tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67743003895013316072024-03-13T13:06:15.426-06:00Paige Said It.Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-52509285508443705832011-08-16T09:15:00.000-06:002011-08-16T09:15:25.777-06:00The Miscarriage and A Big Freakin' Thank You<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had a miscarriage.</span> </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perhaps you didn't even know we were expecting? Don't feel left out. We tried to keep it pretty quiet, and for obvious reasons, I do not regret that decision. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It has been almost two weeks since the miscarriage and nearly three since we became aware that our first pregnancy would not end the way we had hoped. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We found out we were pregnant in mid-June and scheduled our first OB appointment the first week in August. The pregnancy was normal, all of the usual symptoms - nausea, vomiting, zits, dizziness, food aversions, and etc. We were very excited, obviously. The symptoms began to decrease around week 9, and at week 10, I no longer felt nauseous. Hallelujah right? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">First point of gratitude - we can get pregnant once, we can certainly do that again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the appointment, I was very nervous. I usually am for big life moments. After we spoke to the doctor, we went in for the ultrasound. When the ultrasound was performed, the only thing we could see was a circle. After some measuring, and a couple very long moments of silence, my doctor then explained that instead of the 11 weeks I should be measuring , I was only measuring 6. He also did not find a heartbeat that should be detectable by then. He called it a </span><a href="http://miscarriage.about.com/od/amimiscarrying/f/missedmisc.htm"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">missed miscarriage</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. After that I don't remember a lot of specifics other than him telling me the three most important things to remember were that it wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault, and of course, it wasn't my fault.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gratitude point #2 - kind doctors are so much appreciated. They deserve every penny they make.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We had the option of waiting for my body to figure it all out, or have a D&C procedure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had a D&C procedure done the next Wednesday. It was very quick, painless, and every person in same day surgery was nice and extremely empathetic. I remember the CRNA telling me he was so sorry and that he knew having a miscarriage this way with a first pregnancy must be really difficult. See? So nice! It felt like a really good point to start over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gratitude point #3 - Starting over is good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had a meltdown when I went back to work a couple days later. I suspect my hormones played a role in the ugly cry face I displayed as I bawled for an hour and a half at work. Every single person I work with was compassionate, loving, and supportive. They didn't judge me for being a hot mess. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gratitude point #4 - I work with really great women. I got really lucky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Throughout this situation, our immediate family and our friends have been there to help and support us in any way that they could. All of the flowers, calls, and text messages were extremely comforting and meant more than words can adequately express. I love our people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">#5 - Our people are too good to us. We love you so much!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last, but most importantly of all - that man I married. We do everything as a team, and we did this as a team. Having a baby meant (and means) as much to my husband as it did to me. He is really the only person who understands me, and the only person strong enough to accept me through it all. Even when I am crazy. Even when I am sad, lonely, and frustrated. He is it. He is my rock. I do not deserve such a man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">#6 - By the grace of God, I met and married my soul mate.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>I feel very much like my pre-preggo self, but with added appreciation for our many friends and family who have been endlessly supportive and loving. Thank you all so much for being there for us during this little bump in the road. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>We love and appreciate you all more than you know!!!!</strong></span></div><br />
Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-88755204053417990482011-06-04T04:28:00.000-06:002011-06-04T04:28:56.796-06:00Trying to Make Words That Don't Exist.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't sleep. As I lay here in bed, I cannot stop thinking about my friend Sara. Sara's brother Chad was tragically killed in a plane crash in Wendover on Wednesday night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are not words sufficient enough in any language to describe how she feels, nor how sorry I am as her friend. Sorry that there is absolutely nothing I can do to take away the all-encompassing grief I know she is experiencing. You cannot spare someone from the pain of losing a loved one, and that in and of itself, is a wretched thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I could, I would.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sara, she is an amazing sister. And I mean that in the way that I think it is a talent she has. She is so fiercely loyal and giving. Chad's fight was always her own. However she could be there, she was. There will never be a question of how much she loves her brother. She shows it every single day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am incredibly lucky to call her my friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(On an end note, although I had met Chad at different Wade family functions, I did not know him personally. Regardless, it is obvious the extensive positive effect his life has had on others. My sincerest apologies and condolences go out to the Wade family).</span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-70390362094941969292011-04-12T03:23:00.001-06:002011-04-12T03:24:46.247-06:00Wishing the Rest of the World was Awake at 2:00 a.m.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It's been a strange and busy month or so getting back into the groove of being back at the hospital. I don't yet feel that I am completely on my game, but getting there. The major difficulty is just getting used to the schedule, but that much I expected and understood when I took the job. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">All in all it is fantastic being back and I sincerely love taking care of little ones and being a part of one of the biggest events in peoples lives. It is a really cool job.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Lately I have been engrossed in school, planning school for Shaner, and trying to keep on top of a social life, and oh yea, dealing with a broken puppies. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Mol broke her leg in two places about a week ago and a half. I suppose that doesn't seem like a big deal, but let me explain. She just simply landed on it funny and yelped. When Shane picked her up she started making this terrible screaming noise and bit his arm a couple times (hard enough to draw blood), so we knew she was hurt. Luckily, we were able to drive to the vets office and they took x-rays and loaded her up with some morphine. Puppy was high as a kite! It was obvious that she had broken it, but it was a maybe on the surgery front at that point because the bone was still in perfect position. They just wrapped her leg and told us prevent the bone from moving.......It was quite the sitch. She couldn't walk, so we carried her everywhere to make sure she didn't bear weight, including using the bathroom, eating, etc. She would wake up every few minutes and try to walk on it, or turn on the other side and end up yelping. We had to watch her constantly. Shaner and I ended up taking turns sleeping, whoever needed it most, because who wants to shell out $2,000 for their dog to have surgery? Not I. We watched her like a hawk and ended up avoiding the surgery, but it was extremely frustrating. I am so glad we didn't have to do the surgery, and I have a job that allowed for us to keep such a good eye on her. My parents where lifesavers - they took Bruce for a few days because poor dog was being completely neglected and he likes their house better anyway. It sounds like a lot of stupid effort for a dog, but I feel responsible as an dog owner to make sure they are healthy. I bought the dog, I gotta follow through. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">If we take having dogs this seriously, just imagine what us discussing having children looks like - HA!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I apologize for not being "there" as much as I have previously for everyone, life lately seems like a constant adjustment and I feel like I hav't been as good of a friend, sister, sister-in-law, daughter, and etc. as I should be. I am sorry. I will do better. Love ya!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Here are a few pics of the ordeal (thanks to the pretty new cam the hubby bought for me - he is more than I deserve):</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">This is why she couldn't be left alone - This happened in only two hours, and do you see the new pink cast on that right leg? Awesome. That WAS a foam pad under a dog bed and blakets when we left. Ha!</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">And just some other random canine goodness with the new camera until we can get out of the house for some new photo subjects:p.</span></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The saddest eyes you ever saw. I love me a basset hound!</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Now that is a happy dog!</span></div><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-2299096258297269992011-02-24T21:01:00.001-07:002011-02-25T09:22:24.574-07:00"It Has Been So Long Since I Blogged That I Don't Remember How To Get Into My Blog"<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">That title is exactly what I said as I was trying to hack into my blog just now. <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> Oy Vey! </span></div><br />
There were even rumors of a phantom blogging around here.....Sounds kind of exciting!<br />
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Truth is, I have missed blogging, but I have been in a state that I didn't feel appropriate to blog about. It's not you, really, it was me!!!! Maybe I needed a small or large life adjustment (hint: maybe always means yes in Sovician)? I am changing careers - again! Try really hard to stifle your surprise.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Basically, summer came and went with me wishing it's fantastic-ness would come back. This summer may have been the best of my life - first married summer, first summer with Bruce-a-saurous Rex, lazy nights, walks by the lake, homemade jam with rasberries from the farmer's market, and my love built us a fence (with some much needed help - and I don't mean me). Can you see why I would want it back?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now fall is in full swing, and actually, it rocks too. School has reached mid-term, and that makes me really totally exstatic. I am half way there baby! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have been exercising a bit lately, and I have come to appreciate the stress relief of working out. We mostly just ride the upright bikes at the gym, but I have caught some sort of "biking bug". I love it. I have hated running, but made myself do it out of necessity. I always felt like I was bopping around, trying really hard to go fast, and always ended up being so so so SSLLLLOOOOWWWW. Wtf? The only drawback of the gym biking is that our tiny gym has only two upright bikes. Shane and I go together. There is always some friggin random on one bike - I don't want to sit next to them. I want to sit next to him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a problem for the rest of the Daybreak gym patrons. I have to disclose now - I know, it's selfish and annoying that I even see things that way - I am not entitled to be so flippin' particular at a community gym. Who died and made me queen anyway? I totally get it. Still doesn't change my gym OCD feelings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just yesterday there was an older lady on one of the bikes. I sat next to her because there was only one other bike and Shane had to sit away - on the recumbant bike. In my head I am thinking, "ok, it's fine she will be off in no time." Not so, 22 minutes later. Lame point #1 for her. The second lame thing she did was try and speed up to catch me every 5 minutes - I can tell when you are watching my legs to make sure yours are at the same pace. This makes me uncomfortable. And lastly, she kept leaning to see what I was reading. What I really wanted to say was: "Listen lady, I know a spock when I see one. I am reading Evidence For Paralegals and it is as boring as it sounds. Back the freak off my grill." Someday I could get my own bike, and ride at home, and feel totally comfortable. Someday. But for now the gym will do and luckily, it's free for residents:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anywho, back to the update.....Shane has been picking up <span style="font-size: x-large;">so much</span> of my slack now that I am gone a lot. He vacuumes, mops, does dishes, keeps our little terrorist puppy in check, and makes me blueberry pancakes when I come home from school at 9:30 p.m. He is nothing short of amazing, and that is all there is to it. I will never be able to make it all up to him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Basically, my life is amazing. Things could not be better. I am seriously happy. And very lucky.</span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-34403435397122562002010-08-17T10:44:00.003-06:002010-08-17T10:47:42.506-06:008,000,000 Credit Hours Later.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My very last ever, ever, forever semester of school starts next Wednesday. <span style="font-size: x-large;">PHEWWWWWWW! </span>I am this ( imagine index finger_____space____ thumb) close! It's been a long haul. Seriously, you have no idea!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The situation is this. I am 23. If you do the math, I should have a bachelors degree and now working on my masters degree. <span style="font-size: x-large;"> I guess you could say I was one of those people who took the long way around.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I graduated high school ready for a dang break. I had worked my entire high school career on top of my curriculum - and full time my senior year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I got to Dixie, I thought that I could pull it out. Hell, high school was a breeze. I had been told by teachers, parents and friends my entire life that I was high functioning. How hard could it be? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had started working float pool (call at 4:30 a.m. and they tell you where you will work that day - not breezy) part time at the hospital on top of my full time school schedule. It was instantaneous overload. I enrolled in three semesters at Dixie. I may have received two A's my entire Dixie State career. Lame. I enrolled in math twice, and failed, as well as biology three times. Did you catch that? I failed Biology THREE times! Super lame. That is one of the things I am most embarrassed of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After my third crash and burn semester, I wasn't allowed to register for classes unless I met and discussed the <span style="font-size: x-large;">WHAT IN THE SAM HELL</span> was happening in my life to cause such poor academic performance with a college counselor. I was incredibly nervous. The counselor was nice enough, but by the time he had asked what was going on - I was in a complete meltdown. I bawled - no, scratch that - I sobbed almost the entire meeting. I had no explanation. The only feeling I felt was stupidity. Not in the foolish sense, but in the <em><span style="font-size: large;">actually</span></em> unintelligent sense. I do not recall what happened in that meeting other than the realization that I could not be successful because I was mentally less intelligent than my peers. I still cannot imagine a worse blow to your self esteem than believing you are <span style="font-size: large;"><em>actually</em> stupid</span>. It still feels ugly now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I did not attend school the next semester. I stayed in St. George and continued to work two jobs, mostly because I was bored, until I built up the courage to go home. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">My parents were incredibly supportive, and I know they wanted me to come back. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I got two more jobs here and eventually I began to figure my life out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">When I went back to school, I still worked full time, but I studied really hard. I received a 3.9 GPA my first semester back. To this day, since my return to college life, I have never had anything lower than a B+, and even that is a rarity. I received A's in math and biology, without repeats - so all of my "friends" in St. George who laughed at my failed attempts in math and biology can suck on that, because you know what......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The problem started when I arived to work 13 minutes late and I realized that the parking lot was unusually packed. Both bosses were there. I hate when they beat me - it means I am late (that thing I am trying so darned hard to overcome). When I walked in I saw commotion and was told WE WON. The biggest case we have. We won in the (Utah)Supreme Court which is a huge big deal - and thus the reason the whole world beat me to work. The whole world saw me come in late. Awesome. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then we realized we ran out of dog treats before puppy class and we also need dog food. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Note to self: Don't take the dog to Petco - especially when your dog is a boxer named Bruce who appreciates new smells more than a hound on a hunt.</span> I looked totally cool trying to steer my cart, control Bruce, and load the huge bad of dog food. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then Bruce peed (in his defense, he barely peed, and he is getting a lot better) on a fellow dog owner in puppy class. She kinda freaked out. I can't say I blame her - that's gross, but she totally WIGGED, and then I didn't feel bad. C'mon it's not like your dog doesn't pee, and this is puppy class, AKA Pee-N-Play. I was helping cleaning up after Mr. and Miss Couldjawizzsummore when she started freaking out. Group effort ya know? Puppies and peeing are besties. But, if it makes you feel better, sorry. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the risk of redundancy, I was really tired when I got home. All I wanted was my husband, pancakes, and my bed.</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was a little testy when he told me he needed to go get gas before he came home. <span style="font-size: x-large;">"No, No, No. Please come home. Just come home and eat pancakes and crawl into bed with me, and I know it's my week to scoop the poo, but um, yea, hells to the no."</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Is pretty much what I said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He finally came home and looked at me with that "Yo Woman, why you be mean to me?" look. And then I scooped poop. Because I felt tired and rude and wanted to knock to rude off the end of my feelings list. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;">I am super glad he was forgiving when the yard was clean because all I really needed, and will ever need for that matter, was to borrow his shoulder to fall asleep on. Thanks for letting borrow some shoulder space ma'love.</span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-67993966410581467922010-07-21T10:29:00.000-06:002010-07-21T10:29:17.262-06:00My Pink Water Bottle May Kill Me<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have been making a very serious effort at drinking my 8 glasses of water a day - approx. 64 oz. It's great, BUT I have two issues with acclimating to this kind of lifestyle:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1) It's so much water. I can litteraly hear my stomach sloshing- I am sure this has happened to you. The other night as I layed in bed I noticed I sound like an ocean. Let's have an honesty moment here, I don't want to think of my body, in any comparison, to the largest mass on the planet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2) It's so much water. My bladder can't take it. After 23 years of drinking around 2 glasses a day - this is overload. Just yesterday I drank the entire days water quota while I was at work. I could tell they thought I was ill because I had to pee 4,382 times. They practically paid me to pee yesterday. For the love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I must say though, I am feeling much better. Maybe the biologists and doctors are really onto something here.....:)</span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-1971117183497708212010-07-06T16:00:00.000-06:002010-07-06T16:00:03.137-06:00Odds and Ends<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>Here is an update on our current life status:</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Shane has been offered a position as a Laker's announcer which will require us to move to Los Angeles. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">YAY!!!! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It is actually perfect for me because I have always dreamed of being able to take my acting career to the next level - and heck, now I can go to Disneyland all the time. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Anyway, Bruce has contracted a canine version of herpes because the female dog hoes in the neighborhood can't seem to keep thier paws off of him - geez! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Lastley, we found out are preggo. With twins. I couldn't be more excited! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For some reason I feel the need to tell you that I haven't blogged in forever like you noticed. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Sorry man, I'm just really boring these days</span>. It's summer, I am not going to school, and between the reading and the nightly walks I have been pretty content. I would have like to say I have been too busy to blog, because sometimes I am, and I know people who are, and I really get it. I just dang well haven't felt like bloggin'. And that's the truth (also, I really wanted to start a sentence with the word 'and' to piss off my elementary school teachers - TAKE THAT!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My phone fell out of my pocket into a toilet. That was fun. I cried when Mr. S told me I could only buy a $20 replacement...............</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">................I cried because I was hormonal - my monthly friend was late. The longer I waited for my friend to show, the more convinced I was were were SOOOOOOO not ready yet, and although she did eventually show 3 or 4 days later, I now have no doubts about where we are at on the kid front...............</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">...............And because we are not ready for children, neither is Bruce. He is getting his manliness removed tomorrow. Hopefully he won't take his anger out on me...............</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">...............like he did last week when I wanted to take a nap, and danggit, he wanted to play. He protested my nap by pawing at my face with dull doggie nails. Love it. It looked less serious that it felt I tell you! I think he wanted to be outside..............</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">................Where I have learned and taken a liking to mowing the lawn. In fact, I did so last night at about 9:30. Now that I think of it, I hope our neighbors don't hate me. It's just that it was cool outside, and I thought that was prime time for mowing. Maybe that was a bad idea. I can just imagine the kids in the neighborhood - "Oh her, the crazy boxer lady who mows past my bedtime, what a loser!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, I think that covers it. :)</span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-17874627617903409892010-06-12T13:34:00.001-06:002010-06-12T13:35:37.422-06:00I Said "OF COURSE!"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">One year ago today,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While de-cluttering the kitchen in attempts to take these after pictures, Bruce bopped around the opposite corner of the island where I could not see him and wizzed (he had been taken outside 10 minutes prior). As I went around the island to check on my REALLY-<em>Really</em>-really cute puppy, I stepped in his little surprise. Oh dog. You did not. Not after all of this potty training we have done. He was then demoted to on <strike>REALLY-</strike><em>Really</em>-really cute. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-7655955889303686252010-05-21T12:09:00.000-06:002010-05-21T12:09:25.202-06:00A Funny Friday Five....<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometime during my internet adventures this week I found passiveaggressivenotes.com (<em>clearly this schools out for the summer thing has left me with some extra time on my hands</em>). Although I found almost everything on the site funny, nothing beat the notes left by disgruntled kiddos to their parents. Thought I'd pass on the hilarity......</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The summer to-do list situation is as follows:</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2) Teach Bruce Almightly sweet tricks. For instance, if I said "Kill the Nazis" he would crawl on ground like he was sneaking into a Nazi camp. I've heard of a dog actually doing that. Love it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3) I know my blog has become a weight complaint zone at times. I'm sorry. I have lost 8.5 pounds on weight watchers in last 6 weeks. I am really happy about that, and it's not easy, but I'm feeling pretty good. I understand the fundementals of loosing weight, so obviously that is not the issue. My problems reside in my belief system, and my relationship with food. I am using my time off this summer to understand what I am trying to fill with food, and change my copping mechanisms. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-35908509341874270232010-05-12T10:43:00.000-06:002010-05-12T10:43:18.530-06:00Oh Where Oh Where Could My Baby Be.....?<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My husbands version of this song went something like this as I overhead it from our bedroom on Sunday morning:</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">My wife took them away from me...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">She doing laundry so I can't find them nooowwww</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">humma humma humma hummmmmmmm hum hum....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">No worries, he got them back. To induce new versus, maybe I should hide them more often?</span></div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-75980689198289361632010-04-30T14:04:00.001-06:002010-04-30T14:10:02.131-06:00Insert Homework Break Here!<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just because it was the last week of class does not mean I get a break from homework,</span> no siree bob.<span style="font-size: small;"> That happens next week.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">But, I need a little breakaroo from writting papers, so this is me slacking. Here is a small update until I can blog regularly like the good ole' days.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Ready?</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*I am reeeaaaallly excited for summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*Yours truly taught Bruce how to sit and shake, and Mr. S even taught him to give kisses (and I was truly proud!). <span style="font-size: small;">I intend to spend the summer teaching him a myriad of new tricks like how to walk on a leash and not to bite his owners face - you know, all that super advanced stuff;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*I enjoyed a much needed day off from work yesterday, and I got to sleep in on Wednesday. My work has some seriously sweet benefits! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*We got grass!!!! <span style="font-size: small;">Now our beloved pooch can wizz in our own yard.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*I lost 2.4 pounds this week. Halle<em>freaking</em>luiah! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">*And, I love my life.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-large;"><strong>the end.</strong></span></div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-28001366299580822412010-04-23T18:36:00.000-06:002010-04-23T18:36:02.530-06:00It's a Dog's Life.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8MOqifHThFKquA3svYYVA75R3SOs4zH5fRPtHFUCfs9W98EcxaG4V73ddlZfvjhLOR9PZqlEyeFlPgm8zPKNvX5w3Wtz18o-SXf-swWjB5Leq4T0tYQYw7Rmf78lR9Wbq3NS_RBUSxo/s1600/HPIM0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8MOqifHThFKquA3svYYVA75R3SOs4zH5fRPtHFUCfs9W98EcxaG4V73ddlZfvjhLOR9PZqlEyeFlPgm8zPKNvX5w3Wtz18o-SXf-swWjB5Leq4T0tYQYw7Rmf78lR9Wbq3NS_RBUSxo/s640/HPIM0581.JPG" tt="true" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">Hola, I am Bruce.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Sorry, Paige is making sure I don't wizz all over the house or chew the cabinets right now so she's been too busy to blog. As you can see in my picture, I look so tough but I wear a fleece turtleneck sweater(that dad likes to call a cape to make me feel more manly) because I freeze my little kahonaze off in the cold.</span> </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I am pretty much the cutest dog ever. The vet told me, so it must be true.</span> </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I think everything tastes good. Like weeds, tennis shoes, rugs, couch cushions, and argyle socks. Especially argyle socks. I am not quite sure why, but mom thinks I am serious mischief.</span> </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I just make this face. She forgives me and wants kiss my face off.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Well I gotta go because I have some crotches to sniff. Peace!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-781951403507249602010-04-02T14:59:00.000-06:002010-04-02T14:59:02.867-06:00Friday Five<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I am grateful we got to close on our house today.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">I am grateful we got to close on our house today.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I am grateful we got to close on our house today.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I am grateful we got to close on our house today!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">and finally, I am grateful Mr. S still loves me after I cried and cried and cried about never being able to close on our house, and how hopeless I felt, how I wanted to stab whomever was responsible (I would never <em>ACTUALLY</em> stab someone!), how I am the type of person who just needs a freakin' plan, and after I sobbed (after all of this) when he told me I was going to be fine, which was somehow offensive to my overly-hormone-loaded female brain.</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Bless his patience, he deserves a medal.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So so so happy right now!!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-83576822915161887282010-03-26T09:53:00.000-06:002010-03-26T09:53:19.546-06:00Friday Five<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know I have slacked on my Friday Five, but I am oh so back in the swing of things. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><ol><li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">My fabulous husband who brings home chocolate ice cream upon the news that we wouldn't close on our home this week. He knows me so well. His thoughtfulness knows no limits. Love him so much.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">My awesome sister-in-law sent the best online card just in time to make us laugh our buns off.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Homework to occupy my free time.</span></li>
<li style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Marriage Ref. I laughed so so so hard last night. How can you not be grateful for something that makes you cry because you are laughing so hard? How come strange people are so fun to watch?!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Getting to go out to my favorite restaurant and chat it up with my lovely friend Abby tonight. So excited!</span></span> </li>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I finished packing last night. It felt a little odd (trying to decide what to keep and what to get-the-freak-rid-of). When I moved home from St. George, I dropped most of my belongings in my parent’s basement, and for the most part, pretended they didn’t exist for the last three years until yesterday. Cleaning it out felt really good, and I decided that spring cleaning and moving should be best friends. Two birds. One stone. Speaking of the house, it is so SO <span style="font-size: large;"><i>SOOOO</i> </span>almost done. A couple of weeks ago it was in that strange teenage awkward phase (house style) where it was trying to look cool but really only ended up looking like a wannabe. I think it’s finally completed enough to have moved to the cool young adult phase. An example of what I mean:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Our house in it's toddler days - </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Lastly, we are welcoming a little dude into our yet-to-be-lived-in home in exactly one month from yesterday. No, we are not preggo, but he is really awesome, and he has a bit more fuzz then a human kiddo. Meet <span style="font-size: x-large;">Bruce</span>, the Boxer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">He gets to come home with us because he licked my neck and he was really snuggly. <i>Who said kissing ass never gotcha anywhere?</i> <span style="font-size: large;">Not I!!!</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> Bruce had an overall score of 100% on a scale of cuteness, snuggly-ness, and overall puppy love. <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Holy crap, I love the dogs. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-57856580284245648142010-03-05T14:06:00.003-07:002010-03-05T14:07:18.851-07:00Friday Five<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My bed. It felt so comfortable this morning, I never wanted to leave.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Good-tasting healthy food.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My husband's ability to laugh at me when I'm crazy, and shrug it off when <i>it's </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> that time.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=11020&f=3424">This</a> dinning room table that isn't going to cost me a fortune.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i> </i>and an easy commute in bad weather. </span></div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-70318610052165665962010-03-04T15:19:00.000-07:002010-03-04T15:19:26.422-07:00Rufella<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Remember <a href="http://paigesaidit.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-rufus.html%20">Rufus</a>? I killed him, all by myself, and I felt proud of my overcoming my arachnid phobia. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">His wife, Rufella came for revenge this morning. While I was nekkid getting dressed for work.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">She too was very big.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">You know what I did?</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">(<i>Obviously</i>, I got dressed first - NOBODY wants a spider to jump or fall on you while your nekkid!)</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">As liberating as killing Ruf was,I am a married woman who is not ashamed to ask for saving. I puppy-dog-eyed my really hot husband and begged him to take care of it. He totally did, and didn't even flinch.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Sorry Rufus, but I am sure you are glad to be rejoined with Rufella in spider heaven. Don't send any of your friends to my current residence or future residence. Thanks man!</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-39841294674686648432010-02-12T11:43:00.001-07:002010-02-12T11:45:05.025-07:00Friday Five - Saint Valentine's Edition<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There was a time in my life that I canceled Valentine's Day. While I had a boyfriend. What is the point? Cards, roses, jewelry... For what? He seemed fine with it, he didn't have any money, and we weren't exactly soul mates. Not that I didn't care, I just felt like it was a wasteful holiday. It was probably invented by the card companies right? </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Two years later I had developed a love of greeting cards and completely adored the hot dude I was dating. A very opposite situation. Valentine's was something I still had reserved emotions about, but I actually cared about spending it with someone I was captivated by this time. It was far from a disappointment. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I really love Valentine's Day. It's a little bit of glitter in a dull Utah winter. Saint Valentine's day is cool because, <b>a)</b> I can use the colors pink and red together, <b>b)</b> a heart symbol isn't so cheesy, <b>c)</b> you can ALWAYS find the best love-related cards that cannot be found any other time of the year - and you know I love me some greeting cards! <b>d)</b> pretty flowers + chocolate indulgences, and <b>e)</b> it is the one time of year you get a free pass to be as mushy-gooshy as you want.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-14232317885259965022010-02-11T10:58:00.000-07:002010-02-11T10:58:19.592-07:00I GUESS It's Gonna Be Fine:)<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It is still unclear to me why I posted when I was in one of those <span style="font-size: large;">w<i>orld-is-going-to-end-because-I'm-never-gonna-get-all-my-shit-done</i></span> kind of moods. I feel a slightly guilty for having written that very depressing post. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After having said (or written) my peace, I left work. As I drove away, I called Mr. S. like I do everyday, and just like the day before he asked, "How was your day?" My answer "fine" cracked, and because the only way I know how to cope when I feel powerless is cry, you bet your behind that's what I did. I very seriously thought - woe is my life. I will spare you the details of why I felt so overwhelmed, because frankly, it's boring, but for the record, I do agree that I was being a boob. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But you know, I would love to thank the big man upstairs for coming up with the whole husband idea because Mr. S somehow pulled me out of my misery just before I had to walk into class. Pat on the back for you big man, and pat on the butt for you husband. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anywhozzle, I am feeling much better. I am even back to talking in my sleep. Apparently last night I even exclaimed, <span style="font-size: small;">"</span><span style="font-size: small;">Wow, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">that's</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> how much you pee in a week!?"</span> I think the oddness of the sentence speaks for itself, but please, whatever you do, laugh, because c'mon, <span style="font-size: x-large;">WHO says THAT!? </span></span>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774300389501331607.post-13782529848109866902010-02-09T16:50:00.000-07:002010-02-09T16:50:43.106-07:00Somebody Has Turned Off My "Do Your Crap NOW!" Button.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just don't care. I just don't want to read anymore textbooks right now. I don't care about hebeas corpus, judicial review, or Marbury v. Madison. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Don't want to care.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Want to go home and sleep until my reading-induced head pressure goes away, but can sleep until I finish my reading. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">School, you stink. Like rotten eggs and spoiled milk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I pity da fool who goes to school.</span></div>Paige Nicollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05090892453679924039noreply@blogger.com0