mess.<br />
I even thought of writing a short letter to have your waitress give you after we left.<br />
I'm sorry I didn't do that.<br />
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Dear Readers,<br />
Please, if you see parents that have a special needs child or even if they are a typical child. Let them know if they are doing an amazing job. Little compliments go a long way<br />
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Love,<br />
Random Crying Person in Cracker BarrelCoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-24698806657309258282015-05-21T21:44:00.001-07:002015-05-21T22:27:05.941-07:00When you question friendships<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Friendships are hard, especially as adults. We think as we get older that they would become easier, or maybe we think as kids they are easy. I personally think they are harder as adults. I think we tend to overthink more. As kids we are more free spirited, our feelings still get hurt, but we have this innocence. As adults we over analyze, we question ourselves and others. Don't say you don't, because you do. You may not vocalize it, but deep down inside you do. This needs to stop! We are adults for crying out loud! Hold your head up high, be proud of who you have become. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Recently, I've felt I've lost some friendships, even some that I thought were just starting. I've dwelled on this, I've questioned myself about it, thinking, what did I do, did I say something wrong, did I not talk enough, did I talk too much, do I not have enough money to fit in? Have I cried about these lost friendships? Yes I have. One can call me weak, or sensitive, but you know what? I AM sensitive, and I'm not gonna apologize for it. Friendships are hard damn it! Especially when you don't know what you may have said or done wrong. It eats at you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've brought back friendships before, that shit is hard. I did it because I loved that person, I wasn't ready to let go, but are we ever really ready? How do we know when to stop fighting though? Does the other person even want to fight for that friendship, or have they moved on?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My question is... Why as adults is it so hard to maintain friendships? Why can't it be easy like back in elementary.. Will you be my friend? Circle Yes No</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I must say... I'm a pretty kickass friend.. I love till the end</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Clearly, I can rhyme too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-50477443777149282122015-03-20T21:32:00.000-07:002015-03-20T21:34:56.457-07:00Emotions or Fears?I was just recently asked what my fears are. I originally started typing out the usual. 1: the loss of a loved on, but as soon as I typed it I deleted it and messaged my friend telling her I don't really have any fears. I guess my first thing I think of are the "typical" ones like I started off with. But damn, my friends were so much deeper, that's why I deleted mine. Then said friend started reading my blog tonight and messaged me saying and I quote " I just asked you the other day about your fears then you post about it lol". The funny thing is, I didn't even realize what I posted was my "fears". I'm the type that something happens, I handle it then move on. Or I'm just terrible about thinking if it's a fear or not. That's what I messaged back to her. She then said something that made total sense! I think people have more fears than they realize, but it comes out as other emotions. YES! When I think of fears, I think of spiders, house fires, speaking in public. Every time that I have blogged, or most of the time, those show my true inner fears. Can I remember word for word what I wrote as I'm writing this? Nope! But thinking back on some of those, in which I just thought it was my emotion, my feeling at the time, I'm realizing they are legit fears. Fears of the unknown, fears of not knowing what God, the universe have planned for the most important people in my life, my Duders. Fears of not knowing if or when Aiden will have another seizure, fears of are we raising our boys to be the best that they can be, fears of will they find "the" love of their lives? These are both fears and emotions I believe, but fears all the same. So how about we take a step back, try to enjoy life being fear free, because fear can get in the way of so much, and guess what? You're gonna end up missing out on the most wonderful things, and I know you don't want that.<br />
So take off those blinders, push that fear, emotion, whatever you want to call it aside and trudge on.<br />
Kiss your loved ones, tell them how much you love them, because you never know when one of those fears may just come true.CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-29723084391042960232015-03-18T21:24:00.001-07:002015-03-18T21:50:59.692-07:00PurposeDo you ever question your purpose in life? Haven't we all at some point? Have you ever had a dream that you just aren't sure where to even begin to get that dream to become a reality?<br />
This.. This right here is where I'm at. Do I have regrets in my life? Absolutely not! I'm in love with where my life is right here right now, but I do question what I questioned above. Will I ever know the answers for sure? Maybe one. I know I need to do some research, but a part of me is scared. Scared of the unknown, scared that I'm gonna call the wrong place, scared I'll trust to easy, scared I'll sound stupid with the questions I'll want to ask.<br />
I'm an over analyzer.<br />
I want to be proud of myself, I want my Duders to be proud of their Mama, I want my family/friends to look at me and say: Damn, she did it!<br />
I often don't feel like the smartest in the room. I sit and wonder what people really think of me. This falls onto me and my self consciousness. Im not as confident as people may think. I only say that because recently I've been told this by a few people in my life. Maybe it's because I am with a man who loves me for me and let's me express myself the ways that I do.. Tattoos/Red hair and all.<br />
Am I navigating this world being the best ME? I like to believe so, or at least to some extent. I'm still finding Me. I believe we all continue to find ourselves throughout our whole lives. There is so much to learn, so many people to meet that can change us and our opinions on the world. It's growth that I welcome with open arms.<br />
Will we ever really know our purpose? Probably not. So I guess what I can say is: Go out into the world being the best YOU. Open your eyes to all the beauty in this world and try not focusing on all the negative. Listen to the birds songs, sit in the sun and feel the wind on your face, focus on all the colors you see, and smile more.<br />
If you have a dream, go after it!<br />
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I know some of the stuff in here may seem random, but it's something that has been weighing heavy on my mind lately.<br />
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As I lay here at 1:20 a.m. trying.. trying to go to sleep. I realize I can't. I wonder if Robbie is having the same problem in Aidens room? You see, today/ yesterday March 5 th, Aiden had a Neurologist appt. Just a regular 3 month check up. This one he got an EEG, which we knew he would have to get. He gets those every 6 months. He will also have to get bloodwork, as usual. <br />
Sitting there chatting with the Dr. about how well Aiden is doing and thinking all is well, but in the back of my mind, also thinking... It's been two years since Aidens last seizure. The Dr looks up and says " well it's been two years since his last seizure, I would normally have you start to ween him ". My stomach dropped . I know what you are thinking " Awesome "! I so want to think and feel this too. I'm sitting there shaking my head in agreement while tears are filling my eyes. I look over at Robbie and he is shaking his head too. The Dr. then explains that he will not ween him just yet. Let's just lower his dose. I'm still on the verge of tears at that point. He explains that Aiden has grown, his brain has grown, he hasn't had a seizure in two years!! I'm trying so so hard to concentrate and really hear what he is saying, but it's so hard. All I'm thinking of is how long, how scary two of his seizures were. <br />
We decide to drop the dose from 6 ml in the morning and 7 ml at night to 5 ml and 5 ml . IF he has a seizure it will be a mild one he says to us and then we will up his dose to what it was. I told him I'm freaking out as my eyes tear up again. This time there is no stopping them, they slide down my cheeks. He rolls over on his stool and starts explaining again in such a soft tone. I get it, I understand. Why keep him on medicine and chance ruining his liver if maybe he has grown out of Epilepsy? It's just so scary because we don't know.<br />
Tonight was the first dropped dose.<br />
Will the stomach knots go away? Will the tears stop flowing? Will there ever come a day where I'm/We aren't constantly thinking is Aiden gonna have a seizure? Will we be there? Will we wake up if he has one sleeping like the other two? Every time we hear something when he is sleeping and we round that corner to his room with a pit in our stomach wondering what we are gonna find.. It's an everyday/every minute thing. All I want to scream right now is ...I'm F****** Scared "!!! CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-64610024457559648002014-02-01T14:29:00.001-08:002015-04-20T20:36:36.236-07:00Feeling Beautiful/Sexy...every lady should be able toI am writing this in hopes of getting more ladies to branch out and give it a try. I just did my second, yes second Boudoir shoot. My first one I did about seven years ago. I have gained some weight, but you one what??? That is fine by me! Who is to say I'm still not just as sexy if not more? Not you, not me. I feel we as women get judged way too much. Are we small enough, are we pretty enough. Well I'm done...I'm done judging myself the most. Would I like to lose some weight, yes, yes I would. Only to be healthy, but to fit into what other people think I should look like...Hell No!<br />
So, I gave my friend Jill a call and we got to it! The very next day actually. We had so much fun! We laughed and froze...Yep I said froze. We had to take advantage of the beautiful untouched snow outside. Well I should say " I " froze, I was the one half nekkid :-)<br />
Will people judge me for this? Probably, but I didn't do it for them, I did it for me and of course The Hubs.<br />
I think every woman should get to do this at least once, and not feel ashamed of it.<br />
What I want to say to all of you beauties is<br />
ROCK ON WITH YOUR BAD SELVES!!<br />
Find a reputable photographer and go set up your very own Boudoir shoot, you will have a Blast!CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-84817720850599376432013-09-17T16:40:00.001-07:002013-09-18T15:42:30.433-07:00Makes Us Nervous...<strong>September 16th, 2013</strong><br />
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<strong>We kept Aiden home from school due to him having two Dr.'s appts. Around 10:30 I get a phone call from Dr. Haseebs office. This is his Neurologist. The lady tells me that Dr Haseeb has reviewed Aidens labs that we got drawn on Friday and that his Liver Enzymes are elevated. She was calling to give me a " Heads up " that the Dr. will probably want to get more labs done in about 2 months. Oh boy.... you all know how hard a task this is. He actually did it very good on Friday though.....Thank GOD! We have an Amazing Lab girl, who we always get a Frosty for her and Aiden after the labs are drawn, that's what ya do when you find someone this Awesome, and Aiden is a Trooper for sure, so he deserves a treat:-) Anywho, back to my point. I have absolutely no clue what this means when she says they are elevated. One would think that I would ask her, but I need someone to explain it to me that will actually care that in MY brain...I am FREAKING out!! My Aunt explained that this means his liver is not doing what it should be, that it is not filtering his blood the way it should be. I kept myself calm..one because Aiden was sitting right there and two...I just had to for a second until I hung up the phone. I broke down..all that was going through my head was.. " his liver is not working the way it should ", Aiden had fallen asleep before I broke down, but I still went into my room, I just needed to. I called Robbie because I knew he could calm me, he is Awesome like that. I probably freaked him before he calmed me though, it's always fun when someone calls you sobbing and you are trying to understand them. We decided that I should call our Awesome Lab girl " Dina ". She is one of those women who as soon as you hear her voice you will cry and trust me when I say...I cried. This is a huge compliment, because right off the bat she calms you. It's her sweetness that makes you cry, because I am talking to someone that to me actually cares. She explained about how his levels are slightly high, but not to worry because he isn't wanting to get them re-drawn the very next day. She told me to make sure I ask the Dr. just what this means, which I had planned on doing since the lady who called me gave me nothing else to work on.</strong><br />
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<strong>I guess I should also tell you about his first appt. with the ENT Dr. and then move on to the rest of the day. Back in 2011 when he had his first siezure and got an MRI done, they ended up finding something called Cholesterin something...sorry, totally forgot the exact name of it. Basically it's some fluid like stuff behind his left ear on the inside that we just found out may be left over buildup from an infection from years ago. We don't ever recall him having any infection. but ok we will go with it. Our next thing to do is scheduling an MRI with contrast. We explained to the Dr. that he would HAVE to be put to sleep due to his other medical issues. Him being put to sleep scares us, but it's really our only option. If the MRI comes back that this has not grown then it's as simple as we are done, if it has grown then that means surgery :-( They will then go in and remove it.</strong><br />
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<strong>Back to the Neurologist appt.</strong><br />
<strong>The nurse that we had was not happy that the lady who called me FREAKED me out and she said she was very sorry that it was handled like that. Dr. Haseeb came in and explained that his liver levels have always been slightly elevated, which we knew, but now he is getting concerned. He has taken Aiden off CoQ10, which he has been on to keep his heart strong due his Muscular Dystrophy. Don't Freak, we are simply getting a head start, as of right now his heart is fine, just taking some precautions. he is concerned that maybe the CoQ10 is keeping it elevated. We will be getting labs drawn again in 6 weeks. IF they have not changed, then we will make an appt. to come in and discuss changing his Trileptal to Keppra and having him go to a G.I. Dr. We are praying that we don't have to change his meds because that means we will have to ween him off them first. That in itself scares the S*** out of us. So I do something I probably shouldn't have. I googled Keppra.........THAT scared the S*** out of me and Robbie when I read it to him. Go ahead and Google Keppra and then Google Trileptal so you can see what I am talking about. BIG difference in side affects. We can handle Trileptal ones. I mentioned to the Dr. that it makes me very nervous to A: ween him off and B: to switch </strong><br />
<strong>He looked at us and said....I would rather him have a seizure, that we can handle, but we can NOT keep him on something that could ruin his liver...point made, Thank you!</strong><br />
<strong>This may not seem scary to you, but when it comes to your kids who mean the MOST to you and Dr.'s are talking about organs failing and then you look up meds and their side affects....WOW! it's a lot to take in.</strong><br />
<strong>Sorry if I scared anybody, but this Blog is my way of keeping info fresh in my brain, but believe it or not.....It's CRAZY just how much info and detail I keep front and center. It's not just about my kids, it's all the info with and for regarding my Mama too.</strong><br />
<strong>Thank you, Thank you for all of your love and prayers</strong>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-16170444161782957242013-05-06T10:32:00.002-07:002013-05-06T10:43:20.750-07:00A New Diagnosis I have not written a blog in awhile, so here it goes with some updates on how our Duder Aiden is doing. This school year is going soo good, we had some concerns but those got taken care of and answered. Aiden's teacher was pretty excited to re-write his IEP goals. Being at his old school we now realize and feel that his goals were so far past what his brain could do, much less comprehend.<br />
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Now " Finally " it seems things are falling into place. <br />
So back in the Fall, well beginning of school year, me and Robbie started discussing more of our thoughts about there being something more going on with Aiden. What I mean by this is...could there be aspects of Autism or Asbergers in there? We have always thought about it, but just never really addressed it. Sensory Integration has a lot of simalarities and that we already knew he has, but is there more to it? We decided to contact his Dr that did the Pychological testing back in 2010 to see if we could get him tested for Autism/Asbergers. We went to the first appt and answered A LOT of questions. Then we had the next appt with the actual Dr., where we had to answer a bunch more questions. At that appt. she answered our two questions. He can't have Autism because his social skills are very high, anyone that knows him just knows that he is a social butterfly. Next he can't have Asbergers simply because he had a speech delay. Well we learned something. We all decided that we still want him re-tested to see where he is from the last testing back in 2010, what can it hurt? Aiden did the testing in record time, the answers may not have been correct, but he cooperated very well and did everything she asked. She said he is such a delight to be around :) That's our boy!!<br />
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April 3rd 2013. Me and Robbie have our appt for the test results. My stomach was in knots, something was telling me the results are different. We go into her office chat for a bit and then we get down to business. The first thing she said was about his I.Q. score and that is what we need to talk about first. Again my heart sunk. Back in 2010 his I.Q. was 64 which then he could have been diagnosed with Border line Mental Retardation, but because he scored higher in another category, she didn't diagnose him with that. It ended up being Severe Cognitive Delays. Since 2010 his I.Q. dropped 11 points. That puts his I.Q. at 53, " Mental Retardation " that score is not even on the I.Q. scale. Severe Cognitive Delay is no longer the diagnosis. At this I am not gonna lie, I started to cry. Robbie says that once I start crying you have lost me, I am no longer paying attention, Thank God for him <3. Can you even imagine what is going through my head and Robbies at this time, but Robbie is holding tough for the both of us. She then proceeds to tell us that this will always be his I.Q. I know this may even be hard for you that are reading this and you are probably thinking " What "? At 10 years old that is when a childs I.Q. platues. Even his academic scores dropped. We then ask her " does this have anything to do with his seizures " ? She can't say 100% if it does or not simply because she is not a Neurologist, but she did say that with the time line of them and the last test that most likely it is. How could it not be the reason? He had 2 major seizures that lasted 25 minutes. She said that when you have a seizure things shift and that is most likely why his academic scores dropped also. What we now know is, his I.Q. can't change, but his academic scores can. Being that we now have him in a program at a new school, with which in that class everything is repetitive is a very good thing. We have known for years that Aiden's mentality is not exactly his age. We don't always treat and respond to him as a 10 year old or whatever age he has been at that time. We have figured him around 6-7 years old, we were slightly wrong. The testing put him at 5 years old..academic and mentally. Someone about 2 weeks prior to these results said to me, " his disabilities only go so far ". What??? So we asked the Dr. " how do we explain this to our family and friends "? We did tell her about that comment, and she said " well I think you guys need to have a family intervention ". Have we done this you ask, " Nope " We are at the point in our lives that if people are not gonna respect us as Aiden's parents and listen and respect HIM as a person, then you just don't need to be in our lives. That may sound harsh, but we are his only parents and we are the ones who will defend him. Our boys are our whole world. She also said that the people who may end up being in denial are Grandparents and Parents. The reason for this is back 50 years ago if you were diagnosed with this most likely you were put in an institute, pretty sad huh. You were either "Educable" or " Uneducable ". Things have changed drastically!! I will take a picture of the sheet that explains the chart and put it in this blog tonight. We have come to terms with the result, simply because " it is what it is ". I hope that doesn't sound weird, but we have already been doing everything that we possibly think we can do. The Dr. even looked at us and said the same thing. Will Aiden live a full life and get married with kids? Who knows, would we love that for him? Hell yes!! Will he live with us forever? Hey, if so, we are perfectly fine with that, there are typical kids that still live with their parents way into their 20's. Robbie and I have said, we will always have Hope and this will not define him. Family and Friends and also Us may just need to reevaluate how we respond to Aiden and just try to remember.....he is his actual age on the Outside, but a few years younger on the inside, in his brain. So all we ask is that you all Please respect us as his Parents. Nobody has every answer, we are learning continuously every day that this beautiful child is in our lives. He is still the Aiden that everyone loves. Another thing that just warms my heart, is that the most simple things that that make little kids giggle " Still " make him giggle. That sound will NEVER get old :)CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-25570093335139194182012-07-30T16:51:00.004-07:002012-07-31T12:53:26.451-07:00My Home-made Laundry SoapOk, so this is for every one that has seen that I am now making home-made laundry soap. I found this recipe on Pinterest. I have added one ingredient, so we will see how it works. My last batch that I made probably lasted me about 5-6 months. I was normally spending around $14 every month and a half for Ecos laundry soap. As much as I loved it, I needed to find something that lasted longer. That is when I stumbled upon this recipe. Now don't get too excited, it openly tells you this is not a fragrant smelling soap, even though it smells good to you, it doesn't really make your clothes smell like anything, but you know what??? It gets the job done! 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Now the Purex Crystals is my new addition to this recipe. It comes in different smellies. The recipe on Pinterest also says you can use Fells-Napa soap, but I LOVE this Yardley soap, it smells so good I wish I could eat it. These two smells together is Heavenly. You will need to buy a cheese grater ( I got a big hand held one at the Dollar Store for $1 ). You just simply grate the soap, just like you would cheese. <br />
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This my friends is the FINISHED product!!! See how the soap grated up looks just like cheese?<br />
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I hope you enjoy this as much as I do....Thanks for reading :o)CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-62136835078665901132012-07-14T20:45:00.002-07:002012-07-14T20:45:59.344-07:00Having Some FUN!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Color the items you have done:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Started your own blog.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slept under the stars</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Played in a band</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited Hawaii</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Watched a meteor shower</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Given more than you can afford to charity</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been to Disneyland</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Climbed a mountain</span> </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">9</span></span></strong><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Held a Praying Mantis</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">10. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sang a solo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">11.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Bungee jumped</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">12. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited Paris</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">13. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Watched a lightning storm at sea</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">14. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Taught yourself an art from scratch</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">15. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Adopted a child</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">16. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had food poisoning</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">17. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been to the Statue of Liberty</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">18. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Grown your own vegetables</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">19. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen the Mona Lisa at the Louvre</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">20. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slept on a train</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">21.</span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Had a pillow fight</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">22. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hitch hiked</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">23. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Taken a sick day when you’re not ill</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">24.</span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Built a snow fort - (well. i tried.)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">25. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Held a lamb</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">26. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gone skinny dipping</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">27. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Run a Marathon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">28. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ridden in a gondola in Venice</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">29. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen a total eclipse</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">30. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Watched a sunrise or sunset</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">31. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hit a home run ( when I was younger )</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">32. </span>Been on a cruise</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">33.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Seen Niagara Falls in person</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">34. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited the birthplace of your ancestors</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">35. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen an Amish community</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">36. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">aught yourself a new language</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">37. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had enough money to be truly satisfied</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">38.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">39. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gone rock climbing - (on a rock wall.)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">40. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen Michelangelo’s David</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">41. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sung karaoke</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">42. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">43. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">44. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited Africa</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">45. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Walked on a beach by moonlight</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">47. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had your portrait painted</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">48. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gone deep sea fishing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">49.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Seen the Sistine Chapel in person</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">50.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">51. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">52. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kissed in the rain</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">53. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Played in the mud</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">54. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gone to a drive-in theater...LOVE these</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">55. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been in a movie</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">56. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited the Great Wall of China</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">57. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Started a business</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">58. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Taken a martial arts class</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">59.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Visited Russia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">60. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Served at a soup kitchen - when I was a senior in High School</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">61.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="color: purple;">Sold Girl Scout Cookies</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">62.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Gone whale wat</span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ching</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">63. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Got Flowers for no reason</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">64. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Donated blood, platelets or plasma</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">65.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Gone sky diving</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">66.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">67.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Bounced a check</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">68. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Flown in a helicopter</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">69. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Saved a favorite childhood toy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">70. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited the Lincoln Memorial</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">71. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Eaten Caviar - (ew. sick.)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">72. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sewn a quilt</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">73. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Stood in Times Square</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">74</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Toured the Everglades</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">75.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Been fired from a job</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">76.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Seen the Changing of the Guards in London</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">77. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Broken a Bone</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">78. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Been on a speeding motorcycle</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">79. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Seen the Grand Canyon in person</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">80.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Published a book</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">81. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited the Vatican</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">82.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Bought a brand new car</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">83. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Walked in Jerusalem</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">84. </span></span></strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had your picture in the newspaper</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">85. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Read the entire Bible</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">86. </span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited the White House</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">87. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Killed and prepared an animal for eating - (well. a fish.)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">88. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had chickenpox</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">89.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Saved someone’s life</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">90. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sat on a jury</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">91.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="color: purple;">Met someone famous</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">92.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="color: purple;">Joined a book club</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">93. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lost a loved one</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">94. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Had a baby x's 2 <3</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">95.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Seen the Alamo in person</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">96.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Swam in the Great Salt Lake</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">97.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Been involved in a law suit</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">98. </span></span></strong><strong style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><span style="color: purple; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Owned a cell phone</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">99. <span style="color: purple;">Been stung by a bee</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">100. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Visited Italy</span></span></span><br />
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I am: A Mama / Wife / Baker<br />
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I think: Socks and sandles are goofy</div>
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I know: I LOVE to laugh<br />
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I want: My boys to grow up to be beautiful human beings<br />
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I have: A Crazzy LOVE for dark chocolate<br />
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I wish: More people knew about my Company CoCo's Truffles <br />
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I hate: Dirty dish water<br />
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I miss: My sisters<br />
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I fear: Something happening to the ones I love the most<br />
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I feel: Hot and sticky<br />
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I hear: The vent fan to the oven, my youngest son laughing, asking where the mopper is<br />
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I smell: Chicken and french fries<br />
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I crave: Dark chocolate<br />
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I search: For the moon at night<br />
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I wonder: Who the girl's my son's will marry some day<br />
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I regret: Not being an exerciser..I know I can do it:)<br />
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I love: Robbie, Noah, Aiden and lot's of other people<br />
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I care: About other people<br />
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I always: HAVE to tell my boys I love them before I go to bed, even though they are sleeping, if I don't and get comfy...I get up and tell them or I can't fall asleep<br />
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I am not: Good with getting my blood drawn..I hate it<br />
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I believe: There is a love out there for everyone<br />
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I dance: Every time I hear music..I can't help it<br />
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I sing: Really loud<br />
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I don’t always: Not cuss<br />
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I write: For memories<br />
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I win: At arm wrestling with my sister Erin ;P</div>
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I never lose: My tooth brush<br />
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I listen: To anyone who wants to just talk</div>
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I can usually be found: Reading books or magazines<br />
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I am scared: Of my kids dieing before me...I truly couldn't handle that <br />
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I need: More money, don't we all<br />
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I am happy about: My life in general <3
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I can't even begin to imagine the pain that Aunt Barb is feeling right now, I wish I could take it away. They were able to share 36 Beautiful years together, but I know in my heart they deserved more. I wish that they were able to be 90 yrs old and sitting on that new porch that just got built sipping on coffee and making each other laugh. Aunt Barb whenever you feel a cool breeze or see a rainbow, I want you to think of Uncle Lenny and know that he is smiling down at you and still LOVING you.<br />
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We wish we could be there to help heal your heart, but we know only time can do that. It will get easier I promise..you will ALWAYS have him in spirit and hold onto that love forever as I know you will. Nobody can take that from you.<br />
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<br />CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-78362664454610304962012-05-24T13:35:00.000-07:002012-05-24T14:26:56.497-07:00Decision/ Opportunity <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> It seems to me that things keep sneaking up on us. Why these things always seem to tug at my heart? I can answer my own question...because I am a Mama and that automatically comes with it. Or either I am just very sensitive, this I already know. For the past 3 months, myself and Robbie have had to decide something that could change Aiden's school life for the better or not. Nothing is final, but it is still scary. The principal at Aiden's school came to us with this......through the Board of DD (developmental disabilities) they have a program that is based out of the Wausean Schools. She did not come at us in a negative way at all, but very positive that Aiden would thrive there. Myself, Robbie and Aiden's Aide Sue went to visit the school, and as it was nice, it was eye opening. Please don't think bad of me, but I had to walk out as I started to cry. It was a lot to take in. What freaked me out was " is Aiden gonna stick out like a sore thumb? " Maybe..maybe not, it's something that we won't know until we try. The not knowing is what scares me the most. </span><br />
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It is amazing to me how things change once you are a parent. This child that you made and just want things to come easy for, now has all these struggles in life, that you can't fix. When they were little it was as simple as kissing a boo boo, but there are some things that we can't fix with a kiss. We can't kiss his brain and make his Epilepsy go away, we can't kiss his muscles to make them not hurt or be sore, or kiss them and make his Muscular Dystrophy go away. All we can do is be the BEST parents we can be and learn as we go, because isn't that what life is about...learning and of course love. I ask myself everyday......gosh probably every minute " what more can we do, are we doing what's best ? " </div>
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So, back to what I was talking about. We have decided to send Aiden to Wausean. Even though we are scared, we think this will be where he flourishes. The program is very individualized. Instead of him being totally mainstreamed with a few pull-outs, it will be him in a class that is very calm and individualized with regular-ed pull-outs. They will focus on how Aiden learns and go from that....Finally. The class goes to the grocery store every other week and that is how they teach math. He will get to shop and find aisles. How fun is that??!! </div>
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Right now Aiden is being taught things that he will not need to function in adult life. This program will teach him the things he needs, even though we will always be here teaching him too. We know that Aiden learns hands-on and at this school, that is exactly what he will be doing. Are you wondering the same thing as us " what if we hate it, can he come back to Swanton? " The answer is yes. Trust me, this was NOT an easy decision, we have been thinking about it for over 3 months. I have done my fair share of crying over it. Just when you think things are slowing down for decision making...BOOM!! another is thrown at you. We will not know how it will work out, but we are leaning towards "good ". One of the things that hurts the most is loosing his Aide Sue.</div>
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Now I know we are not gonna loose her for life, just as his Aide. She is Amazing with him, they just mesh well, they are like two peas in a pod. We need more people like her in this world. Thank you for being you Sue <3. You will always be a part of our family.</div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> This has been very, very difficult for us and anyone who has been my listening ear...thank you so much, it has truly meant a lot to me. Wish us luck on this journey <3</span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-80416169177601050002012-01-28T12:05:00.000-08:002012-01-28T12:06:30.588-08:00My Heart is Tugging<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Monday...January 23rd, 2012</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I had just dropped Aiden off at school at 10:10, he had speech therapy that morning. At 10:40..Robbie brought me my phone and said someone had called it. I checked and it was Park Elementary ( Aiden's School ). I didn't listen to the message, I just called them back. Already having a feeling of what happened. I spoke to the nurse and as she is telling me what happened, my worst fears are coming to light. She told me that Aiden's Aide ( Sue ) had been trying to get Aiden's attention and she couldn't. He kept staring off...wayyy different than his usual. She proceeded to wave her hands around in front of his face saying his name over and over. She then picked up his chair with him in it and turned it to face her, trying to get him to focus on her. Sue yelled for the Teacher to tell her what time it was, she wanted to time this. All of a sudden Aiden's eyes got BIG and he looked right at Sue and she asked him "are you ok Buddy?" He lunged at her and started crying really hard..burying his face in her arm. Sue and his teacher both thought he looked really pale, so Sue took him down to the office and they gave him some crackers and juice. Everything seemed to be fine, so they started to walk back to the classroom, when Aiden looked at Sue and said " Mrs. Smith, my hand won't stop shaking ". She tried to hold it to get it to stop, but it wouldn't. They then went back to the office...Sue was worried something else would happen and she didn't want to be alone in the hallway if it did. It stopped and that's when they called me. It's crazy how fast things can change. I told the nurse at the school that I was gonna call his primary doctor and I would call them back. Aiden was back in class at this point, but I was FREAKING!!! I called the doctors and tried my damnedest NOT to cry while on the phone. She told me to call his Neurologist because it sounded neurological. This isn't happening.....long story a little short..Doctor was not in and nurses weren't either. I looked at Robbie and said "let's go pick up Aiden". We kept thinking....seizure, but maybe his sugar was low. We don't know..we are not Doctors. Five hours later, I get a call back from the neurologist office telling us to UP his Trileptal to 5ml in a.m and 5ml in p.m. Ok............soooooo is the neurologist thinking this has to do with his Epilepsy?..does he think he had a seizure? are you sure it wasn't his sugar? Come ON!!!! That is all she was gonna tell me.."up his Trileptal" SERIOUSLY!!!! She had to put me on hold and go ask the Doctor all the questions...SERIOUSLY!!! He said yes, it was his epilepsy and IF it was his sugar there would have been more symptoms with it. The hand shaking has to do with the seizure. Soooo....he had a seizure at school. It lasted about a minute..minute in half. My baby LOST time and that is probably why he started crying. I could only imagine how scared he was when he came to. Does the Doctor want to see us you ask...nope, not till our appt. March 14th. Nice isn't it. We are thinking....he has been on 4ml in morning and night since August 1st, 2011. He most likely went through a growth spurt and the 4ml wasn't cutting it. At least it wasn't like the other two. This little boy sure is working my heart. Our hearts...</div><br />
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Other friends and family called and wished us well and they are just as important to me as everyone else. Please don't think I will ever forget you guys and the love you shared and continue to share. We also had a great friend who, when she found out, she met us at the hospital with food, drinks, and other stuff we would need. I love you Bunches!<br />
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I honestly don't know if we could have gotten through this without ALL of you. For this we are Thankful each and every day that we have such Amazing people in our lives. To Richard and Ina....I was given such AWESOME in-laws. You are like another set of parents to me and our boys. I love you so much.<br />
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The one thing that I wish I had here...is my sisters ( Kristin and Erin ). You know how I feel, so I won't share it on here for everyone to read. We are connected and close more than people would know...this I am grateful for.<br />
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So here is to 2012...whatever it may bring us, I know we will get through it. Whatever it may bring you..just know that you will get through it too.<br />
Much love and Hugs <3 and a Happy Happy New Year!!!CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-75993894034799471642011-10-05T10:46:00.000-07:002011-10-06T10:48:27.683-07:00From This Moment On..... How to start this blog.....Hmmmmm<br />
As I am sitting here at the library waiting for the time to pass until it is time to pick up my kids, it gives me LOTS of time to think. You know it is gonna be 17 years this December that Me and Robbie have been together. That's more than most people stay married, sad but true. I am not bragging in a any sense, but shouldn't I be allowed that? I think so....The fact that I found My one true Love, Best friend and someone who loves me for me and would NEVER want to change anything about me. He knows what to say without even talking, he knows that just a simple touch of his hand can say a thousand words. We have our ups and downs, but that is part of life. The way you handle these ups and downs is the key. We have never called each other bad things or talked down to each other either...I know he can drive me BONKERS just as much as I can drive him BONKERS, but I feel everything in this life is a learning experience. We have grown with each other and have NEVER felt that we are loosing ourselves in that process.<br />
I knew from the first day that I went to his house that I wanted to be with him...share my inner most moments with. I knew I wanted him to be the one that I laughed and cried with...how did I know this at 16?...he made it that easy. He had a sweetness that most 16 year olds didn't. <br />
Fast forward to June 1998, when I found out I was pregnant...I don't know if I could have been happier...March 6th, 1999 our baby boy was born and here ya go....I was even happier. He was simple Beauty. Being able to create a little person with the man you love the most....to me is the greatest gift.<br />
May 26th, 2001.....the Day we got married, I can't tell you how many times I cried out of pure happiness, anyone who was their could tell you though. I think I may have been radiating in happiness.<br />
January 2002 was very very hard. My Aunt who raised me from the time I was 8 passed away. When i came home from the hospital I was a Zombie...that day passed with a blur. Robbie was there of course to comfort me and little Noah, they are all that I wanted. That March we found out I was pregnant again.<br />
December 13th, 2002 our second little man was born. My two boys:)<br />
Now I know kids are not for everybody and I respect that, but.........Man are you missing out. These little beings are Mini " YOU'S ". Like my quote in my bathroom....."Children are a story yet to be told". My boys are my GREATEST creation and accomplishment. In no way am I a perfect parent, but I am gonna try my Damnedest. These little faces look to you for everything and sometimes we just don't have the answers, but you know what I will search until I find one.<br />
I know a lot of my blogs have been about Aiden's stuff going on, but that is a VERY big thing right now in our lives. My three boys are my life. If I didn't have the love at home from my Husband I am sure it would have been wayyyyy more difficult to deal with. I also have Amazing Family and Friends <3.<br />
So when life throws you hard balls, you need to just hit them out of the field. By me saying this I don't want you to think everything is hunky dorey.....all of this with Aiden has been very heart wrenching, I feel like I could cry at any moment sometimes for the smallest of things. I get told a lot how strong I am, but sometimes I don't feel strong and I don't want to feel strong, I just want a good cry damn it! Even though with all this that is going on I have had some AWESOME belly laughs...anyone that knows me...knows I LOVE to laugh.<br />
Back to the point of this blog.....My love for Robbie: these are my descriptions<br />
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1. Best Friend<br />
2. Daddy<br />
3. Husband<br />
4. Brother<br />
5. Lover<br />
6. Hilarious...at least to me<br />
7. Honest<br />
8. Giver<br />
9. Sweet<br />
10. Quiet<br />
11. Very Very Friendly<br />
12. Noble<br />
13. Generous<br />
14. Would give the shirt off his back<br />
This blog is not meant to brag about what I have, but more for the deep..deep love and appreciation I have for my husband.<br />
If you have not found your ONE....My wish for you is...that you will...everyone deserves this kind of love.<br />
From This Moment On...I Will Love You <3<br />
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As I turned the corner by our basement door, the first thing I see is Aiden on the floor, Instantly I know what is happening...my worst fear AGAIN. I yell for Robbie and tell Noah " he is having a seizure, call 911 ". Noah hands me the phone as Robbie is coming out of our room, knowing Exactly what is happening before he even sees it. You know, even though this has happened once before I am sitting here typing this "Crying". I don't think until now I have really cryed, I have been going full speed ahead. I needed to write this when nobody is around and all I have is silence behind me, and that is what I have right now. I don't think I can ever get used to seeing what we see when he has a seizure. Back to that morning.....I tell the paramedic on the phone what is going on and that we do have Diastat ( that is something we would inject rectally ) to make the seizure stop. We did not use it due to being scared....till this day I wish we would have. IF it were to ever happen again..we would use it, especially now because we know the longer he has the seizure the more likely it could cause Brain damage. So do we feel like shit for not doing it..YES we do, but luckily he does not have damage. Thank GOD!!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> After I got off the phone with them I have Noah call their Grammy and tell her what is happening, Ina gets to our house before the ambulance and calls Richard. When the Paramedics get to our house they look at Aiden and tell us they are going to work on him in the ambulance. One of them pick Aiden up and carry him out. That leaves us pacing the house not knowing what to do. I start to get things together for the hospital. I realize i can't just sit here and pace I need to do something...Oh maybe brush my teeth and hair. I felt stupid when Robbie walked into the bathroom and here is Me straightening my bangs with tears in my eyes and I say " I had to do something, I can't just stand here ". He touched the small of my back and said " I know, I understand ". Of course that brought tears to my eyes then and now. It's those simple touches that mean he knows exactly what I am thinking.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I called my sister Kristin to let her know what is happening, as I am explaining, a Paramedic Finally comes in to let us know we are about to leave. I hung up with her and headed out. I wish I could say that they got the seizure to stop, but they didn't. It took 4 doses of Versaid and something nasal to get it to at least not be so violent, that was when we just pulled up to St. Lukes that it calmed a bit. What is Crazy is that we were in the same room with the same nurses as the first time. Robbie, Noah, Grammy and Papa all show up at the same time. Aiden kept moaning and groaning, but was not talking. as Richard was leaving I look over at Aiden as he starts to throw up in his oxygen mask. The nurse suctioned it out as I wiped his mouth. Still he kept moaning....so the nurse came in and said " he must be in pain, I am gonna give him some Morphine ". should I have questioned her..YES, but you know what I don't know what he is feeling. The Morphine probably knocked him out for about 10 minutes and that is it. The Ambulance from St. V's showed up shortly after. St. Lukes had given Aiden some scrub pants because same as last time he had peed and we are not about to try and change him while he is having a seizure. As they are switching him to their bed he starts to kinda get scared. With all that medicine in him, how can you blame him. I got to ride in the back with him this time. Half way their he felt like he had to poopy, he didn't, but he did pee. The Paramedic..Scott was his name, was sooo nice. Even though they didn't have any scrub pants that would fit Aiden in the ambulance, he explained to Aiden that he will make sure to keep him covered. Scott gave Aiden a stuffed bear with a flying suit on for being so good and brave. We named to bear Scott :) When we got to St. V's, they took us straight to the I.C.U. I let them know as soon as we got their that he needed some scrub pants....it took them 2 hours to get them :( I am figuring the reason for that is......Aiden turned into The HULK....Morphine is NOT his friend. Anyone that has had the pleasure..knows Aiden Loves to give Check-ups. He was NOT having it this day. He stood STRAIGHT up on that bed..penis and butt out for everyone to see, all because the nurse wanted to listen to his heart. The nurse looked at me, saw me trying to reason with him and said " is this normal for him? " Uhhhh NO!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Erin, I hope you know just how sorry I am that you had to find out what happened thru facebook. NEVER did I want that to happen... this I will ALWAYS be sorry for. Julie, Thank you so so much for dropping everything and coming to be their with us...Ina thank you for calling her:) As the day went on Aiden of course got better as the Morphine wore off...the Nurse fell in love with him <3 . Doctors came in and did not understand why he was on Trileptal. We had been weening him off since July 6th, 2011, due to 3 EEG's coming back normal. July 27th was the first day on the dose 1ml in the Am and 1ml in the Pm. Him having a seizure was his body SCREAMING....NO not ready to be off Trileptal. The Doctors say " Oh..they usually give a person one free seizure before meds ". Ummmm have you looked at his chart, his first seizure lasted 25 minutes!!! The one Doctor said " well I'm not a neurologist " Ya think!!!! Then they wondered why Trileptal and proceeded to explain about the 3 new meds. ALL 3 cause behavior problems. HELLO!! he has Sensory, that alone causes behavior problems. Later Robbie asked our neurologist's nurse and she called to ask about the Trileptal and guess what he said....I chose Trileptal because all the other ones cause behavior problems....Thank you Dr. Haseeb for actually listening to parents :)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> We did stay the night at the hospital..they wanted to keep an eye on him once his medicine was bumped back up to were it should be. Believe it or not, he likes to stay :) Friday morning, Dr. Haseeb came in to see him. Asked me about the Diastat and explained a bit more, now I am not so scared to use it. He then looks at me and says " Aiden has Epilepsy ". Did I want to cry...yes I did, but at least we have some answers. He will be on Trileptal for at least the next two years. That is good with us...we really don't enjoy seeing that. It breaks your heart to not be able to do anything for your baby. When it was time to go home, the nurse had to take out Aiden's I.V. and unwrap a bunch of tape off his hairy little arm. This took Me, the nurse and Robbie to hold him. She was AWESOME, she used this wet swab to wipe on his arm, so it didn't rip out any hair. As I am talking to him I notice he is getting pretty pale. When she was done he said " I feel like I am gonna throw up " Guess what...he did. He got himself so worked up, the nurse stayed until his lips started to get pink again. Poor Buddy. After we left, we took the boys to Red Robin, poor Aiden looked so drained. When we got home me and Aiden went and took a much needed nap :)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> We Truly could not make it thru all this if it wasn't for ALL of our family and friends. When I got on facebook and saw all the love and prayers that everyone was sending us...it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you all so much from the bottom of our hearts. Also, knowing that Noah has seen this both times and seeing how he has handled it, makes me love him even more and that Aiden could not have a better brother. I know still to this day he feels guilt for not waking up sooner. Aiden had kicked him a couple times before waking him up. All 3 of us have some guilt...we should have known that maybe something could have happened with him being so low on his meds, but how would we possibly know that. I hope the guilt goes from Noah's heart, I don't want that weighing on him. He is such an emotional being and that I love the most. Thank you for being you Noah, I love you! Aiden, Thank you for Always bringing a smile to our faces...I love you! Robbie, you know me inside and out, I couldn't ask for a better husband...I love you more than you will ever know <3</span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-24222426877131611162011-07-08T12:34:00.000-07:002011-07-08T12:38:07.386-07:00at least for ME it's gonna be scary<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Good NEWS!!! About 2 1/2 weeks ago Aiden had a sleep deprivation EEG, this meant that we had to wake him up at 2 am and keep him awake for the rest of the night. THAT was fun. I actually woke him up at 2:40 am..kinda hard, but I did it. I then proceeded to tickle him and make him laugh, do you know how hard it is as a parent to try to act as if YOU are NOT tired??? Ha!!! I was tired, but had to be a trooper for Aiden, he is what matters. After an hour of tickling him and making him laugh I looked at Robbie and said " Your turn " God love him, he took right over, BUT his way was letting Aiden crawl up in the chair with him to "snuggle ". I then decided I am gonna hang some pictures at 4 am. I had to keep telling Robbie to wake Aiden up and he tells me " Oh he is just kidding, he is awake " as I look at Aiden's eyes closed. Then at 5 am we woke up Noah, we took showers and headed off to Cafe Maries, we got there 3 minutes after they opened at 6:30am. This will keep us busy till 8am. We needed to be at St. V's by 8:30am...there he could fall asleep if he wanted to. He fell asleep 2 minutes before we got there ( snoring and all ). Poor little duder:( It took about 1 hour for his EEG to be done, the nurse said he Zonked right out. She looked at us and said " You have a VERY well behaved little boy, what a sweety". That makes you feel good as a parent:) We finally got the results from that EEG this week and they came back normal ( no signs of a seizure ). THIS means we start to ween him off his Trileptal. He will be totally weened off it by Aug. 9th 2011. </div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Even though there showed no signs of a seizure and trust me, this makes me VERY happy. It scares the </span>beejesus<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> out of me to take him off the one thing that is making him NOT have a seizure. I think every night at least for awhile I am not gonna be able to sleep, being scared that he might have a seizure. So that is why I say " at least for me it will be scary ". We still do not know what caused it and may never know. The thing is.......there are only 4 people who were in that room that night that saw just how bad it was...and I NEVER want to see that again, who would? When something bad happens to your children...it 100% RIPS your heart out. These beautiful creatures, YOU have created and carried and LOVE, they become your WHOLE world, the reason you LIVE and want to be a better person for. THEY are what matters in life. So we Thank everyone who has prayed for him for us <3</span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-48902469157785973062011-05-04T09:30:00.000-07:002011-05-04T09:30:37.513-07:00Finally Some Answers<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">April 29th 2011 I came home to a message on my house phone. It was the nurse from the neurologist's office telling me that she has some news from the blood work they did on Aiden 4 1/2 weeks ago. Man did my heart jump into my throat. I felt myself get shaky instantly. What did they find out? Were they even gonna tell me over the phone? Oh GOD was it Duchenne or something worse? All this goes through my head within seconds as Noah senses my nerves on edge. He then tries to calm me with his sweet words. Could I love him more? Yes...because my kids surprise me more and more every day. They are still learning who they are and THAT I love the most. Sorry I got off topic. I find my purse to get the number so I can call them back. Of course I now have to leave a message....It only took them 10 minutes to call me back, but that is a long time to wait when I am shaky and pacing the kitchen. The first thing she says to me is " Nicole, he does NOT have Duchennes " I instantly started to cry as she goes on to say " But he does have Becker Muscular Dystrophy, you can breathe now ". She tells me this is the BEST news that she could have told me. I apologize for crying and she says " that is ok, but now you have me crying ". Never has a nurse cried because of me, but you know what...she must obviously be a Mama too, she new what we were going through and maybe she knows because it comes with the job, but either way THAT even brought tears to my eyes on just how sweet she was. I don't think I could have heard this news a better way.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> She went on to tell me that now we need to get in touch with the Muscular Dystrophy Association to get him registered and then make our first appt. He will now have two neurologists..the one we have now for his seizures and this new one just for his MD.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> The more and more me and Robbie talk about this makes us feel that.....yes we do wish that Aiden didn't have this, but you know what? We FINALLY have answers and THAT gives us peace of mind. Of course we would never wish this on any parent..heck we didn't wish it on us, but it is here and all we can do is work with it. I may sound calm, but inside I feel like my heart is being ripped into a million pieces...Aiden is our baby as is Noah. I truly feel things happen for a reason..weather I like the reason doesn't matter, but by Aiden having that seizure...THAT is the reason we found all this out...I don't like that it happened, but it did and now we know why.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> We truly..truly can't Thank ALL of you enough for the Thoughts and Prayers and LOVE being sent our way. We honestly feel that they helped. Please keep them coming..this is something that he will have for the rest of his life. Next is learning about it and possibly needing to get Noah tested...that will be another Scary part in our lives again, but we made it through this Thanks to All of you and we will keep on making it through. Much..much..much Love from us to YOU!!</div>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-27757486379038145542011-03-25T09:58:00.000-07:002011-03-25T09:58:19.913-07:00Some Of My Favorite Things...<div style="text-align: left;">So I decided to write a blog that hopefully won't make anybody sad this time. I thought " Hmmm, maybe some people may want to know what I like, "what makes Me tick". So here it goes. I absolutely LOVE Tree Hut Shea Body Butter. It comes in a four pack at Meijer for like $5.00. I have eczema and this makes my legs Ohhh so soft.<br />
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My next favorite thing is Coconut Oil...this my sister Kristin turned me onto. I use it to take off my make-up ( hence, no chemicals, all natural ) and I also rub some between my fingers and run it through my hair before I blow dry it..it makes my hair not so frizzy. I just found out that Kroger sells it for only $6.95, where at Bassets it is $9.95. I was so excited to see it at Krogers.<br />
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Lately I have had a few random people tell me just how good I smell..if you read my Facebook status last week you would have read just how close someone at Krogers got to me to smell me..that was a First. So if you don't want to be as Crazy as That woman I will just tell you what perfume I wear. It is Lucky Number 6. I love the bottle, I love the smell..It is my FAV. Now I am pretty sure you can find it at many stores like Kohls, Elder Beerman, JcPenny, maybe even Meijer for about $35.00 for a bottle way bigger than the one in the picture.<br />
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Now as most of you should know is that my sister Erin is the Owner of Bellababy Studio and she makes these Beautiful flowers and bows. If you see me on a regular basis you know you will see me sporting something in my hair made by her. What can I say...She is Awesome at what she does. You can find her on Facebook and Etsy, so get to it buy something :)<br />
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Now if I am not wearing something made by my sister, than most likely you will see me in some sort of hat. The grey one on the right I have stolen from my Brother- In- Law Chuckster..Shhhh he thinks he will be getting it back, but between you and me " He's not". I find these hats everywhere..Target, Meijer, Chuckster, Kohl's..they usually range from $6-12.00. Hey if you can ROCK a hat...ROCK It!!<br />
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I have a slight obsession with long socks, as I call " My Crazy Socks" I LOVE them and I don't care if they match what I am wearing..even though sometimes I try to match a little. Robbie and our boys always try to find new ones for me...leg warmers are cool too. I have one pair that I put on one night and started jumping on the bed in front of Robbie and started singing " I'm a Maniac..Maniac... On The Floor". If you don't know what that song is from..I am sorry to say "YOU were deprived as a child".<br />
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My family and I are Major movie watchers.. I love movies that make me laugh, cry and think. These are some of my Favorites. You don't live under a Rock, so I don't need to tell you where you can find movies :).<br />
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Just like my flowers, bows and hats..if you know me and see me on a regular basis you will also know I love me some scarves. Three of them I got from my sister Erin..the maroon, tan and aqua one, she actually made. My friend Ayda made me the long teal one for my Birthday. The light blue and teal ones on the end came from Thailand..I mean actually traveled from Thailand to Maui to Ohio..those two are from my Aunt Pammy and they smell so good.<br />
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I love All sorts of music as you can tell from my CD's. Trust me there is so many more I would love to own..this collection isn't even close to All of the variety that I like.<br />
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Oh my Gosh..I almost forgot! The one thing that makes my mouth water as I am trying not to drool...And that is Dark Chocolate..ohh how could I almost forget you, you little devil. What makes it soooooo easy to love is..It's Good for you!!!!<br />
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I have been collecting penguins for some years now...how could you not love them, they are soo stinkin cute. This set of penguins I got from my friend Chris a couple of years ago. I am also starting to love owls. I think that they are so peaceful and mean no harm..very tranquil.<br />
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There are 3 things that aren't actually Things that are my utmost FAVORITE in this whole world.......That my Friends are my Boys....THEY are My WORLD...THEY make me who I am...THEY Love ME no matter what. Hug the ones that are in your life and Don't sweat the small stuff. I hope this blog brought a Smile to your face, because THAT<span style="background-color: blue;"></span> was my ultimate goal.... Love you all!! Peace Out!!<br />
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</div>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-46582735493095733052011-03-13T13:16:00.000-07:002011-03-13T13:40:18.138-07:00Answers....Well at least some..<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So as we feel things may be slowing down, Aiden has one more follow up appt. At this appt. I get the news that Aiden has Muscular Dystrophy. I know this is a <u>HUGE</u> shocker. Dr. Walker, Aiden's sensory Dr had given us a blood test script back in December to get some Genetic tests done. This was just to see if his Sensory/Cognitive Delays are genetic or just something that popped up in Aiden. All this was gonna do was ease our minds, nothing could change it. Dr. Walker also said this was Totally up to us if we wanted to get it done..no big deal. I know I may sound so calm, but trust me I am going Crazy inside. When we went to this follow up appt and Dr. Cockley told me this..I was dumbfounded. <u>THIS</u> was not even what they were looking for. Oh sorry I forgot to tell you why we decided to get the tests done. We only got them done because after Aiden had his seizure..they wanted to make sure his levels were up from the ER..so we thought "What the hell, lets get the genetic blood work done". We had already decided back in December that we were not gonna get it done..why bother, it couldn't fix anything..We will love Aiden unconditionally anyway. As Dr. Cockley tells me this, I was like "What, you need to back up a sec. " Then I say " Is this what they are diagnosing him with? " The dreaded answer "Yes Nicole..it is". All I wanted to say was " are you kidding me". Dr. Cockley knows me all too well, so he starts to look it up on his lap top and keeps saying " this is all worst case Nicole, do NOT go home and look this up". We leave and Robbie and Noah are in the truck waiting..they did not come in because this was just a follow up..nothing big. How do you tell your husband the father of your babies this crazy news without breaking down. We went home and I called my sisters..I was starting to freak out. I finally got ahold of Kristin and she calmed me a bit. She said " Nicole, this is good news..you Finally have answers". Dr. Cockley did say this is the reason he crawled late and walked late..Ding..Ding..Ding..THAT is right, it makes sense. Muscular Dystrophy is low protein in the muscles. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> A few days later I am Finally able to talk to Dr. Walker who actually ordered the test. It just didn't seem real until I talked to him. I needed to hear it from him. He was just as surprised to be reading what he was reading right in front of him. Genetic testing can find anything, anything can pop up. We never did find anything out about what his sensory and cognitive delays being genetic. Dr. Walker said now in the next few months we will be seeing a good amount of specialists. Neurologist being the FIRST..he said that should be my next phone call, he has to know this. In June will be our appt for the Genetic Dr. He also told me that I am the carrier and that Noah needs to be tested now too. Even though I feel our lives had been turned upside down before, this gives it a whole nother turn. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> So the reason I may sound so calm is I Truly feel things have happened for a reason this past few months. IF Aiden would have never had a seizure..we would have NEVER gotten that genetic blood work done and we would not have found this diagnoses out..We feel that we have been dealing with all the side affects the past 7 yrs of his life..there are a lot of things that we have figured out and this was the missing piece..Finally...Our next few months will be crazy, but you know what, We can do this..We Can!! I can Honestly say " I am a Strong Women" and I have <u>AMAZING</u> Family and Friends. Thank you All for your support and LOVE..it truly means so much. Lots of Hugs and Smoochies</span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-7888458331260200272011-02-23T10:45:00.000-08:002011-02-23T10:45:48.122-08:00Baking..I love it!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If anyone asked me why I love Baking..I would say, Because I am damn good at it! Just kidding. Actually when I bake I think it soothes me in a way..calms my nerves. The other day I made Homemade yellow cake ( not boxed ), not that that is bad..trust me I use boxed cake. I just wanted to know how to make homemade cake like they do on that show Cake Wars. So who did I call? My sister Erin to have her look up a recipe for me. Most of them called for shortening (Ewww), but we found one. So I then had decided to make Carrot Cake Cup cakes with cream cheese frosting. Now I don't normally like Carrot cake, but this was my recipe so I tweaked it to my liking..and Damn was it good if I do say so myself. I sliced the carrots in my Handy Dandy Food Processor that my Awesome Husband and kids bought me for Mother's Day, added some allspice and cinnamon and Blam! was it good. I then made my cream cheese frosting and added allspice and cinnamon and some vanilla extract to that too..Mmmmm I could just eat that by itself..and trust me I did. Robbie just looks at me and says " Nicole, you are gonna get a stomach ache" I was like "Whatev", and did a little dance around the kitchen. I could be sitting on the couch and think " I want to bake something", so I get up and find some stuff and start baking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> I remember when I was a kid, Terrie would give Me and Nikki free rain in the kitchen to bake. We had sooo much fun..we would start with a batter of some sort and just start adding things to it..some of the stuff was pretty weird, but it always turned out..well mine did, Nikki still to this day claims hers NEVER turned out good. I'm sure some did :) Terrie was an awesome cook and baker. I wish I could remember if my Mom was. Terrie always told me she was and so do a lot of other people. I just wish I actually knew. I trust them, don't get me wrong..I just never got the chance to bake with my Mom as a child, or at least I don't remember..I was only 8 when she got sick, but God took care of me and gave me Terrie to do those things with. It's not the same, but I still treasure it. So this shows you that I was baking and cooking early on. Trust me anyone can learn, you just have to start with a good recipe and have fun with it. Baking or Cooking with someone always makes it more fun too, so if you ever want to bake or cook with me, just give me a call......I'll be waiting ;) </span>CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1675575787639543410.post-19652016039892975092011-02-19T11:55:00.000-08:002012-06-09T13:37:26.308-07:00The day our lives got turned upside downJanuary 12th, 2011....5:15 am, I was woke up by Robbie telling me " Nicole wake up, Something is wrong with Aiden". My heart fell to my stomach, not something you EVER want to hear. We went in the bedroom to find a huge drool spot under Aiden's face. We both try to wake him up ( no luck),. as I turn him toward me I see that his mouth is contorted to the left side. I told Robbie to turn on the light as we proceed to try to wake him. His hands then curl in towards his body and they start to flail about and the kicking starts. I hear and see Robbie going in and out of the room saying "what do you want me to do?" We are both crying and I tell him call 911. All that is going through my head is" Oh My God..it looks like he is having a stroke, but he is 8". They tell Robbie to not restrain him so I lay him on the bed and he keeps kicking, so I lay him on the floor..still not knowing what I should be doing. I look up and see that Noah is standing in the doorway..my heart aches for him because I am unable to comfort him as he is watching and not knowing what is happening to his younger brother. I hear Robbie call his Mom and Dad as I watch Aiden moaning and moving all over the floor. It seems like forever waiting for the ambulance to get to our house. Trust me..they always get lost and this drives me Bonkers. All of a sudden 6 big men are in the room and I am pressed against Noah's fish tank watching as they try to help Aiden. then the medic says "Mam, we are gonna give him a spray up his nose to stop the seizure" I ask "Is that what is happening?" I had epilepsy as a child, but all I did was pass out, Nothing like this. This spray only calms him a bit, but does not stop it. Richard, Robbies dad is here at this point too and I look up and see him crying. The Mom in me wants to be able to comfort all of them, but I can't...I Can't even comfort Aiden. One of the medics decides he is going to carry Aiden to the ambulance. i ran and changed my clothes...I have NEVER changed so fast in my life. I waited in the front seat of the ambulance for about 10 minutes before we left headed to St.Lukes. We arrive at the hospital and he still is not waking up. He is responding to the cold stethoscope though, this they told us is good news. His seizure lasted 25 minutes...THAT is a very long time for a first time. He had on an oxygen mask and he then threw up in it and Me and Robbie lost it, this was soooo much to handle and see. As the nurse cleaned it we held eachother and cryed and I look back at Noah and he is trying so hard not to cry too. Again..I should be comforting him, can you even imagine what is going through his head? They did a CT and that came back good..again they said this is good news, still no reason to why this happened. We found out that during the CT, he had thrown up again. They did not clean him very good, but they have their job to do and I understand. So as the Dr. is talking to us, all I am doing is trying to clean my babies face off...this is how I can comfort him. Robbies brother is here with us too..this I appreciate. I called my sister Kristin to tell her what has just happened..I needed to hear her voice..I sooo wanted to call my other sister Erin, but it was 3:30am her time, so I asked Kristin to call her in a bit...Sorry Erin..you should have heard it from me. At this point they have given him 4 things to stop the seizure all together. On the way to St. Lukes they had given him 2 IV injections and when we got to the hospital they gave him Dialantin. We eventually found out we were being transferred to Toledo Childrens Hospital to the ICU. As they were putting him on the stretcher, he woke up and was very confused. I was able to ride in the front of the ambulance again..this EMT actually talked to me..it kept me calmer..even though I kept catching myself from crying again. When we were almost there, Aiden yells "Mommy" and I said "Yeah Buddy" he says "I love you" this absolutely melted my heart..I said " I love you too" he had fallen asleep on the one EMT's leg while he lay strapped to the stretcher..such a little duder. Krissie had met us up there with some snacks and drinks and deodorant and a brush that I requested. She is the Best :) My Aunt Julie came up too and as she walked in I just cryed as she held me. Thank you. Ina of course was there too..I couldn't ask for a better Mother- in- Law..I love you! We had awesome nurses when we got there. They ordered an EEG..Aiden had to drink some liquid that would make him sleepier so he would hold still during it. He talked the whole time, just until the last 10 minutes then he zonked out, such a trooper. That came back normal too, with a little abnormality on the left side by his ear. They then ordered an MRI for the next day at 1:45 pm and he can't eat until after ( seriously??) Anyone who knows Aiden well knows this is NOT good. He is an eater and now he is alert. We got to finally go to his new bedroom, we were gonna be here for awhile. Oh and by the way, around 4:30 that same day..I found out I no longer have a job. I did not get fired, so don't worry. My boss Larry had to close the doors for good. I could not ask for a better boss. He respected me as I did him. I know Larry..you hate when I call you my boss. He was not just my Boss..he was and still is my friend. Thanks for all the talks Mr. Boss Man :) I feel this happened for a reason..God knew Aiden and Noah were gonna need me and that my focus and energy will be needed with them. This has truly made me believe that things Do happen for a reason. The MRI was pushed back half an hour. This did not make Aiden a very happy camper..he had not eaten since 11 the night before.. I was able to stay with him and we snuggled in his bed as we slept..wires and all, he had 2 IV's, one in each arm. Laura our friend came up and stayed 2 hours during her lunch break. This meant a lot..she was there when the nurse came in rushing to want Aiden to drink the same stuff from the day before, but it was much more and does NOT taste good..this she felt the need to point out when I asked her for 2 medicine cups instead of the syringe..what I dumbass. Aiden does not drink out of syringes..I know this, as I am his Mom..not her. She still insisted that she could get it down by holding him down. Now I know this was not going to work, but to make a point I let her...Guess what...it didn't work..duh!! This was not fun to watch. She then runs back and forth out of the room calling the Dr. She finally comes back in and says "ok Mom, we are gonna do it your way, how many cups do you need"? 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The MRI came back normal too, again with an abnormality in the same spot. The neurologist has decided to call in an ENT (ear, nose and throat). We had to decide at this point if we want to keep Aiden on anti-seizure meds..we decided..yes we do, there was an 80% chance he could have another if we decided not to keep him on it. That is way to high for me and Robbie. We NEVER want to see that again. We saw the ENT Friday night and he was not too concerned with what he saw, but we would be getting another CT in the next week..it ended up being cholesterol something..I always forget the rest of the word, but The Dr. is not too concerned still..he will be getting an MRI in 6 months to check it again. No this has nothing to do with the seizure, it's just something they found. We left the Hospital Jan. 15th, 2011. I was not sure if I wanted to start a blog, but people that are closest to me talked me into it, telling me this could be my outlet. Our lives since that morning of January 12th have been crazy...appt after appt and in the mix of all this Aiden got pneumonia. He is doing great though..he is our little trooper. My family is my whole world..I hope this did not make you cry too much..I cryed while typing it. I will always relive it in my memories..it's like it just happened. Hopfully my next post will be more uplifting ;)CoCohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05156172982518876320noreply@blogger.com6