tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857082623790487022024-03-13T10:42:35.266-06:00Liv*n LifeDesihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.comBlogger353125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-10933118317270657912014-09-30T20:50:00.000-06:002014-09-30T20:50:01.547-06:00Pregnancy UpdateWow, time flies when you're having fun. Or when you are sleeping by 9pm every night.<br />
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I completely failed on this pregnancy update thing. I am currently 27 weeks......the last time I posted, I was 16 weeks.....How does 11 weeks go by and you don't even realize it? I should take this as a good thing. My pregnancy is flying by....did you know it's October tomorrow?! Not sure how that happened either.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Due Date: December 28th and i'm sticking to it.....I suppose I can deal with this date, it's in between two major holidays, poor guy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Symptoms: Still tired. I haven't had any surges of energy this time around. I am going to contribute this to a 5 year old that started kindergarten (which takes more brain power and memory than I have the capacity for lately, you should see the calendar in my phone, with reminder alarms, it's embarassing), and working full-time whilst trying to keep this house up, I get tired even typing this.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Cravings: I haven't really had specific cravings. I do get ideas in my head of things I need RIGHT NOW, but it's not consistent.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sleep: It's alright. I've had some random early wake-ups that require me to do some reading to "hopefully" fall back asleep.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Things I'm missing: This answer will remain beer.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Movement: Oh yes, my boy moves way more than my girl. He especially likes to go crazy in the evenings, but he also likes to throw little parties after lunch.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Due Date: Still between Dec. 24-28th.....I will most likely have a better idea August 1st, which is the BIG ultrasound.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Symptoms: I've been tired....Pat has been away for work all week and I've reached my limit. The cherry on top was a tantrum @ soccer tonight and a nice knee to the face when trying to get her in the bath....which caused a almost crying parent moment, but we pulled through and she was sleeping 2 minutes after hitting her pillow.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Cravings: Meh. Nothing. I still need to be better about cooking....maybe some meal planning this weekend? If I don't have a plan I will not be successful during the week. AND even though I know this....I still slack in this department.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sleep: Great. No complaints....I read every night and have been falling asleep with my kindle still open next to me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Things I'm missing: Still beer......it was a hot week. Energy would be good....still waiting to get more of that. I'm really exhausted by the end of my work day and that is where the not making dinner thing is stemming from. I have a much bigger house to clean nowadays and I am also struggling with this.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Movement: no traditional flutters and what not, but this little girl/guy likes to hang out in the lower right quadrant of my belly...where I can see a little bulge when "it's" hanging out down there.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Gender: August 1st. Super pumped because Dani will be in town and gets to come to my ultrasound also!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br />
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And, in all fairness, I feel the need to document the baking and life of this small nugget, as I did the same for his/her sister. So with that, I've found the motivation to come back to blogging. Life is changing and a lot has been going on in these parts, but I will start out with a fun pregnancy survey and more updates on life will come shortly.<br />
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How Far along: I am 14 weeks today.<br />
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Due Date: Ummm....anywhere from December 24-28th (poor planning) and surprisingly I've been very laid back about the whole, every time I go to a different appointment/ultrasound, my due date changes. I'm sure when Christmas comes around I won't be so la-dee-da about the whole "when is this baby coming" thing, but for now, this is ok.<br />
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Symptoms: Today? none really....but I was extremely sick for the first few months. I've been feeling great for the last 3 weeks. This was new, as I got sick when pregnant with Liv, once....and that was it. This time was a mix of puking each morning from brushing my teeth to drinking carbonated beverages at night to make it to 8 o'clock for bedtime. 8 o'clock is being generous.....sometimes 7:30 was my limit.<br />
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Cravings: Like last time, sugary drinks are on the top of my list. Also, baked potatoes with sour cream?? Well any kind of potatoes have been calling to me. On the other hand, I have been completely turned off by chicken....I need to learn my lesson on this one, as I keep ordering chicken on salads and such and then not eating it. I've also been pushing myself to eat breakfast, as I usually don't make the time to do so....but it's obviously a must when pregnant, so I've been making sure to do that.<br />
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Sleep: Pretty decent. No complaints. I've been having a lot of early bedtimes and that's key for me to not start feeling nauseous in the morning.<br />
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Things I'm missing: Well, not going to lie, I would have really liked to have enjoyed a beer with dinner on Saturday night....but I had a virgin caesar and that will have to do :). Also, having deli turkey? I didn't miss this my last pregnancy, but because I wasn't feeling well, I wasn't doing as much cooking and was struggling with ideas for work lunches.<br />
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Movement: None<br />
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Gender: I have an idea.....but I will wait for confirmation.<br />
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So, I came back to my blog with a bang, and I'll be back soon.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-81594648929522092602013-01-01T19:44:00.005-07:002013-01-01T19:44:39.251-07:00Christmas 2012It seems fitting that I'm writing about Christmas on New Years Day, because my last post was in October.<br />
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Maybe one of my New Years Resolutions should be to keep this space updated a little more. I love looking back and I really need to make it more of a priority...especially since we plan on expanding our family at some point (2013?).<br />
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Christmas was a whirlwind. I had to work Christmas Eve, but we started celebrating that night. In fact, Liv was so tired that mama woke up at 6am and waited around for 2 hours until Liv and Daddy woke up! It was nice to relax and talk with my mom and sister before the gift opening started.<br />
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We skyped with my mom while we opened present. Liv was so excited and actually kept up a decent pace of opening present. I have to say three is the best year yet for Christmas. Liv understood what was going on and really enjoyed herself. We had so much fun with her.<br />
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I got Pat a few gifts, one being a wedding band. He hasn't worn one since we got married, so it might take some adjusting. He keeps taking it off because it's a bit big....I told him that I don't think he knows how this wedding band thing works :).<br />
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Pat outdid me, of course. He bought me a car! I needed one, but was pleasantly surprised that he went to the trouble of picking it out and purchasing it without my help. It's a 2012 Ford Fusion and I've never driven a car this new so it makes me a bit nervous, but it's also really nice!<br />
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I have an overload of pictures...my family can stop complaining about my slacking...for awhile anyways.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-48965211497103688852012-10-09T20:49:00.001-06:002012-10-09T20:49:18.980-06:00Sweet and SourHello Strangers. Between working, raising a crazy 3 year old, and the husband's random trips out of town....I have seriously put updating my blog on the back burner. I was a little upset with myself when I realized that I didn't even post about Liv's 3rd birthday. It's funny how I used to celebrate monthly on the blog, so I am going to start off writing again with a post about Liv and what she's up to.<br />
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Liv being a "spirited" child still holds true. She challenges me every day. With her challenges and the ferocity that she holds her ideas with, she also loves me with. Sometimes I call her my little sour patch kid...sometimes she's sweet and sometimes she's sour, but when she's sweet it wipes away all the sour things she does....I also happen to enjoy sour candies :).<br />
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She still loves "school" and it's great to see her making friends. When she started daycare she didn't really have much interest in the other kids. Fast forward to her moving into the "big kids" classroom and she "talks" to her friends all the time...in the bathtub, at bedtime....she loves pretending they are standing right next to her.<br />
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She has also found a shyness that really surprises me. Maybe it comes with age and knowing what is appropriate and not appropriate, but if she is introduced into a setting where there is new people or things, she needs some time to warm up. It doesn't usually take long and I won't complain about the snuggles I receive while she warms up.<br />
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Her teachers at school continue to surprise me with their updates. They have been known to tell me that Liv is very gentle with others, cooperative, and a "neat" eater. I would love to see Liv display some of this at home, but I guess if I have to take one or the other, I'll take her behaving at school.<br />
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We just celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving and are getting ready for the approaching American Thanksgiving. Dani is coming to visit and will be here to celebrate with us. Liv is very excited and god forbid Auntie Dani goes to visit my mom, because the sheer mention of Auntie Dani seeing someone else besides her brings her to tears.<br />
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I have a few pictures to share and I will try to be a little more diligent about my updates.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-75071386297648484712012-08-26T19:52:00.002-06:002012-08-26T19:52:27.483-06:00Liv's Room Re-DoMy goal when Liv was in Michigan was to plan her 3rd birthday party and re-decorate her bedroom. I had bought most of the furniture for Liv's room from Value Village and it didn't all go together. I love Value Village, but I wanted it to be a bit more cohesive and organized.<br />
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I bought most of the new things for Liv's room at Ikea. I looked a lot online and planned what I was going to buy before I went. I tend to walk around in a daze when I'm at Ikea, so I needed a plan.<br />
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It doesn't necessarily have a theme. I wanted it to be a bit whimsical and girly, but still look like it was a little girl's room.<br />
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Here's how it turned out.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-59929198807499945122012-08-13T20:42:00.002-06:002012-08-13T20:42:36.990-06:00DebrisDebris - the remains of anything broken down or destroyed; ruins; rubble.<br />
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There are moments that literally stop me cold and I get lost in a thought or a moment of what used to be. I'm sometimes successful at pulling myself out of the rubble and other times it takes me awhile longer to climb out.<br />
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These moments could be brought on by a song on the radio. Or by a bad day/week/month and thinking and over-thinking it because that's what I do. They are brought on with my interactions with friends, family, and Liv.<br />
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It can start out as a memory...a great memory with Shannon, that I think about so hard and in that moment, I really think if I pick up my phone and call her...she will answer.<br />
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Or it can be something that I'm dealing with and I wonder what she would think about how I responded to the situation and what she thought I should do.<br />
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It's a strange thing to deal with...all the debris that is left over after the death of somebody who meant so much to you. I'm not the only person that is damaged and in need of repair. I find comfort with some people and lose it with others. It's not that I judge the way they deal...I just can't cope that way and therefore remove myself from the hurt.<br />
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Everyone deals with death differently. There is no right or wrong, no black or white solution...there is just pure survival.<br />
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The funny thing about debris is that it inflicts a lot of pain. There was a lot of damage done and many scars that are so fresh it's hard to forget. Denial is a strong tool for survival, but when does it catch up with you? When you leave pain untreated, how long does it take to infect you?<br />
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I am by no way saying that I am never happy. I am, and I think about Shannon during good times as well...I would just like to know...When does it get better? I want to be able to reminisce without being swallowed back into the ruins.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-36401633379294434772012-08-12T20:13:00.001-06:002012-08-12T20:13:13.480-06:00winding downMy absence is totally due to the fact that I am trying to adjust to my new lifestyle as a working mom. It is a huge change, but one I am really loving. I am busy and I love having a routine.<br />
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Ummm.....Liv turned 3. Remember back when I had a blog post celebrating every month? Well, I am a failure. However, I did not fail in delivering her a superhero party that she requested. And when you think about it, that's what is really important.<br />
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We've had an interesting summer. Liv was in Michigan with my family for three weeks! It was very strange to say the least. It is something that will be an annual occurrence and Liv really enjoyed herself. My family loved having her there too. Pat and I had some quality time together too...probably more than we needed, but like I said...good for all. My mom flew in with her two weeks ago and stayed for six days. It was nice to have her here. She has never visited before and I liked having her in my new home and I thought she fit in nicely. Now I need to convince her to move here and be my live in nanny.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-58545945408487919672012-07-11T21:41:00.001-06:002012-07-11T21:41:20.853-06:00Back to RealityNot that I left reality for very long. I arrived back in Calgary on Monday and since the moment I left on Thursday until right now, it's been a whirlwind. I was SO busy while I was home, I definitely missed seeing some important people and it gives me anxiety about when I'll get to see them next, but that's more reason for me to save up to get back for Christmas!<br />
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Ashley and Nate's wedding was beautiful. There ceremony was on Lake Superior and everything was absolutely stunning and perfect. I was a bit stressed during the ceremony because Dani and I had readings and Liv was being a terror, throwing sand at me and sticking her face in the sand....she's wild. She was also a tasmanian devil at the reception, but she made a slightly early exit and we all got to let our hair down and enjoy some beverages and dancing.<br />
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Liv is with my parents until the 30th. I feel like a horrible mother, BUT I am doing this for my daughter and my family. They only get to see her for a limited amount of time and my mom and I have been talking about this for awhile. My mom is going to fly back with her and stay a week too, which is so exciting because she hasn't been to visit yet. I am going to enjoy the stampede, some alone time with my husband...and busy myself with planning Liv's 3rd birthday party and re-doing her room for her return. Starting pinterest board now...<br />
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I have a modge podge of pictures to document our time in Michigan, so bear with me...I lost my camera a few weeks ago and stole all of these off of facebook.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dani took some pictures of Liv in a feather headband she made for her...this is the first she's posted....how cute! It makes me miss her that much more. That face is SO her! Here is the <a href="http://www.danisamantha.com/" target="_blank">link</a> to my sister's website!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Lea, Ashley's photographer, my friend and she was also my photographer. Liv has not seen her since my wedding but as soon as she saw her she was obsessed with Lea. I had to tow her away on multiple occasions because she was trying to distract poor Lea. Lea...I hope this is ok that I posted this. Lea is amazing and has a photography business called <a href="http://www.viennaglenn.com/" target="_blank">Vienna Glenn Photography</a>. Here is the link to her <a href="http://www.viennaglennblog.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> too.</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-19923125656837534432012-06-19T20:21:00.003-06:002012-06-19T20:21:45.076-06:00working womanWell sort of. I'm a faux working woman for the next couple of weeks. I get up, get ready, and go to work...but I'm not really doing my job yet. I had orientation on Monday and then today I sat around and shadowed the women in customer service. I will spend the rest of the week doing a production rotation, which involves lots of laundry and the ugliest uniform ever worn...I might take a picture to document the 10 inch zipper on these slacks (yes slacks is the correct term for these monstrosities), then I will be out with the service reps for the rest of the week. <div>
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It definitely feels good to get out of the house and start "working", but I am a little antsy to get started on my actual job. I'm feeling all stressed and anxious about it because I will be covering for my manager's position when she goes on Maternity leave (which for everyone in the States, that is 12 whole months in canada!). She is only about 5 months so I have some time, but my anxious self likes to start stressing out early.</div>
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Blogging might be put on the back-burner for a bit because hello, I haven't worked in two years and getting into it again has proven tiring. I'm not used to waking up at 5am. I do enjoy it though, there is something about getting up and drinking coffee, showering, and getting ready alone that sets my day off right.</div>
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Liv is doing fantastic. She loves her daycare and hasn't made a peep about the slightly longer hours and extra days. She gets a little miffed if she gets there before her favorite teacher is there, but I'm thinking this will pass in a few weeks when she realizes she gets there earlier from now on. </div>
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Father's day was lovely. We let Pat sleep in and I found a cute questionnaire on pinterest titled "All About My Dad", framed that and we gave him a book that he already had (oops). I will need to post the answers Liv put for these questions because they were really entertaining. When asked what her dad always tells her, Liv answered "that I'm a maniac!". Also, when asked how old her dad was she said "two.....no, I two....I can't know!". It was funny to say the least.</div>
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So that is my update for now. I have a bachelorette party (stagette party for the canadians) this weekend, but most likely Liv and I will be hanging out outside and I will have some pictures to post on Sunday.</div>Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-88600415126800112162012-06-15T10:31:00.003-06:002012-06-15T10:31:32.999-06:00Big News!Drumroll please......I am employed! I was hired today :). I am so happy and excited to start this new chapter in our lives. I start Monday and hello lifestyle change. I am nervous but I'm sure we will all adjust just fine.<br />
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Other than that we have a busy weekend coming up with Liv's dance recital! It's sure to be stressful but filled with cute. I am looking forward to how she does, she is a little timid in front of new people and situations so I'm not sure how she will feel being on stage in front of lots of new faces. I've had to do her hair and make-up for dance a few different times already so I feel confident, but I'd be lying if it didn't make me a little sad to see my baby wearing make-up :(. It's a requirement and part of the package so I'm sucking it up.<br />
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Liv and I are heading back to Michigan on July 5th for my friend, Ashley's, wedding. I'm really looking forward to seeing my family and friends and celebrating with Ashley and Nate! I will be heading back on the 9th and Liv is going to stay with my family until the 23rd...crazy, I know. I want her to experience summer in the U.P. and my mom and I have been talking about doing this annually for awhile now. My family would like to be able to spend quality time with Liv every year also. It will be interesting though. I don't know how I will survive without my little gremlin sidekick.<br />
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This has definitely been the most exciting week I've had in awhile and I am thrilled to be able to finally say I have a job!<br />
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Here are a few pictures from the last couple weeks.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-88411243884346873992012-05-28T21:15:00.002-06:002012-05-28T21:15:26.959-06:00a long update.I don't want to jinx myself, buuut I have a second interview tomorrow!! This would be the second, second interview I've had. However, I didn't follow through with the first one because the hours were 1pm-9pm monday through friday and I am not willing to give up putting Liv to bed every night. This job is something I wouldn't have ever saw myself doing, but seriously, posing "I need a job" as your status on facebook opens up a lot of opportunities (who knew??!) and I realized I know more people in Calgary than I thought I did. So wish me luck on that!<br />
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Also, last weekend I threw Pat a 30th Surprise Birthday party! I obviously didn't write about it because I didn't want him to find out. I can confidently say he had no idea, it was so much fun, and it felt great to surprise Pat...he's not an easy person to surprise. I was a weasel and called Pat's friend to take him golfing for the day of the party. However, Pat was being difficult and wasn't sure if he wanted to go...so what did I do? I nagged him and nagged him. He kept saying "I don't know why you care if I go golfing or not?"...bahaha. So, his group of friends got him to the pub where I was throwing the party and the rest is history. There was great friends, food, lots of drinks, decorations, and sticky moustaches for everyone! It was truly a blast and something I know Pat won't soon forget.<br />
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Speaking of Pat, he's out of town. He left last Friday and he'll be home Wednesday. This is the first time that Pat has been gone, and keep in mind he used to work out of town for months at a time, that Liv has communicated that she misses him. She has been asking where Daddy is and pretending he is a little polly pocket, carrying him around with her ha. Tonight though, she cried and cried for her daddy....it was heartbreaking really. We called him up and I let her talk to him so she could hear him tell her he would be home soon, but she told me again at bedtime "I reawy want dada come home soon".<br />
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Since Pat left on Friday, Liv and I had a girl's weekend. I wanted to keep her busy because every mom knows how long a day can seem if you sit inside the whole time with your toddler. We got up bright and early on Saturday because there was a "parade of garage sales" in our neighborhood. I was on the hunt for a tricycle and not only did I find that, but we got a picnic table, a cozy coupe, and a tool set all for under $40! Liv threw a little fit because she wanted this playhouse that was very used and marked at $35, so I said no. She talked about it all day though...so a few hours later she said to me "mawbe daddy bring me and git it for me?". I told Pat he's in trouble because she's got his number :).<br />
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Like I said, Pat will be home Wednesday. Usually when he is out of town, his return date is wishy washy. This time is different because he has to be home for Thursday because it's my immigration appointment, so I will FINALLY be a permanent resident of Canada! whoop whoop! It's only been about two years in the making and damn it feels good to almost be finished with it.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-11715325161971800412012-05-16T21:04:00.002-06:002012-05-16T21:04:22.725-06:00LatelyLately...The weather has been beautiful here in Calgary and we have been spending a lot of time outside! Liv loves it outside and I love hanging outside with her. We celebrated Mother's Day by sleeping in as a family until 8:15. It was the plan that I would sleep in, but when Liv slept in I couldn't sleep any longer...isn't that how it always pans out though :). We had dinner at Pat's Grandmas house and that was about it. It was nice and laid back, which is how I think it should be.<br />
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Liv was sick for about a week and a half. She had a fever on and off and just wasn't feeling well. A week ago, I put her to bed at 7 and when I went to bed I luckily went to check on her. She was covered in puke. She had puked and didn't even wake up...I was 20 feet away from her and I didn't hear her. Naturally, I freaked out. Pat was out of town and my anxiety subconscious started screaming at me that Liv could have choked and suffocated. I put her in the bath and then directly in my bed so I could monitor her. She never threw up again, maybe it was all the cuddles she got!<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-13648183941232141132012-05-02T12:44:00.000-06:002012-05-02T12:44:06.775-06:00mental highjackWell, I received two more emails this morning, informing me that I did not get an interview. I'm slightly confused by these emails because when I apply, I get an email confirming and it states that I will not receive another email unless I'm going to be given an interview....yet lo and behold I have probably opened at least 8 emails that have told me I'm not getting an interview.<br />
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I'm going to assume that I at least was in a group that was a step closer to an interview? maybe? who knows...either way, these emails kill me because I get my hopes up when I see the non-generic looking email that I get about 10 times a day from the jobs I've applied to. It makes it all the more disappointing.<br />
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So after applying to some more jobs...because hey that is my job, I decided to mentally highjack myself and clean my floors, and dust, and clean the walls, and do laundry, all while listening to music. It did make me feel a little more in control of my life. If you feel like a complete failure, clean your floors, it makes you feel like a whole new woman.<br />
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This process is wearing on me. I keep assuring Pat that I will not give up...I know it takes time and I will keep trying, but I will continue to complain about it.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-32315236790997200042012-05-01T10:54:00.006-06:002012-05-01T10:54:44.860-06:00lackingI've decided that job searching is hell. I like to think of it as the boyfriend that you got all gussied up for, put on your best heels, make-up, and clothing, in hopes of the praise that you CLEARLY deserve...and then you are thoroughly disappointed when he says nothing. You want to ask if you look pretty, but that defeats the purpose doesn't it? Who wants to ask for praise, it's not as sweet if it's not offered freely.<br />
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However, I've considered doing just that. Calling every HR office that has dissed me in the last 4 months and say "DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MISSING????". I won't though...because I'm positive that it would ruin any future employment opportunities they might offer to me.<br />
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I feel like I've put my best foot forward in my resume and cover letters. I have applied to jobs that I think I'm perfect for, to jobs that I think "meh, I could do that". I'm left questioning if my credentials and achievements that I worked so hard for are less than par. Apparently my outfit I wore for my date wasn't as appealing as I thought....<br />
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I will continue to put myself out there, because I am hopeful that someone will see the special in me.<br />
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Speaking of special. This completely brightened my day. When Liv plays with her toys, she loves to ask "who got dis for me?". She does it all the time. So, yesterday when she got on her horse riding toy (that is too young for her, but I will hold onto forever), she asked that same question.<br />
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Liv: "Who is Shannon"<br />
Me: "She is an Angel"<br />
Liv: "An angel? I yike angels"<br />
Me: "Me too, she's a very special angel"<br />
Liv: "She is my angel"<br />
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Yes Liv, she is.<br />
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I also have some pictures I took about a week ago, we were playing outside, It was beautiful out and we were practicing our jumping :).<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-69133099350945705722012-04-18T09:40:00.001-06:002012-04-18T09:40:24.253-06:00a fun evening.Sometimes evenings aren't my favorite. Well, most days they aren't. I'm not sure what it is, but cleaning the kitchen, picking up the toys, giving Liv a bath, and hoping that bedtime goes off without a hitch leaves me exhausted.<br />
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Last night was a surprise. Last night was fun and goofy and Liv was in a great mood. That always helps...the two year old being in good spirits.<br />
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Also, if you know my dog...she's bad. She is likes people, well grown people. She is very hesitant around children and Liv is no exception. She has little patience for Liv, so these pictures show her having patience. This is unheard of for her. It was too cute not to capture.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-69912669546027988502012-04-13T22:20:00.005-06:002012-04-13T22:20:38.333-06:00It's that time again.Time to take our first trip to the park this spring. Calgary can't decide if it's spring or not. We went to the park on Wednesday, it was beautiful, jackets optional weather...then Thursday we had a full-blown snow storm. It completely melted today, so I'm still quite confused, but I think this Alberta weather is bi-polar.<br />
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Liv had so much fun at the park. It amazes me how much more she can do now and I love to watch her conquer all the obstacles she couldn't last year. She climbed all the way up to the twisty slide by herself, but she didn't prepare herself for how fast she'd shoot out the bottom and landed flat on her bum. She avoided the slide the rest of our visit and before we left I asked her if she wanted to go down the big slide again. She responded with "no, it hurts my bum". I understand Liv, good call.<br />
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The only thing I have planned this weekend is to go watch The Hunger Games...again. I will never again attempt to go to a midnight showing after drinking <strike>four</strike> maybe five beers. It was painful and I spent all my energy keeping myself awake instead of paying attention to the movie. Also, want to like it as much as I loved the books, so I'm going again ha.<br />
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Other than that, I spent entirely way too much time trying to give my blog a re-vamp. I've changed things multiple times and will probably continue to do so because I'm indecisive.<br />
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Here are the pictures...the plus with the new layout is I can make my pictures bigger! yay!<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-56555549230580547262012-04-11T10:42:00.003-06:002012-04-12T22:11:25.140-06:00Easter 2012Easter has come and gone. We had a fun-filled weekend full of lots of family/friends, food, and of course, candy. Liv was so excited and it was so much fun to watch her in action. I, of course, didn't charge my camera and only got a few pictures from easter morning, but that doesn't mean I don't have a lot of pictures...I have a problem.<br />
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On a side note, I had a preliminary phone interview today! I'm not completely confident that this is the job for me, but it was nice to get some kind of feedback from all of the resumes I've sent out. So, wish me luck :)!Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-72172347308742559632012-04-04T08:35:00.003-06:002012-04-04T08:35:58.732-06:00"I get your stinkies out!"Liv and I flew in late Monday night. We are back home and it feels good to be back to our old routine. Well hopefully we will have a new routine because I will get a job...someday...hopefully.<br />
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Liv and I were sitting on the couch together yesterday morning and this is how our conversation went:<br />
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Me: Livi I need to take a shower, I stink.<br />
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Liv: you don't stink mama.<br />
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Me: Yes, yes I do...I'm going to take a shower.<br />
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Liv: (leaning forward with her mouth wide open) RAWRRRRRRRR!<br />
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Liv: See, I got your stinkies out mama!<br />
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Really kid?! I died. It was hilarious and random. The only thing I can think to blame this on is the Yo Gabba Gabba book "get the sillies out". Clearly her reading comprehension is astronomical, seeing she totally applied getting the sillies out to getting my stinkies out. The roaring, I have no explanation for that, other than she is obsessed with monsters. What two year old welcomes the thought of monsters? Mine :).Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-57863871762861136072012-03-26T06:13:00.006-06:002012-03-26T06:13:53.161-06:00spring into vacationNot that I have been good with updating my blog before, but last Saturday we unexpectedly booked a flight back to Chicago and flew out Tuesday. It's been busy to say the least. We flew into Chicago, stayed with my Dani and Bikey for a day and then Liv and I made the long (9 hour) journey home alone. Honestly, Liv is a really good traveller, so the ride was just long...no major hiccups. Well....she did throw up, but I'm so used to it, because the girl throws up every time we fly anyways. However, this was the first time in the plane that I actually caught her puke. It should be a sport really, puke catching...it's an art. An art that I pray that I've mastered.<br />
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We have been here since Thursday the 15th and leave next Thursday to drive back down to Chicago and spend the weekend again until we fly out on Monday.<br />
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It's been an unexpected and much needed visit with family and friends. I will leave you with some pictures and hopefully not an empty promise to get writing more. It's hard to figure out what to write when I feel like I'm in such a half-way point in my life. Liv being in daycare three days a week and me looking for a job but not finding one leaves me a bit deflated.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-30669060730085708962012-03-05T09:44:00.004-07:002012-03-05T09:44:39.832-07:00small acts of kindnessOr not so small...depending on the person on the receiving end.<br />
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I went to a scentsy party on Saturday night. Pat watched Liv and brought her to see the Lorax in 3D. I was home by 10 and asleep by 10:30. Pat and I usually switch "sleep-in" days on the weekend. Sunday was my day, but Liv has a tendency to demand I get out of bed and I usually give in. Not this Sunday though. Pat coaxed her out of bed and I woke up at 9am to a very quiet house....eerily quiet. I just kept lying in bed listening to see if I could hear my family, then I crept out to find nobody. The apartment was empty. I called Pat and he said he took Liv to work with him and they were going to our friend's farm after. It was so relaxing, and while they were gone longer than I would have liked :), I was so thankful.<br />
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I don't know if it's my marriage, or everyone's marriage, but sometimes It feels like we live according to a system of tallies.<br />
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You did this - check!<br />
Well I did this - check!<br />
Well I did this last week - check!<br />
You haven't done that since then - check!<br />
I cleaned up that disgusting mess - check! check!<br />
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My point is, It's easy to get caught up in the "he did/she did" and I wasn't expecting Pat to do that. It made me feel appreciated and made me want to do the same for him. It was so refreshing to feel that way and I am currently swallowing my pride for not being the person to initiate it (I can't change overnight), but that was certainly the budge I needed to put a little more "just because" back into our relationship.<br />
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<br />Desihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02972391382766084005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585708262379048702.post-340692406256730692012-02-21T08:45:00.002-07:002012-02-21T08:45:12.626-07:00weekend walkingLiv and I like to take Lily for a walk together. Lily is a 5 pound beast. She is ferocious. I avoid all paths that lead to other dogs, we take the path of least resistance, because nothing is more embarrassing than your 5 pound chihuahua barking incessantly at every dog, twice it's size, that walks by.<br />
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On this particular walk, same rules applied. We walked the opposite way from everyone. I did see a man walking two big dogs our way, so we took a detour to look at the frozen over river. I was reaching in my pocket to get a treat in order to distract Lily. I was too slow and Lily zipped out in front of me and popped out of her harness! Next thing I know, my rabid chihua is barking and circling the poor man and his two dogs. I had to chase her in circles, because conveniently, she doesn't listen. Gah. I did get some pictures before the "incident". She makes my life interesting thats for sure.<br />
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1. How long have you and your significant other been together?</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pat and I have been together for almost 8 years (I know hey?!). We met in 2004 at the end of our Freshman year at University.</span><br />
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2. How did you meet? <i>{What's your "love" story?</i>}</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well...let's see. There is more to the story then I am willing to share right now, I will say that Shannon is totally responsible for Pat and I meeting. I had met Pat before, I didn't know his name, but I knew he played hockey at NMU (our University). But, before I go on...there is more to the story. A friend of ours who was the equipment manager for the hockey team told us about this lingerie party. Gave us the address and not being 21, we were super excited for a party. Who doesn't love a good theme party in college?! Anyways, pictures 19 year old Desi wearing tight jeans, a "wife beater" (tight of course) cut so that the top of my bra was showing...I thought I was pretty conservative for a lingerie party. All the girls were decked out, we showed up to the party, and it was a party full of hockey players and their girlfriends. We weren't really welcomed (understatement of the year). Well...I lie, the guys were very excited to see us...the girlfriends, not so much. I became good friends with two of the girls that were there and I know they wanted to beat me up :). So, with all the dignity we could muster while wearing cut up clothing, we slinked out of that party really quickly. We weren't going to let that ruin our night though...we stopped at another party. We never actually made it in, we saw two guys walking out and they informed us that the rugby house was having a huge party and asked if we could give them a ride. Pat ended up in the car that I was riding in. I will never forget that party...there was a girl there that was in love with Pat, it was a toga party and she was wearing a toga. She kept bringing Pat two keg beers at a time and was really hoping for his attention. It was good for me because I just met Pat, so It didn't bother me and he continually gave me the second beer. The girl finally asked Pat why he kept giving me a beer...and he replied "because she's thirsty too!". The rest is history...Pat added me to msn messenger (does anyone still use that? hello skype!) and we got to know each other.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been married for a year and a half. We had a small ceremony in Calgary in 2010 and last summer (2011) we had a reception in my home town, Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. </span><br />
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4. If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding?<i> </i><i> If not, where would you like to get married? And will it be big or small?</i></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our ceremony was very small and our reception wasn't Big but not small? It was perfect. I thought I might regret having such a small ceremony, but in the end, I was happy with it. I liked how we had that moment to ourselves and I enjoyed the reception and how stress free it was.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i>Do share!</i></span></i></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They definitely aren't original, but Pat's family has always called him Patty and it stuck. I call him Patty so much that when we get home Liv starts calling out "Pattyyyyyy Pattyyyyy!". Pat calls me Des...not a lot of people shortened my name to Des and it's something I like that he calls me. I have a love of nicknames (Olivia/Liv, obviously).</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">proof: pat has always loved to play with my hair :)</td></tr>
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6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Pat is a hard worker - While me not working can sometimes be a strain on our marriage, he has definitely "bucked up" and provided for our family. Above and beyond anything I would have expected of him. He gave up hockey without a blink of an eye because it's what he had to do. I have talked to some people about it and been asked if I think that he regrets it...and I can confidently say no, he doesn't. He is happy to do what he is doing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Pat is a great dad - I could never have pictured Pat as a father before. It was scary...we didn't plan on having a baby, Pat was gone for the first ten months of Liv's life, but he picked up like no time had gone by. He wasn't afraid to step up and take on his role. Liv is obsessed with him and watching him with her makes me love him more.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Pat is loyal and protective and I know he would stand up for me and Liv if need be. I love that about him. I like to know he is on my side.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh and he loves my twinnie! It's hard to compete with my twin...we are a whole new class of weird.</td></tr>
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7. Tell us how he proposed? Or your <i>ideal</i> proposal?</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ummmm....no proposal? We are a little different? If thats the right word. We decided to get married and 6 months later Pat gave me an engagement ring for Christmas. I wear it now with my great grandma's wedding band. They go perfectly together :).</span><br />
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8. Is he a <i>flowers and teddy bear</i> kind of guy for v-day, or <i>strawberries<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">, </span>champagne<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">,</span> and rose petals</i>?</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. Sometimes we go to dinner. Our first Valentine's Day he bought me a season of Sex and The City...he knew me too well then too! (If you're reading this Pat, I would really like the Breaking Dawn dvd for Valentine's Day this year {you know the new twilight, teeny bopper, vampire movie I like})</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's clearly a superhero...so much so that he is better than a vampire, yes better than Edward Cullen (almost). But I'll give him props for the cape.</td></tr>
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9. Are you a <i>sunset dinner on the beach</i> kind of girl, or <i>pop</i> <i>a movie in and relax on the couch?</i></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am a pop in a movie and relax on the couch kind of girl. I like the unexpected romantic night, but anything planned makes me have way too many expectations and that with my over analyzing self never turns out exactly as I had planned.</span><br />
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10. Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. <i>If you could do <b>anything</b>?</i> Go anywhere?<i></i></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pat played hockey and got his MBA in Belfast the year after Liv was born. After his season he travelled all over europe for a week or so. That year was hard and I was so jealous...so I would like to go back so I can have my own experience with him. New memories :).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Honestly...no plans. We haven't even talked about it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See #8...Pat seriously!!!! I won't make you watch it...I want to watch it alone anyways ;)</span><br />
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13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love.</div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would say that the biggest lesson I learned about marriage is that marriage itself doesn't change anything. If you're committed, you're committed. Don't expect getting married to change or fix anything. You will still have to work at your relationship regardless. Also, find time to enjoy each other. We need to do this more...but I strive for it. It's hard with a two year old, but it's important.</span><br />
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14. Show us a picture of what love means to you.<br />
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