tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24320274465645096832024-02-07T00:35:20.273-05:00My Life As..Christina Ann<center>I'm crazy. I'm talkative. I'm opinionated. I'm louder than I should be. I'm strong. I'm loving. I'm not everything I wish I could be. I'm silly and yes I'm annoying too. But most importantly I'm ME and that's just the way I like it.</center>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-24466828101104537462013-04-25T00:43:00.003-04:002013-04-25T00:43:35.366-04:00Something to Think About.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love finding pictures like these. If I find some that are inspirational enough I print the pictures off and hang them where I can see them. They give me boosts when I need them.</div>
<br />Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-12908527282358216142013-04-25T00:31:00.002-04:002013-04-25T00:43:49.551-04:00I'm Back!Hey there, I'm back! After not posting for about a year and a half, I've decided to try and start writing some posts again.<br />
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I have been at my job for almost a year and a half as well. I started at Walgreens November 22, 2011. I started in the cosmetics department and then moved over to the photo department. I am now the Head Photo Specialist (HPS). I love my job most days but as all jobs go, it has its days.<br />
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Ryan is growing, growing, growing. I can't believe he will be three this October. Time sure does fly by. I am amazed every day by the things that he does and the things that he knows.<br />
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I have been trying to focus on my son, my job, and school and I try to let everything else fall into place as it comes and as it goes. I do not have many complaints with life right now. It's been going very well. </div>
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<br />Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-8133137784405218532011-12-11T01:31:00.000-05:002011-12-11T01:31:04.009-05:00Happiness Is Where It's At!I won't put much, but I would like to say that I am finally happy. It took me a while to get over things, but I think I'm finally there. I don't know how long this happiness will last, but I am definitely ready for it to stay for a while.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"A kiss is a touch that attaches two hearts, binds two souls."</div><br />
Ahhh I've been in such a good mood lately. I haven't smiled this much in a long time.Such a good thing. Alright that is all for now. I'll write more soon!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with my momma on my birthday last year.</td></tr>
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</span>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-44151726518190925612011-10-30T00:45:00.002-04:002011-10-30T15:56:38.696-04:00And the Cutest Costume goes to.... . .RYAN! We went to a Halloween party tonight (well technically yesterday since it's after midnight). Ryan's Halloween costume this year is a skeleton! I think he looks adorable in it, and I must not be being bias because at the party he won cutest costume. He even got a prize and a medal!<br />
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I can't wait for Halloween this year. I'm going to let Ryan go up to a few doors this year (with me of course) since he is walking this year and I can't wait to see him being a big boy with the other kids. Oh and I get to eat his candy too so that is a plus!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's Ryan on Halloween last year. My cute little pumpkin certainly has changed a lot in one year!</td></tr>
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</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-80490287433325623582011-10-28T12:22:00.000-04:002011-10-28T12:22:14.018-04:00No Longer A Baby..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Well, my baby is no longer a baby. He had his 1st birthday last Saturday. I can't believe how big he is getting. He has been walking for a month now (since September 27) and is always on the go! It seems like every day he has learned a new trick. He is such a sweet little boy and has been very affectionate lately, which Momma likes a lot!<br />
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</tbody></table>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-90714324973810451342011-09-09T19:21:00.000-04:002011-09-09T19:21:17.788-04:00I'm Bad At Posting.I have been extremely bad at posting. I keep saying that I'm going to post more the next day and I never get around to it so, I will not say that I'm going to get around to posting more tonight or tomorrow, if I do, go me! But I will say I HOPE to be posting soon I would love to catch everyone up on my life. My little boy is growing and so much has changed! Check back soon there will be more, I promise. I just don't know when.Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-75103571760432208922011-06-24T00:34:00.000-04:002011-06-24T00:34:07.859-04:00Has it really been two months?!??Okay I am officially the worst blogger ever! I haven't posted since my son turned 6 months old and he turned 8 months old yesterday. I guess life has just been too busy! Between taking care of Ryan by myself and going to school, I have not had a break or the energy to sit down and think of something to write. I am going to try and get better at this. Now that Ryan is going to bed earlier and is sleeping in his crib most of the time, I have some free time at night before I go to bed. This has been great! I haven't had "me" time in a long time. I won't bore everyone with rambling, but I will post a few pictures of the past couple months! I'll also make a post about our trip to North Carolina and Georgia in the next day or two!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Ryan on Easter.</td></tr>
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</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-16815632091503230652011-04-22T14:46:00.001-04:002011-10-30T00:33:13.493-04:006 months old!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My little babe is 6 months old today! I can't believe how fast the time has gone. It seems like just yesterday that he was only a couple weeks old and now he's a half a year old. Happy half birthday to my little Ry baby.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Minutes after being born: </b>This was my first time holding him. It was the best moment of my life.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A few days ago:</b> He can't quite pull up like this on his own yet but he has started pulling up. He loves standing like this. It scares me that he is getting to be this big!</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like this one of Ryan too! He is so gosh darn cute! Ha-ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-64493025563853316072011-04-03T10:07:00.000-04:002011-04-03T10:07:53.790-04:00If You've Ever... [Things a Mommy Has Done]If you’ve ever:<br />
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…gotten a lump in your throat while you heard the heartbeat of your baby;<br />
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…unwrapped your newly swaddled baby, completely out of curiosity;<br />
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…held the feet of an infant to your lips;<br />
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…gotten tears on your baby’s head in the middle of the night while feeding him or her;<br />
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…been so tired you handed your spouse a sippy cup instead of a beer;<br />
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…researched the cure for croup, at 3 a.m.;<br />
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…picked a tiny nose with your pinky finger;<br />
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…stumbled over your words, as you explained something so very big to someone so very small;<br />
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…wished with all your might for moments forever lost in time;<br />
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…surprisingly realized there were tears on your cheeks;<br />
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…paced the halls of your home, mentally willing a fever to break;<br />
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…wondered how it was possible for a little person to eat so much;<br />
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…wondered how it was possible for a little person to eat so little;<br />
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…discussed growth spurts, cradle cap, and the colour, consistency and smell of poop;<br />
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…were surprised at how long his little legs were getting as you re-tucked him in, before retiring for the night;<br />
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…felt warm vomit down your back as you try to calm your frightened child;<br />
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…laid awake and wondered if you could have done something better;<br />
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…heard 18 excuses why he doesn’t want to go to bed;<br />
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…bought them new shoes despite the fact you’ve had yours for 3 years running;<br />
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…baked 32 cupcakes at 10:30 at night;<br />
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(after doing a milk run in your pajamas);<br />
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…filled out a field trip form, only to worry about all the things that could go wrong;<br />
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…volunteered for that field trip to put your own mind at ease;<br />
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…stayed by the window after allowing her to bike to the variety store;<br />
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…talked candidly about sex and drugs, all the while nursing knots in your tummy;<br />
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…felt your heart soar along with his when he saved the game;<br />
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…been mad at someone else’s kid for hurting your kid’s feelings;<br />
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…taught them how to cook a meal/do a load of laundry/long division/anything, and somehow not ripped your hair out;<br />
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…been more excited than ever for Christmas morning, just to see their faces;<br />
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…spoiled them rotten when you got a few extra bucks;<br />
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…made her favorite meal, just because;<br />
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…tusseled his hair, and pulled him back for a kiss and a hug when he squirmed away;<br />
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…laid awake at night and willed time to slow down;<br />
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…thought you’d never, ever feel love like this – so raw and powerful – leaving you so very vulnerable…<br />
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…then you’re doing it right.Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-10310875240771780742011-03-30T15:02:00.000-04:002011-03-30T15:02:29.625-04:00Just A Little Inspiration For The Mind.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0di7gL2Y6vRoAseFDfl2HYQ7Xa3JXv_5uLROQP_sS3DFAA3oiLGUP9dgAkZoSeXxFYADfGtJvV8xIStuRJXzkHWBK9DPXv2OGl4Dk3NA_TuDMDCeXdIklR16M8hJv4V7IaExOV9XkhK6N/s1600/168071_1788785810230_1557120590_2851427_5388728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0di7gL2Y6vRoAseFDfl2HYQ7Xa3JXv_5uLROQP_sS3DFAA3oiLGUP9dgAkZoSeXxFYADfGtJvV8xIStuRJXzkHWBK9DPXv2OGl4Dk3NA_TuDMDCeXdIklR16M8hJv4V7IaExOV9XkhK6N/s320/168071_1788785810230_1557120590_2851427_5388728_n.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I wish I could find a guy that follows this. I am so over heart-breaks and drama and all of the other crap that guys bring along in a relationship. You think girls are divas and dramatic? Think again most guys have more drama than a normal girl they just don't always broadcast it, but somehow it still ends up ruining your life in some way. This post may make me look like I hate the male race and I don't just a lot of guys I've known/dated have been complete jerks to me. I just want one guy to prove to me that they aren't all like that. I want somebody to love me for me and not try to turn me into something that I'm not. I think this is want all of us want. After all, we are human. We want to love and be loved, but I guess some people just can't handle or accomplish the task.</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-3195492173826729022011-03-26T01:35:00.004-04:002011-03-26T01:42:34.113-04:00Written In The Stars ♥ Tinie Tempah<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YgFyi74DVjc?fs=1" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Right now this is my favorite song. It has a great beat and has a good mix of sounds and different styles of music in the song. I really like the lyrics as well. Over all it's a great song, and I could put it on repeat and listen to it over and over, ha-ha. Oh, and I also really like Eric Turner.<br />
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<b>[<span style="font-size: small;">Eric Turner]</span></b></div><div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Oh written in the stars<br />
A million miles away<br />
A message to the main<br />
Ooooh<br />
Seasons come and go<br />
But I will never change<br />
And I'm on my way<br />
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<b>[Tinie Tempah - Verse 1]</b><br />
Lets go... <br />
Yeah<br />
You're listening now<br />
They say they aint heard nothing like this in a while<br />
That's why they play my song on so many different dials<br />
Cause I got more hits than a disciplined child<br />
When they see me everybody brrrrrap's, brrrrrraps<br />
Man I'm like a young gun fully black Barrack<br />
I cried tear drops over the massive attack<br />
I only make hits like I work with a racket and bat<br />
Look at my jacket and hat<br />
So damn berserk<br />
So down to earth<br />
I'm bringing gravity back<br />
Adopted by the major I want my family back<br />
People work hard just to get all their salary taxed<br />
Look I'm just a writer from the ghetto like Malory blackman<br />
Where the hells all the sanity at, damn<br />
I used to be the kid that no one cared about<br />
That's why you have to keep screaming til they hear you out<br />
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<b>[Chorus] </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<b>[Tinie Tempah - Verse 2] </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Yeah, I needed a change<br />
When we ate we never took because we needed a change<br />
I needed a break<br />
For a sec I even gave up believing and praying<br />
I even done illegal stuff and was leaded astray<br />
They say money is the root to the evilist ways<br />
But have you ever been so hungry that it keeps you awake<br />
Mate, now my hunger would leave them amazed<br />
Great, it feels like a long time coming, fam<br />
Since the day I thought of that cunning plan<br />
One day I had a dream I tried to chase it<br />
But I wasn't going nowhere, running man! <br />
I knew that maybe someday I would understand<br />
Trying to turn a tenner to a hundred grand<br />
Everyones a kid that no-one cares about<br />
You just have to keep screaming until they hear you out<br />
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<b>[Chorus repeated] </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<b>[Outro] </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>[End]</b></span></div><br />
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<span class="b-lyrics-from-signature" style="font-size: x-small;">[ Lyrics from: <a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/tinie_tempah/written_in_the_stars.html">http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/tinie_tempah/written_in_the_stars.html</a> ]</span>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-35979644409179554182011-03-24T16:37:00.002-04:002011-03-25T12:51:53.754-04:00Photo Time.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mark Twain Statue in Hannibal, Missouri</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I took this picture from my phone when I was in Hannibal, Missouri with my grandma last May. I was actually pregnant on this trip and I have one picture of myself and I look quite hysterical. I look more bloated than pregnant. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have always liked Mark Twain so to be in his home town and see the scenes that helped him write his stories was awesome! There were so many neat things to see. The river was beautiful, there were cute little souvenir shops, and the houses were so neat to see!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me about 19 weeks pregnant. I look so bloated!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-75414504803519811042011-03-24T16:06:00.001-04:002011-03-25T13:04:50.811-04:00Rest in Peace ♥ Elizabeth Taylor<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">February 27, 1932 – March 23, 2011</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I don't know if I would say that Elizabeth Taylor was my idol, but I did enjoy the movies that she was in. When I was younger on of the priests at my church said that I looked like Elizabeth Taylor when she played the role in "National Velvet." He called me Liz and Elizabeth all the time and never really knew my real name. Because of this, I always have like Elizabeth Taylor. I can say that I ever want to have seven husbands, but so many people looked up to her and honestly she was a beauty. If there was anybody that I would want to be compared to for looks I definitely think she is a good choice. I'm sure she will be greatly missed!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . .So are you going to waste it, or are you going to live life to the fullest. Never having regrets. Doing your best and just living in the moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't regret things. Yes there are a few things that I wish I could change, but I don't regret doing them. Everything happens for a reason. You have to realize this and move on. Don't waste your life living in the past. It's already happened and there is nothing you can do to change it, but you can still improve the future. So focus on creating a better future for yourself and others. That is how you can live life to the fullest. Be the change that you wish to see in the world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-74549834825586243382011-03-22T15:38:00.001-04:002011-03-25T12:53:00.657-04:00My Fears.Alright, it's time for a little fact about me. I am deathly afraid of clowns (mostly the really scary ones), rubber chickens, people in chicken costumes or other full body costumes, and just chickens in general.<br />
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I use to love clowns as a kid when I went to parades, but now I get creeped out every time I see a clown, and I think it has to with the fact the I have seen way too many scary movies with clowns in them. When we were dating, Ryan's dad use to chase me around while he was wearing this awful clown mask. It made me want to cry every time. As for the chickens, I cannot stand the texture, the sound, or the appearance of rubber chickens. If I see them in a store I literally run and hide. I did this the last time I was in the mall in my town when my friend and I went into Spencer's. When the chicken dance comes on at events and the person in the costume comes out, I run in the opposite direction. Regular Chickens bother me too. They are so awkward and gross looking. I can hardly eat chicken, it really depends on how I'm feeling. Most of the time it grosses me out to much to eat it.<br />
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There's no term for the fear of rubber chickens, but the fear of regular chickens is called Alektorophobia. The fear of clowns or any person in disguise is called Coulrophobia.<br />
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I found this little saying about clowns and I thought it was kind of funny. <span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Big, round red noses and floppy, floppy shoes; orange fright wigs and all that makeup. You just <b>know</b> they can't be up to any good."</span></i></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just looking for and at these pictures makes me want to puke, yuck! But I was trying "face my fears" for you all, ha-ha.</div><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span></i>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-86181812237526097532011-03-21T14:47:00.002-04:002011-03-25T12:59:44.234-04:00Spring Break Adventures. I went to Ball State my freshman year of college. It's actually where I met Jon. I had plans to go back there this year but when I got pregnant, those plans changed. I went to visit all of my friends this past weekend during my spring break. It was a blast and it was so great to see everyone. They all got to meet Ryan and we had a relaxing time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike and me recreating our picture from last year.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Before heading to Ball State, we actually went to go see Jon and his family for a few days. I was glad that we got to see them and that Ryan got to spend time with his daddy!<br />
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Over all, I had a pretty good spring break. I feel like death and want to sleep all the time now, but it was definitely worth it. Now it's time to get serious and get back to my studies because spring break is officially over and classes started back up today. Yuck!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ryan playing with daddy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and Ryan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ryan with Grandma Cutshaw.</td></tr>
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</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-5915166585801046592011-03-21T14:36:00.000-04:002011-03-25T13:00:34.502-04:00Luck of the Irish.As promised, here is Ryan in his cute little St. Patty's Day outfit.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love my baby so much. He is such a cute little Irish lad! </div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-79544605375018983222011-03-17T11:42:00.000-04:002011-03-25T12:59:44.234-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTq1UX961eGifbZMH9MM69VGQTwC2Xvk53Ay29UlX4sA2m67GSGjqmJazD84Hy_puzdLUe-Syut6eL5s5e9pG5HkJYTA8-9uZGfVx2m0tmG0XfPYcrenCNAaCXDyNUoZ2kupBKiDxI4PN/s1600/happy-st-patricks-day-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTq1UX961eGifbZMH9MM69VGQTwC2Xvk53Ay29UlX4sA2m67GSGjqmJazD84Hy_puzdLUe-Syut6eL5s5e9pG5HkJYTA8-9uZGfVx2m0tmG0XfPYcrenCNAaCXDyNUoZ2kupBKiDxI4PN/s400/happy-st-patricks-day-banner.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been on spring break so I've been really bad at blogging, but I wanted to wish everybody a Happy St. Patrick's Day! My family loves this day. Ryan has a cute outfit for today. I'll post pictures a little bit later once I get him dressed. We've been a little lazy today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-76056455535458651322011-03-10T16:25:00.001-05:002011-03-25T12:51:53.755-04:00Sanibel ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiRH22vgDjEMhMkcuK3D9Ku-seZQaeAI7uyfwUjj6ehutu5dEmuxMEIT1DsRg_n7fwIyarao4UF6ijmhIxalQZYm3bFmfxbB6BRHxBRkcLc6dQIHPm_EuuHilzlpgenypKOES-aH_f2XK/s1600/photothurs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiRH22vgDjEMhMkcuK3D9Ku-seZQaeAI7uyfwUjj6ehutu5dEmuxMEIT1DsRg_n7fwIyarao4UF6ijmhIxalQZYm3bFmfxbB6BRHxBRkcLc6dQIHPm_EuuHilzlpgenypKOES-aH_f2XK/s400/photothurs2.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This post is going to include two pictures. They are both of the same area but they are so different and so wonderful that I couldn't decide which one I wanted to post, so I'm posting both of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sanibel Island, Florida, is my family's vacation spot. We go there about every three years. I went when I was 2 1/2 years old and then we didn't go again until about 5 years ago and then 2 years ago. We plan on going again sometime during the summer of 2012. It is gorgeous there! The thing that makes it such a great vacation spot is the fact that it's not over populated with vacationers like Panama City Beach or Daytona Beach. A lot of retired people live there so it's just a nice and relaxing place to be. They have this awesome regulation (at least I think it's awesome), where buildings can only be as tall as two-stories and they don't allow many store or restaurant chains there. The only one that I can think of is Dairy Queen. Both of these things just two of the things that make this little island so nice. I love the beach and the shelling is great there too. There are so many different kinds of shells that wash up on the beach. I cannot wait until we go again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I found this picture and found it really interesting. Just by looking at the this, you can tell that our states aren't in that great of shape. My state happens to be the "Least Green State." And that doesn't really surprise me. So, what's you State worst at? Are you surprised?Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-27840756731062598872011-03-09T17:22:00.001-05:002011-11-01T01:47:27.879-04:00Christina Fact.Okay so I've been a really bad blogger this week. Yes, I said I was going to post two posts yesterday since I wasn't able to post on Monday, but I got lazy yesterday, so today is the day! I WILL post two posts today.<br />
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Alright so for a fact about me. I am in college and am 20 years old. Last year, my freshman year of college, I attended Ball State University and was majoring in Secondary English and Speech Education. Ball State is about 2 hours away from my house and since I got pregnant, I transferred to the community college here in Lafayette. So now I go to Ivy Tech Community College and I'm majoring in Surgical Technology and then eventually Nursing. I love my med classes and I am much happier with my major. In a way it's a blessing in disguise that I got pregnant, because as I've said before, I believe that everything happens for a reason so it was meant to be!<br />
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I do however miss my friends back at Ball State and Ryan and I are planning on visiting them during my spring break for a couple of days and I am very excited to see them. Some of my friends are babysitting Ryan so that I can go out and enjoy myself a little bit!Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-72884815979881605392011-03-08T15:32:00.000-05:002011-03-25T12:53:42.028-04:00Diaper Change Horror Help.This is a day late because my computer overheated yesterday and stopped working for a little bit. But now that it is up and running again I will be doing two posts today so that I can keep up with my daily posts.<br />
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If you're a mom you probably know the horrors of diaper changes. The first blowout Ryan had I actually cried because I didn't know what to do. Oh the things we go through as mothers. We get pooped and peed on and yet we still love our little ones [of course]. Some babies hate diaper changes. I'm lucky that Ryan actually likes them, but now that he rolls over and likes to explore things, diaper changes have gotten extremely hard to do lately. This is what I have come up with to keep him from moving his hand every where and rolling all over the place:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <b>Exhibit A:</b></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I taped a picture up on the wall for him to look at. As you can see he ripped off part of the bottom, but that was before I got smart and taped down the entire edge. He likes to try and get it down and he likes to touch the animal. He bats at the picture while I change his diaper and it has been a lifesaver. It's so much easier for me and it doesn't take forever to get him changed. I change the picture every once in a while so that he has something new to look at and play with. Obviously this won't help when you're out some place or when you don't change them on the changing table, but when you do you'll find that when they are occupied with something it's a lot easier. And the nice thing about the picture is that it doesn't get in the way like a toy does. </div>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432027446564509683.post-48755342528129777022011-03-06T19:44:00.003-05:002011-03-25T12:57:33.073-04:00Dream ♥<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody">"<i>The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams</i>." --</span>Eleanor Roosevelt</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I love finding quotes like this one. They all have a deep meaning and I try to apply them to my life when I can. </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><center><a href="http://s227.photobucket.com/albums/dd299/tinalou09/?action=view&current=dream.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd299/tinalou09/dream.jpg" /></a></center></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></h6>Christina Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492847087996326617noreply@blogger.com2