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| Ok, so I'm only posting cause I have new pictures. But I do have thots, so I'll share them while I'm at it. :)
I was talking to my twitterpated sister last night  and she said something that started me thinking. She's good at that sort of thing. She said she didn't think about praising and affirming her man as much as she should. He's the strong one, right? But the more someone loves us, the more what we say matters to them - the more important it is to them what we think or how we feel.
I agreed with her in a wise and slightly superior fashion. After all, I learned that, too, when our relationship was first starting out. Yes, that's very important. But I started thinking - hmm, I don't really do that anymore. We used to do it all the time, but I can't remember the last time I really sat down and told Dan everything (or at least a lot of things - everything could take a while) I love and appreciate about him.
So I did something about it. Who do you appreciate? When was the last time you told em? What are you gonna do about it?
Ok, and we tooked Cody to his first rodeo ever! He loved it!!! Here's pictures:
     
P.S. Isn't his hair HYSTERICAL? It does that all by itself 
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| Well, this is going to be short and sweet. I'm sending you to the aunts for pictures. My camera is broke somehow *cry* and I can take pictures, but I can't get them off the camera. :( Hooray for Aunt Kara Lee, the picture lady!!! :)
http://www.xanga.com/etamenya/597314458/item.html
http://www.xanga.com/thejimmug/597325108/item.html
Enjoy!
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| But first, I have to send you to the blog of one of my baby's many aunts for new pictures. :) http://www.xanga.com/thejimmug
Ok. Now that that's done... I decided I needed to post something besides ga ga goo goo to get my audience back. Ok, to get an audience. Ok, fine, don't read it. I'm posting it just cause.
Dan and I were talking the other day about our childhood dreams. He had many and widely varied: he wanted to be a pro baseball player, he wanted to raise show cattle, he wanted to own a brand new truck by the time he was 16, to name a few. He asked me what my dreams were when I was a kid. Wow, I don't even remember. The funny thing is, I never dreamed of being a programmer. I never dreamed of being a cook, laundry woman, and cleaning lady. I never dreamed of playing World of Warcraft every moment I could steal, or being one of Starbuck's most loyal customers, or even being a mommy (believe it or not).
Has anyone ever seen the new Mr. Deeds with Adam Sandler? You know that scene at the end where he's trying to talk all those shareholders out of selling the company and putting all those people out of jobs? He says something along the lines of, "If we ran into the 10-year-old versions of ourselves right now, we'd probably kick our butts and put bubble gum in our hair." So, would I? I don't think I'd hate my guts, but I'm not sure I'd be my favorite person, either. I can still play hide-and-seek, and quote Dr. Suess word perfect, and buy someone ice cream just cause, but I just don't do it anymore.
I think as a kid, my dream was to be something like Teri Dylhoff, who had me and Deanne Bulthuis over to make chocolate chip cookies, and let us eat half the dough before we got done. My dream was to be like Intha Taylor, who took me - just me - to the theater to see Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken when it first came out. My dream was to be like my dad, who came into our room an hour after bedtime one night when it had been snowing all day, put our snowsuits on over our pajamas, and took us sledding. My dream was to be like my brother Peter, who was always there for me to talk to or hang out with when no one else wanted to be around me. Am I becoming the person I dreamed about? My dreams weren't that hard to attain, and they didn't have deadlines that are already past. So why am I not out making someone else feel special every day? What's my excuse for not pursuing those dreams? | | |
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So here's more.... 
