Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Picture 1- some ornaments I made for an ornament exchange party we went to.
Picture 2- Santa once again left his "magic snow" this year. (It's magic b/c it doesn't melt because it is from the North Pole)
Picture 3 and 4- one of our Christmas Eve traditions....Cory reading the Polar Express while we listen in our pajamas and drink our hot chocolate.
We had such a wonderful Christmas this year. Although we did not have any family with us (sob, sob), we had so much fun just being our own little family and doing our own traditions. It couldn't have been more magical and perfect. This year we really tried to have all of our fun traditions on Christmas Eve and then we saved our special traditions for Christmas day. So many times I feel like we do it all on Christmas Eve and then Christmas Day is just spent playing with all of the new toys. So we spent the morning playing and then that afternoon we had Christmas dinner with the missionaries and then read the Mann family traditional book, "That Thine Alms May Be in Secret" (which is SO GOOD and such a tear-jerker....it even chokes Cory up). Then we sang Christmas carols together and focused on what Christmas means to us as a family. I think we'll be doing Christmas like this every year. It was perfect.
Cory went back to work today and so now I am totally going through withdrawals! I love having him home, although I am SO GRATEFUL that he has a job! I guess now that he is back to work that means that I must go back to work as well...laundry, dusting, mopping...you know all the fun stuff. I think the "nesting" feelings are starting to surface because I have got all sorts of projects that I want to start in January. I am getting SO EXCITED to have a little baby in our home!!!!!! Six (or less) weeks to go!!!!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Wrapping....almost done, it's okay to let the girls watch movies all day while I wrap presents, right???
Christmas cards....what Christmas cards? (I've decided to send out baby announcements in Feb. instead)
family picture....why do it now when we could do it with a little baby in our arms?
Christmas baking....why not do it tomorrow as a family?
Don't you just love all of my justification for not doing all of the "things" that should be done at this time of year? As a family, we decided to simplify Christmas this year. I made all of the Christmas presents for all of my siblings and Cory's siblings (although, they won't get them until after Christmas) and for Cory's home teaching families, Katelund's school teacher, a close friend, and for all of the young women, but other than that....I'm not going completely out this year because I just want to enjoy the holidays. I want to enjoy being pregnant (even with all of the aches, pains, and tiredness that come along with the third trimester), I want to enjoy being with my children, and I don't want to be a complete emotional disaster when Cory comes home every evening. I just want to enjoy the feeling of love and excitement during the Christmas season. So...the Christmas goodies and cards will just have to wait for next year.
Okay, so on to the details of my doctor's appointment...but first I need to preface a little. In trying to save Clairisa (when my placenta abrupted at 28 weeks), my doctor did a classical C-section in order to get to her as quickly as possible. If you don't know what that is...it is a vertical cut that starts below my belly button and goes down about 4 inches (although it has gotten a lot longer as my stomach has expanded). This type of incision is not normally used anymore because it is more dangerous (b/c of blood loss to mother) and it heals a lot slower. Because I have this type of incision, there is no chance of me ever having a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarian) because there is a greater chance of my uterus rupturing during labor. My doctor in Asheville told me that any pregnancies I would have after Clairisa would have to not only be cesarian, but I would have to deliver a couple of weeks early to prevent my uterus from rupturing. So...my doctor here has been telling me that he will deliver me 2-3 weeks early. But, then this week he told me that he feels like we should try to hold out until week 39 so that Hailey does not have any problems with premature lungs. But, in order for me to make it to week 39, I cannot go into pre-term labor and I cannot have more than 3 contractions/hour.
I understand where my doctor is coming from and trust me I don't want Hailey to have to be on a ventilator or anything, BUT....I also want a baby that is alive. Maybe I am just speaking out of fear, but I would much rather have a premature baby than no baby at all! If my uterus were to rupture, then I could lose the baby (in fact, I could die as well). Maybe I am just being overly paranoid or overly anxious to have my baby in my arms, but I just feel afraid again. Afraid that I am going to lose another baby. When I was just beginning this pregnancy, I mercifully received that feeling of peace in knowing that all will be well, but right now I am just letting fear get the best of me. I will just continue to pray for that peace to return because I know that everything is in the Lord's hands, I just need to have more faith. More faith in my doctor (whom I searched, researched, and prayed for the right one for many weeks) and more faith in the Lord who can make miracles happen.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
On Saturday, we woke up to snow!! The girls had a lot of fun playing in (and apparently eating) the snow. (Sorry, the pictures are out of order...scroll down to see the snow pics.)
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
T....test and trials that have, and continue to, mold and refine me
H....having an incredible husband who can be mine for not only time, but eternity
A....always remembering the lessons and values that I was taught by my parents
N....never forgetting that tomorrow is always a new day and for the miracle of forgiveness
K...kind acts that will never be forgotten by all of the angels in my life (ones that I knew for a moment, a couple of months or years, or for my entire life)
F....for the temporal blessings of a job that provides us with food, shelter, and clothing
U....understanding who I am and who I can become
L....life experiences that increase empathy, widen perspective, and enlarge my gratitude
This Thanksgiving holiday was absolutely wonderful, and the best part is that it's not over. We have been so blessed to have Cory's parents, brother, and sister-in-law (and of course their baby, I mean dog, Roxy) with us. Our home has been filled with delicious food, plenty of laughter, and lots of love. More pictures will follow, but here are some of the ones that I took from our shopping trip the day before Thanksgiving and from Thanksgiving morning (I forgot to take some at the Turkey bowl...but Becca, mom, and I had a lot of fun watching the boys play football). It has definitely been a Thanksgiving that I will always remember.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Greg Mortensen first stumbled into a remote Pakistani village back in 1993 after a mishap on K2. He soon learned few children in the village ever attended school, especially if they were girls.
"We can drop bombs, we can build roads, we can put in electricity, we can put in computers; but unless girls are educated, a society will never change," Mortenson told students.
He said girls aren't allowed to get an education in many Muslim communities. A big reason for that is men need permission from their mothers to go on a jihad for groups like the Taliban.
"They're primarily targeting illiterate, impoverished society; because many educated women refuse to allow their son to join the Taiban or an extremist group," Mortenson explained.
Hoping to stop the spread of terrorist ideals, Mortenson has spent his life building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan. He also wrote the book "Three Cups of Tea."
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
There is just something so enchanting to me about the fall. I drive around in awe at the beautiful leaves and the rolling hills covered in all shades of red, yellow, and orange. I seriously drive with my camera turned on because I don't want to miss an opportunity to capture a breathtaking moment. Seeing a tree with bright yellow or orange leaves seriously takes my breath away. There is just nothing like the fall in the Appalachian Mountains. I loved it when I lived in Asheville and I love it here. There is a unique beauty that is simply irresistible.
As we were driving in the car the other day to go visiting teaching, I listened as my girls ooed and awed in the backseat as they admired all of the colorful trees. As I listened to their excitement, I couldn't help but feel so much gratitude in my heart for the beautiful world in which we live. To me it is a simple yet extraordinary reminder of our loving Heavenly Father who created all things. I felt the need to have Katelund offer a prayer of gratitude. Afterwards, I realized how much more I should be offering those kinds of prayers. Prayers where I ask for nothing, only give thanks for the many many things that I am blessed with. My mom gave a lesson in church last Sunday about gratitude. As she shared her lesson with me, I felt a greater need to show and express gratitude in my life. In the scriptures, Alma taught the Zoramites to live with thanksgiving daily. It seems so simple, and yet so often I find myself looking at all of the things that are not going the way that I want them to be. This month is a perfect month to focus on gratitude, but it is something that I know should be the focus, even the center of my life, each day of the year.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
1. the drive there and back (although it was really long...16 hours total....it was BEAUTIFUL with all of the fall foliage)
2. talking and watching movies into the late hours of the night with two of my favorite people
3. laughing so hard with Sherrie (my mother-in-law) that I thought my cheeks were going to fall off
4. going out to lunch with some good friends who I have missed terribly!
5. meeting a new friend, Elizabeth
6. watching and learning from Sherrie (she is such an AMAZING woman and friend)
7. reading letters from Mormon with Amber :) (love ya, Mom)
8. watching my girls play restaurant with Grandpa (I haven't seen them laugh that hard in a long time)
9. eating some of my favorite foods
10. sleeping in every morning
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tennessee has been the hardest place for me to adjust to. I'm not really sure why, but it has been. It has now been 6 months (actually 6 1/2) since we moved here, but I am not completely at home yet. It is not that the people aren't wonderful because they are. It is not that the city isn't great because it is (well, except for the insane amount of bugs and the fact that no place we will ever live will compare to the beauty and climate of Asheville). It must just be me. We are 8+ hours away from any family and we live in a ward where there are a lot of families that are related to one another. Also, all of my neighbors work all of the time. I need a good neighbor friend, life just isn't the same without one. I guess I just feel more alone here.
But, this week I have felt such a great amount of love and selfless services from some of my friends here. It has meant so much to me and made me realize that I need to get out and serve others more often. It is always in serving others, that our own loneliness and/or disappointments seem to disappear or become very unimportant. I am so extremely grateful for Cory's job and for the opportunity we had to come here. It has been a good experience for our little family because we have really grown closer together. I will still never forget all of the incredible friends from everywhere we've lived who have and will continue to touch my life, but I also know that it is now time for me to start feeling like I'm at home here. Maybe I just need to give it another 6 months. :)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thanks to everyone for all of the name votes. I'm still undecided but it still really helps to hear other people's opinions and thoughts.
Oh, and just for all of my Texas friends....yesterday when Cloey and I were waiting for Katelund at her bus stop, Cloey randomly said, "Mommy, is heaven close to Texas?" I almost instinctively said, "yes honey it is pretty close." You can take the girl out of Texas but I don't think you can ever take the Texan out of the girl.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Anyways, now I am trying to decide between two names. With each of my children (except Katelund) I have given them a middle name after somebody significant in my life. Cloey's middle name is Noel after her aunt Stefani Noel and Clairisa Kelly is named after my perfect brother who died at 4 months old, Kelly William. With Katelund, I just chose a middle name that sounded good. I would've continued that pattern but when I was pregnant with Cloey I just knew that I was supposed to name her after Stefani. I actually received that prompting while reading my scriptures. It was a pretty cool experience and in retrospect I can see the significance of that decision. With Clairisa, it was definitely another prompting. Obviously in retrospect, it is very clear why...my perfect daughter named after my perfect brother....it was the perfect name to choose.
For this next little girl, we (Cory and I) have really debated back and forth about whether we should stick with the whole c or k name or if we should choose something completely different. Right now our top choice is Hailey (I actually wanted to name Cloey Hailey but I gave in, and I'm so glad I did because I can't think of Cloey having any other name). Anyways, the dilemma for me is choosing the perfect middle name. I am debating between two of my pioneer ancestors, both of them have INCREDIBLE stories and legacies. So really it just kindof comes down to which one sounds right. I'd love to hear your opinions. Here are the choices....
Sara Hailey (she'd go by Hailey)
But, if you are like me you may want to know the stories behind the names. I actually wrote about both of them a while back on my pioneer week posts, but instead of making you read all of it, I'll just give you a quick summary.
Jane lost her parents as a little girl but ended up being adopted by her dad's best friend, William, whose son had said she was the prettiest baby he had ever seen and wanted to marry her when she grew up. The son was serving in the military when she moved in with his mom and dad. Jane continued her father's job as a preacher and then after William's wife died, she took care of him. A couple of years later William (the son) came home and fell in love with her and they got married. They heard William Clayton preaching about Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon and they eventually were baptized. They left for Nauvoo and then moved west with the saints. In Jane's own words at 82 she wrote, "I heard Joseph Smith preach and I know that he was prophet of God."
Sarah heard about the gospel while living in England. She knew it was true and was baptized against the wishes of her family. She wanted to go to Zion with the rest of the saints but her parents said that if she went then they would have nothing to do with her ever again. She chose to go. She cut all of her hair off in order to buy passage on the ship and then she hid in a big black kettle on board so that her older brothers wouldn't find her and try to stop her. She made it to Utah with the rest of the saints but she never heard from her family again. She gave up everything in order to go to Zion.
So....which one do you think it should be? Cory won't go for Sara Jane, I already tried. :)
Monday, October 12, 2009
The other issue that I'm having with clothes is my clothes. I am having a serious dilemma. I can't wear any of my maternity pants. All of my maternity pants are the kind with the small waistband, not the full one. Well, I have been wearing them when I go places but as soon as I get home I run to my closet, pull out my black yoga/stretch/I want to be as comfortable as possible pants that I have had for like 4 years now. They are starting to fade and are looking pretty pathetic.
The small waistband on my maternity pants are SO uncomfortable. I was thinking about this the other day, wondering why they are so horrible to wear this pregnancy. I have figured it out. It is hurting my incision from Clairisa. The doctors were in such a hurry to get her out that they had to do a serious emergent C-section, which means that my scar starts a little bit below my belly button and runs about 6 inches down, it was a vertical cut. I don't know why it is irritating it so badly, but it is. Which means that every morning I look in my closet and wonder what I am going to wear. I could just wear my black stretch pants, but I just feel so yucky when I wear them out. I feel like one of those moms that have totally given up on how they look. That sounds really mean I know, but you know what I mean ? (If you are one of those people that wear them out a lot, I'm so sorry, I'm sure they look fabulous on you.) I guess I could just go and buy new stretch pants or full waistband maternity, but it is so much easier and cheaper to just complain to Cory everyday. :) J/K, well kindof.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Last night we went and cheered Cory on at his softball game. The girls had a great time pushing a little girl around in her stroller. Just know that Katelund picked out her own outfit and I let her wear it, pants tucked into boots and all, because remember I am encouraging confidence. :)
The picture with the September calendar is Katelund's behavior chart. When I looked at the calendar (it is sent home at the end of the month), I was laughing hysterically. Click on the picture and read what she did on September 2nd. The last picture is just a fun one of Cloey. It just shows her personality so much.
Cloey: "Look Mommy, did you see how I used good manners and coughed into my elbow."
Me: "Good job Cloey, I'm so glad you were listening when I taught you to do that in preschool."
Katelund: "Well I already learned how to do that a long time ago."
Me: "I'm so glad that you remember."
Katelund: "Well actually I wasn't taught that, it is like the only thing that I remember from heaven."
Cloey: "Well I remember something from heaven too."
Me: "What is that?" (I lower my voice to try and get the conversation down to a whisper because I have no idea what is about to come out of her mouth).
Cloey: "I remember learning that President Monson, the prophet, is the most special person in our world."
Me:"You are right, he is very special."
Katelund: "Well, now I remember something else from heaven too. I remember that my spirit and my brain are really important."
Katelund: (looking at the window and getting distracted) "Mommy, that man is smoking and that is so bad for him. The prophet told us not to smoke."
Me: "Yes, you are right but....(I went on and had a teaching moment...to everyone in Subway...but then was interrupted by Cloey who was watching the lady who just walked through the door)
Cloey: "Mommy, that lady is not dressed modestly!"
I was mortified! I don't know if she heard, but I know that everyone else around us did.
Apparently I need to teach more about tact and love.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
We had such a great weekend. It all started off with a party for Cory's 12 and 13 year sunday school class on Friday night. There were about 12 youth over and we had a blast with them. Towards the end of the party, Cory took them all over to the Bishop's and they rolled his house. The funny thing was that the bishop's daughter is in his class, so she rolled her own house.
Lately Katelund has been coming home from school embarrassed or upset because she had a hole in her bread at lunch and a boy laughed, or she doesn't have a rolling backpack like the other kids, or she doesn't want to eat a whole apple at lunch because no one else does, or one of her friends said they didn't want to play with her today, etc..... Seriously, it is driving me crazy!! So this morning on the way to school we had a talk. I told her that there are two kinds of people in this world. The leaders, who are confident in who they are and are not afraid to be different, and the followers, who are never happy with themselves because they always want to do and be like everyone else. I then told her how she needs to be a leader and remember how special and important she is. She needs to show the other kids that it is okay to be different and that it is important to just be yourself and not to worry so much about what other kids think. I don't know if my talk will make a difference at all but it really got me thinking about what I need to do at home to help my children become leaders and have confidence in who they are. Is it something you can teach or is it something that just comes with their personality. Katelund does have quite an independent personality and she is always willing to express her opinion or point of view, even when it is different, but maybe that is because she feels safe at home. I just don't know. I build her up, I express and show love to her, I specifically compliment her on things she does well, I focus on her gifts and talents, I give her responsibilities and expectations, but I must still be missing something. Any suggestions?
Friday, October 02, 2009
Of course I have my favorite speakers, those who just seem to pierce my heart and speak directly to my soul. Elder Bednar is of course at the top of my list, and not just because he is the one that signed my diploma, but because he is someone that I could listen to and learn SO much from. I love how he goes so deep into the doctrine and I love the way that he speaks with boldness, clarity, and opens my mind and heart in a way that no one else does. Another one of my favorites is Elder Holland. I LOVE Elder Holland. I feel like I am being taught from my grandpa. He just radiates the love of the Savior with every word he utters. Sister Dalton has also become one of my very favorites. She makes me want to be better. I couldn't think of anybody better to lead the YW around the world. Of course, I also love Sister Beck, President Monson, President Uchtdorf, President Eyring, Elder Nelson, Elder Oaks (have I ever written about my experience with him?), and Sister Thompson and of course all of the incredible musical numbers. I could go on and on.... Who is your favorite speaker or what is your favorite thing about conference?
27 hours and 30 minutes...
Thursday, October 01, 2009
On Tuesday, we celebrated Cory's 31st birthday. Man, he is getting old!! :) We did exactly what he wanted to do for his birthday. He came home from work early to meet Katelund at the bus stop, went and got pizza for dinner to eat at the ballpark, cheered for Cory while he practiced softball with his league team, and then came home and ate cake (yes, those are pink sprinkles on his cake...they are watermelon flavored and he LOVES them) and finally, we watched Monsters vs. Aliens together as a family. It doesn't sound too exciting but it was a lot of fun and exactly what he wanted.
I have also been meaning to post some "projects" I've been doing lately. First one was a prize for a Standards Night game I did for the youth. I gave all of the participants a twix with a little paper that said, "Don't ever let the world come betwix' you and the Lord's standards." I also made my very first crocheted baby hat. We did it for a personal progress activity in YWs. We are going to donate them to a hospital (thanks for the idea Andrea). Did you notice how I did mine in blue and then also added the cute scalloped edge? Yea, that was not supposed to go on the boy hat, but I just HAD to do it b/c it was so cute. What can I say? Oh, by the way I'm officially having another girl. That's right....4 girls!!!! I know it is Cory's fault. I keep telling him that b/c he is such a cute daddy with little girls and does things that most dads wouldn't ever do, all the little girls are lining up in heaven waiting to be his daughter. Anyways, my last project was part of our leadership training in YWs. At the end of it, I told the girls that when you work together as a presidency it is like a synchronized dance. So.....of course I had to teach them the Hoedown Throw Down from Hannah Montana. Speaking of, I so love the name Miley. Would that be totally tacky or lame to name the baby Miley??? Katelund loves the idea!
Okay, before I end this super long post, I just have to post some of the cute things that Cloey has said lately. The other morning (at 6:30 am) Cory, Cloey, and I got in our hot tub and as Cloey looked up at the stars she said, "Wow, look at all those shines." At the doctor's office I was explaining to Cloey how the doctor was going to look at the baby and see if it is a boy or girl. She thought for a second and then said, "so if the baby is a girl it will be wearing a skirt and if it's a boy he'll be in pants?" The other day at dinner Cloey looked down at the meatloaf on her plate and said, "this is a disaster Mommy." Then at dinner last night she looked down at her Hawaiian haystack and said, "Mommy, this is lovely." She has also been singing the following line over and over and over and OVER again..."I wear high heels you wear t-shirts." (It's from a Taylor Swift song that we love). She cracks me up!
Okay, I'm done.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I have a picture that I keep in the back of my YWs binder. I actually cut it out from a calendar that I had last year. It is a picture of the woman who had an issue of blood reaching out to touch the robe of the Savior. When I first saw this picture I fell in love with it because I found myself in her place. I had lost Clairisa and I was still bleeding. I had been bleeding for about 12 weeks but even more than that, I felt as if my heart had been wounded so deeply that it was just gushing out blood and life. At that moment, I felt as if it was me in the picture. It was me who was desperately crying out for help. Reaching out to the One who not only knew exactly what I was going through but who also knew how to heal my bleeding heart. It was in that moment that I fell to my knees and fervently prayed for strength beyond my own. Just like that woman, I too felt and continue to feel of His healing power in my life.
I keep that picture in my binder because I never want to forget. I never want to forget the miracles that took place and the faith that was forged during that time in my life. There have been other times in my life where I have felt as if my heart was being ripped right out of my chest, and I know that there will be many more. After all, that is part of the mortal experience, right? But, I know, just as I knew in that moment, that if I am constantly seeking and reaching out for the Healer, that he will not only heal my heart, but he will also give me the strength to continue onward with unwavering faith and renewed hope.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
today is the start of fall...
Standards Night (this last Sunday) was a success...
I've got some good ideas for YW in Excellence...
Katelund's attitude has greatly improved lately...
the leak in our basement is fixed...
I think I see a little bit of the sun today...
Cory gave me an awesome pedicure last night...
preschool went well today...
...did I mention that I am feeling the baby move all of the time? All of the other things are good, but the baby moving is making life wonderful.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I did have a very successful trip to Goodwill this morning and got a cute maternity shirt (which was actually pretty amazing since apparently only three people donate maternity clothes to the Goodwill here) and I also got 16 books for $4!!! Sweet! I love getting children's books. When Cory's mom and I used to thrift store shop together in Fayetteville, we would literally walk in the doors of the store and race each other to the bookshelves to see who could find the best children's books. And just so you know, I don't settle for just any book. It has to be a really cute book in really good condition in order for me to buy it because I already have so many at home.
On to other news, last night I swear I heard a man say "ow" really loud in the middle of the night. This is what was running through my head; "oh no, there is a man in our house coming after the girls and he just tripped on something." I immediately woke Cory up. He grabbed his gun and started searching the house (I think this is like the 4th or 5th time since living here that I have frantically woke him up in the night to search the house b/c I saw or heard someone). I think I must be going crazy. Or maybe he is the one that is crazy b/c he was the one walking around the house with a gun (don't worry, it was unloaded). When he was out of town earlier this week, I swear a saw a little child standing beside my bed. When I sat up to look closer, he or she was gone. Wierd huh? Yep, I definitely think I'm going crazy (and now so do you).
And last but not least, there are officially 4 more days until fall begins! YEAH!!! I love the fall. It is definitely my favorite season ever!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
For the last 5 weeks, Cloey has been going to preschool, or as the kids like to call it "Mommy Preschool". She seriously LOVES it!! I think the only thing she doesn't like about it is the fact that it isn't everyday. My friend, Celeste, started a joy school with me and 5 other moms who also have 4 year olds. We rotate teaching every 5 weeks and we have it every Tuesday and Thursday from 9-12:30. I started my teaching rotation today. It was so much fun!!! I could hardly sleep last night because I just couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to do everything. Although there were a couple of little things that I will do differently on Tuesday, it turned out great. Today and next week, I am teaching about the five senses. Today I gave them a taste testing with some random foods. I put them all in cups and then put tin foil over the top so they wouldn't know what it was I was feeding them. Then they would glue the color of square that matched the food on their chart to graph which foods they loved, liked, or did not like. It was hilarious to see some of their reactions to cottage cheese. Anyways, I could go on and on about it. I am so excited to teach again on Tuesday. It just makes me realize how much I miss teaching children. I love the youth, but there is just something about the look in a child's eyes when they discover something new or get excited about something you do. It's the best.
On another note, I want to wish my mom (in-law) a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I love her SO MUCH!!!! She truly is one of my best friends!!! Her and my mom are the greatest examples and influences on my life. I couldn't imagine my life without either one of them. Happy 32nd (she is actually 52 but nobody believes it) birthday!!!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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