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  <title>am I to turn out just like my parent?</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:54:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Singing</title>
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  <description>So last night as we drove home together from Orlando... She was singing along with me a few times =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:15:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yay warcraft</title>
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  <description>played warcraft tonight together for the first time in ... probably a month. Played warcraft with my wife&apos;s sister on Sunday for a lot of the day. That was fun. For the last week or two I&apos;ve been really really into my work and have been playing with code-related stuff at home. The baby has been way more cranky and needy for the last 1.5 weeks.  It&apos;s been rough. She&apos;s put to bed around 8:30ish each night. so we get some relaxation time. Sleeps through most the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk in bed almost every night. It&apos;s terrific. Many times it&apos;s me listening, and only occasionally responding but I love to hear it all.  She&apos;s way more verbal about her affection and I&apos;m way more physical with hand holding and hugs. We constantly remind each other how much we mean to each other. I don&apos;t imagine it would work any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her to help me do more things for her, or do more chores.  She asks me to help her define the line between reminding and nagging so that she doesn&apos;t feel like a nag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not felt the desire to talk to any of my friends.  It seems that most are only interested in talking if it is on warcraft and only interested in &apos;hanging out&apos; if it involves warcraft. So I&apos;ve kept to myself.  The rent is incredibly difficult to manage in person without offending me or overstepping boundaries. I miss her, and hope to work through it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch tv together a good deal, she downloads the shows instead of us having to watch commercials.  She&apos;s done an absolutely amazing job at organizing, unpacking, and as far as I can tell getting as much help from me as she wants.  She makes an incredible mother and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have difficulty with the normal issue between men and women with gaming. Going slow versus racing as fast as I can.  I&apos;m working on slowing down all the time to balance out the hauling ass she was doing the first months of our relationship.  It&apos;s been going well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a reptile store and watched a venomous snake eat a rat. The snake looked so cool and so did the inside of his mouth. His venom however seemed to be 2nd or 3rd rate.  The rat took a LONG time to die after being bitten. But his rows of fangs on the inside of his mouth moved in such a cool pattern when he finally took the rat in.  The monitor we fed on the other hand... GOBBLE. 2 seconds and the mouse was in its belly chomped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s time for bed. Lots of catching up accomplished!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 01:22:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Baby girl</title>
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  <description>yesterday was the first day we had what we would consider full on giggles! how exciting!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 23:28:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blah</title>
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  <description>Wife is sick, mom is needy, baby is cranky.  2 out of 3 are sleeping for now. I finished the game I rented and can&apos;t seem to focus well enough to work on some programming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email saying I&apos;m getting my security deposit back after a stressful fight with the landlady after she signed off on the house we rented. After a walk through she says she will email us a copy of the walk through.  Then called 30 min later to say that she thought we might need to have the carpets professionally cleaned per the rental agreement.  We had a professional clean the carpet but did not obtain a receipt. Around 3 days later she calls and says she did another walk through with the home owner.  Now she wants a carpet tear fixed.  So after signing off that everything was ok and not sending us our copy of the document, she missed or forgot about a carpet cleaning and then found more stuff to add on to it.  Anyhow after a long argument back and forth in emails (yay I didn&apos;t have to try to do this face to face or over the phone). Her boss or perhaps the realty owner sends an email with attitude, but says he&apos;s sending us our deposit back. So yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been thinking lately of going to a doctor for some ADD meds, or perhaps ADHD meds. My wifey would like me to go have my back looked at.  Sounds like a good idea, just need to find some time now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 23:25:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Baby Girl</title>
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  <description>So my newborn daughter is home today for the first time. It&apos;s been an exhausting week at the hospital waitng for she and her mom to get better. The house is spectacularly clean compared to the way we left it.  It pays to have amazing friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 14:01:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>5 weeks left</title>
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  <description>only 5 weeks remaining till I&apos;m a father. weeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after having a friend over for nearly a week, we had the house to ourselves and curled up in bed together watching downloaded tv shows all night (house, heroes, burn notice).</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 13:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I got mine</title>
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  <description>Sorry, busy in my happily ever after, no time for posting.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:13:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Long time no see</title>
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  <description>So.... I&apos;ve been quite busy living life and not posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve gotten tons of wedding pictures and video to reminisce with.  That certainly is part of the reason.  Also there&apos;s been the wedding, mini-honeymoon, the ultrasounds, the wow release,wow lan party, the switch to  4-10 hour workdays to keep me very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other interference:&lt;br /&gt;Friend&apos;s fiance violence, another friend&apos;s wife came back (then he decided to break it off), wife&apos;s grandmother turning up missing, police search, pregnancy sicknesses, rogue balance issues, my renter still being very behind, but delivering large checks now instead of tiny bits almost every day, my other 2 loans, normal Lan party arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things keeping me so very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things still to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding video copied, converted, edited.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding pictures selected, retrieved on cd, posted to various places, help friend find a counselor for the woman that has decided violence is a good way to try to control him, help The Rent re-enter the dating world, help wife get her oil changed, put my car in to find out about the annoying noise.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time on sidejob to make more money, submit invoice to sidejob for hours spent.&lt;br /&gt;Make receipt/invoice for renter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into getting wedding ring etched/inscribed.&lt;br /&gt;Level a hunter (if you can&apos;t beat em, join em?)&lt;br /&gt;Help wife level her hunter (since they are the easiest and best dps for every situation (solo, group questing, instancing, raiding, bg pvp, arena pvp even?)&lt;br /&gt;Wow Laptop (can run multiple copies at once?)&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for baby in 3 months&lt;br /&gt;Sort and unpack the boxes in the garage&lt;br /&gt;Move balance from high-interest credit card to lower interest Line of Credit&lt;br /&gt;Discuss new pc options for wife with wife.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with Kevin.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 12:55:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>4 10 hour days. YAY</title>
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  <description>So starting October 20th I will be working tue-fri 7:30-6pm.  On weeks where there is a holiday, I would work a normal 7:30-4pm with the holiday day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends will be super long. oh man so much awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as an added bonus, tonight my fiance gets home! fun for all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:08:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How lovely</title>
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  <description>So the night before last I spent 3 hours making a nice mp3 cd for my wonderful fiance.  I made 2 copies, one for each of us. It was from 9:30pm till midnight-thirty.  So when I got off from work yesterday I went to get my Social Security card and checkbook from storage.  The card was for our application for a marriage license and the checkbook is for being able to give the photographer a deposit.  Then I went to the ATM to get money out for a haircut, and went to look at men&apos;s rings for the wedding.  I picked a ring and ordered it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve missed being able to tap a ring against glass or other things.  I used to wear 6-8 rings back when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haircut place moved, so I spent some time visiting with one of my old neighbors.  Then I went to circuit city, walked around there, and waited for the photographer meeting.  Once it was close enough to time that I figured she&apos;d already be at the place, I left.  We met with the pretty, professional, and curvy photographer.  She got along very well with the fiance which is very important.  We&apos;ll probably be hiring her for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the car for awhile listening to the new cd I had made her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home and I did some programming.  Then.. the main reason for the entry, we listened to the cd while wrapped tightly around each other and fell asleep.  It was lovely.  The cd played from about 10pm or so, until 3am.  That&apos;s a lot of music!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 13:35:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finances</title>
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  <description>ok so I&apos;m waiting for money from my house renter ($1800+), loanee 1($7000+), loanee 2($4000+), bike purchaser ($2800+), tuition reimbursement ($800).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to motivate myself to work my side job which could make up to $950/month if I would get off my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these sources of income just waiting to come back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s decently stressful, the only one that worries me is the house renter since it saves me from &apos;having&apos; to work my side job to keep money flow in the positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way it seems things are &apos;ok&apos; on my end and will continue to do so, just trying to get my A.D.D ass to buffer things on the frontside and do some side work so things will be under control more easily ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I need to get my marriage license, turn in my driving school certificate, pack up for the move next month (15th) (which will be into a 7 month lease with probable move out 7 months later), talk to my mom about moving out, try and find a way to help the independent fiance with the invitations&apos; mailing, help choose a wedding dinner rehearsal location, work on my vows, finish paying for wedding cake, Move money off my 0% APR card before it goes up to 22%APR, get login information for my sidejob, Choose a wedding ring for me, choose a tux style and get one rented, let the other men in the wedding party know about them, help my fiance pack up for the move, attend the next Sonogram (most likely get to find out the gender!), figure out if I can code html web page automation for my primary job, start a new world of warcraft account and level more classes to 60+, Level my mage to 70, solicit input on making a game (from a good friend, my fiance, and/or my cousins), worry about how my mom&apos;s finances are doing, figure out what to do with the extra washer/dryer I have in storage, figure out what to do with the extra bed(s) I have, decide what to do if anything with my house, find out about my ~$2500 student loan(no idea what company is currently holding the note), put in a change of address for the new house, and I&apos;m giving up on figuring out what else is on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that list! no wonder I&apos;m fairly stressed out. I&apos;m still mostly excited about getting the new house we&apos;re renting together. I can&apos;t wait to have more than 1.25 rooms to live in. My space I&apos;m in is so very cramped it makes my disorganization even worse I feel.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 18:41:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thoughts on my life</title>
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  <description>Previous assisted memories thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;all makes sense&lt;br /&gt;so hard to see and remember things.&lt;br /&gt;because it&apos;s all being repressed all the time&lt;br /&gt;until someone else points them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my memory problems are consistent with symptoms of abuse, I&apos;ve had therapists tell me this, and I do feel incredibly inadequate at remembering things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazingly eye opening for my mother to admit she might not know what she&apos;s talking about and to have just said it with incredible conviction. Then to justify the words because they were out of &apos;concern&apos;.  Concern that something bad &apos;MIGHT&apos; happen? Are you serious? A plane MIGHT decide to crash into the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have a fact or something like a 55% likelihood scientific study to back up a severe generalization that &apos;cutting meat with a knife will ruin it and you are doing it consistently enough that I felt I should say something about it&apos; then I don&apos;t need your parental admonishment and unwanted guilt laden &apos;advice&apos; about how I&apos;m not taking care of my knife that I can easily afford to replace.  It was my money and I have more of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My initial response was to feel guilty, pretend, say, or act like I don&apos;t care so that the subject could be dropped. My feelings are not what matters. Expressing &apos;concern&apos; is somehow love it seems to her. My feelings were not thought of before her desire to mother me brought her straight to correcting me, instead of asking if I would like a regular knife, or if I believed it might harm that type of knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I never considered that, I&apos;m so glad I write these things out.  Her entire stance discounts the possibility that either I knew it could hurt the knife, or that I knew what kind of metal was in my knife and what the ramifications of my actions are.  I can&apos;t find anything in that statement that doesn&apos;t infantalize me or put her self-admittedly &apos;knowledge-lacking&apos; &apos;concern&apos;/parenting as more important than my feelings or things I&apos;ve argued and asked her not to do many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of communication is unwelcomed.  I&apos;ve said it again and again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 17:16:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>help</title>
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  <description>mom has decided to argue full on. as per usual when someone gets close to me, and is around her. Has happened since I was probably 12 or 13 or so. I remember rage fits and people not wanting to be around my house at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argue with my Stephi, in poor form, and offensively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The only consistent feature of your dissatisfying relationships is you.&quot; - Anti-motivational poster.  I feel this reflects all attempts for me to let my mom make friends with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom tried to correct me about using my &apos;good knife&apos; to cut meat saying it would ruin the knife. Stephi said, &quot;No it won&apos;t.&quot; and said she didn&apos;t like my mother feeding me misinformation and treating me like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all of which she does consistently, I&apos;ve gotten so used to it, I struggle not to take anything she says in, but I never know if it&apos;s right, assume it&apos;s wrong, and have to pretend I don&apos;t care so that we don&apos;t HAVE to argue about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother actually admitted she didn&apos;t know what she was talking about (amazing) but tried to justify her words because they were &apos;out of concern&apos; (not a good reason to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like talking about it, email, instant message, comment... if phone is preferred, comment that you&apos;d like me to call and I&apos;ll get my internet phone back up again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 12:49:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Multiple Intelligences</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 14:09:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The ride and the deed</title>
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  <description>August 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it&apos;s time for the nearly hour long ride to her place out on Amelia Island.  I play the cd I had made for her and played for her before with many romance songs mixed in with other songs I thought she might like.  I have her in happy tears before we get to the house.  In particular the song I have been listening to since about the 2nd week we started dating this time, talks about coming home again, and going to an island where we&apos;ll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we arrive, at around 10pm-ish I pull her into her room where the flowers are all over the bed and floor. I ask her if she overheard me talking to her brother and she says no she specifically covered her ears. Since this is the first time she&apos;s ever seen me seek privacy on the phone, she had decided to give it to me.  I then ask was there something she was searching my pockets for.  she says nope just for her phone.  I go down on my knee, say &quot;Is this what you were looking for?&quot; as I pull out the ring.  Then without giving her a chance to respond, &quot; Will you marry me?&quot;.  She said yes!  We talk and I let her in on the events leading up to this day.  Tears came to my eyes when I told her how I had asked for pre-marital counseling the day before she told me she was pregnant.  I told her how I had been waiting weeks for this day, waiting for the ring to come.  I tell her how my hesitation to admit that things would have been going the direction of us moving in together  would have happened without the pregnancy(in a previous conversation about a week ago), was only because I thought it might hint at the upcoming proposal or my commitment level. We spend hours up talking and romancing, before finally puttering out at around midnight-thirty.  We talked about housing plans, wedding plans,sharing finances, and wedding dates among other things.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:51:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wedding</title>
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  <description>We have some time so we go to dinner at Sakura on San Jose blvd. It decides to pour while we are in the restaurant eating, but the power didn&apos;t go out until after our food was completely done. The rain dies down entirely as we drive out to Stockton park for the wedding, and as we pull up it&apos;s starting to rain lightly. We have a serious talk about birth defects and miscarriage, then finally get out of the car to approach the wedding.  She has brought a nice umbrella luckily.  Once we are at the location and a few people have arrived, the rain decides to return to pouring like a monsoon. We return to the car to find out if the wedding is still going to be here, or what.  The location has moved to the bride&apos;s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While at the wedding we spend most of the time glued to each other and not being very social.  She informs me this is her M.O. I let her know that it&apos;s mine also.  We had gotten one of the few chairs there, and plopped her down on my lap.  Finally the wedding commences, comes to a finish, and it&apos;s reception time.  Apparently the bride was a lady that has been a casual acquaintance/stranger in my life for years.  Starting with 1996 as one of my first trainers for my first job, and recently at my latest job she was there training at the place they sent us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to go get us both a sprite and when I return she&apos;s seated on the couch with Eva. They are discussing rose petals on a bed!  I panic just a little and ask who they are talking about.  she says the groom planned to have rose petals spread out on the bride&apos;s bed for their honeymoon.  I remark how that sounds nice.  No one here knows that I have the purple silk rose petals spread out on her bed and on her floor waiting at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not one to keep anything in my pants pockets if possible.  My wallet and any other items often come out if I have somewhere else nice to place them.  She had handed me additional things to carry when we got out of the car at the wedding: her personal phone, work phone, car key-fob.  So I had moved them and my cell phone into the nice leather jacket I&apos;m wearing to the wedding.  The proposal ring and box still a large lump in my pants pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit later, she searches my jacket for her phone while I&apos;ve stepped away.  She mentions that she went through my pockets and that I don&apos;t have anything interesting in my pocket.  If she only knew.  She&apos;s seated on the right side of me, where the ring box is actually poking her in the leg somewhat. I contemplate trying to get it from the one side of my pants to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually after a near asthma attack from the pet dander on the couch, she asks if I&apos;d like to get home.  While she gathers her sweater-thingy and whatever else it was she left under the other chair, I stop off to talk to Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it had been burning a hole in my pocket, I just had to show her the ring and tell her about the rose petals since she was the one talking about it that same night.  We finally take off after our goodbyes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:34:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Start of the weekend.</title>
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  <description>August 7th: I talk to her brother on my cell about the proposal while she&apos;s in my bedroom.  I hope she hasn&apos;t overheard anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 8th: I ask my boss for a half day for the proposal preparations.  We work out some things I need to get done before leaving.  I work my butt off and take off.  I drive out towards her house to plant the rose petals. and get there by around 12:30. Luckily she already responded she wouldn&apos;t be back out to the house before the wedding we are attending later tonight.  Everything is going just as planned. I get back in town by 2pm and relax on the computer.  She gets back to the house after lunches with her friend by 3pm and finds me home early.  We go out to shop for wedding presents.  when we get back she goes to wrap presents and I jump in the shower. Her plan was to jump in the shower, but I didn&apos;t realize how fast she would have them wrapped up.  I foiled her plan to jump in the shower already. I take a long time to pack for the weekend, get dressed for the wedding, and just organize a bit.  She organizes my room incredibly fast and well in like 5 minutes flat.  We take off for the wedding.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>timeline leading up to this weekend.</title>
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  <description>July 8th: ~ 6:50pm I ask my therapist about pre-marital counseling, I&apos;ve decided I want to marry Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9th: ~10:30pm I find out she&apos;s pregnant, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15th: I&apos;m mostly moved out of my house and the renter is moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21st: &lt;br /&gt;10:50pm: I ask my friends about ring/gemstone possibility for proposal saying I see a very nice large blue stone set on a thin band for her. I follow it and find out it&apos;s tanzanite.&lt;br /&gt;1pm: I ask sara about her ring/gemstone preference&lt;br /&gt;11am: Buddy replies that easiest and best bet would be a diamond solitare that can be accented with color stones afterwards with the wedding band.&lt;br /&gt;3pm Cab offers the possibility of proposing sans ring and saying I want to do the ring shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;4pm Samara responds back that I&apos;m correct in her preference away from diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;10:38pm Tavis suggests a proposal ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask my friends, her friends (Samara first,Sara, Jayson) about her ring/gemstone preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22nd: &lt;br /&gt;8:30am I post to my friends the idea of a Claddagh.&lt;br /&gt;12:30 Chris says Erika loves the Claddagh stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;4:45pm I get a message from Samara with lots more ring details. Garnet is not on the list, but the 2 times I asked her specifically about gems she has said my birthstone is Garnet if I heard and remembered right.&lt;br /&gt;9:54pm Stephanie writes me a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 23rd: I write a poem in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 24th: I order the garnet and diamond Claddagh that I will using to propose to my darling Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7th: I get out of work and ride out to her brother&apos;s house and leave the purple silk rose petals on the door of his mother-in-law suite.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last weekend</title>
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  <description>We went to see Mummy at the theater in Amelia Island.  There was a big black guy near the front row.  He laughed hard at many of the jokes and I found his excessive laughing funny also.  The theater is the old style of being flat with chairs you can easily see past.  She bought the tickets because there was a 4pm instead of the 4:30 we were expecting, and we were there at exactly 4pm.  She brought lots of fruit snacks, which helped me resist the urge to buy popcorn.  We played quite a good bit of City of Heroes over the weekend, which lead me to being very nervous when I woke up from my gaming trance.  I checked with her to see if I had been neglecting her.  She said, every time I came around you stopped and paid attention to me, I am quite happy.  We also picked up a mouse for the snake, and missed him bamming the mouse this time. I helped franny with the front door a few times. It&apos;s got a doorknob issue where it can be hard to open.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:43:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>From pre-school, to robot, to liquor</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m rubber you&apos;re glue&lt;br /&gt;not quite how I feel about us two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not entirely off&lt;br /&gt;but similar enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a mirror&lt;br /&gt;reflecting your love, bringing you nearer&lt;br /&gt;you seem like a sponge&lt;br /&gt;you soak up those rays and plunge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeper in love&lt;br /&gt;we fit like a glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands help the shoulders to shrug&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m lost in your eyes, or even your hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gender roles bend, at times they clash&lt;br /&gt;I.T. and me, a competitive smash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything, to others, appears so rash&lt;br /&gt;but poof we&apos;re beyond banal love, in a flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a brief instance we regain our heads&lt;br /&gt;distance allowing us to  keep our brains not in shreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you return&lt;br /&gt;I must help you learn&lt;br /&gt;in poetry I&apos;ll have my turn&lt;br /&gt;to keep your heart at full burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both sit and yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the coming time when the other&apos;s presence returns us to a childlike state&lt;br /&gt;building excitement while we can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words and phrases make mine seem trite&lt;br /&gt;you keep my hopes flying like a kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your words I&apos;ll not compete,&lt;br /&gt;my actions and gaze can match this feat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for years and years I&apos;ve run from a diagnosis of robot, not feeling at all human&lt;br /&gt;cold and calculating, logical and unemotional, what&apos;s this? I&apos;m a crewman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sinking ship in your ocean is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;your love transforms the ship into a submarine, breathing water doesn&apos;t seem wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mixed up inside, I can&apos;t even write at over 700 miles apart&lt;br /&gt;at least by Friday your voyage will restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then I&apos;ll think, write, dream, woo, and pine&lt;br /&gt;when you are here to intoxicate me again, like wine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:10:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so far behind on updates where do I begin!?!? I guess I should start with this weekend since it is fairly fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe it&apos;s not. We went to downtown Amelia Island wherein I was given her ring size.  I do not know what brought about her abrupt announcement of ring size, but there it was.  We had ice cream, walking, sitting, and talking, before returning home to have shrimps done about 5 different ways to choose from.  We played some City of Heroes, made cornish rock hens with mom, played warcraft with mom, and watched hellboy partially with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she shared some of her poetry with me, and it was stunning.  Not just the one about me either.  It&apos;s getting a little easier as the days go on to function and do things I used to remember to do regularly.  Still whenever we are together we become playful teenagers again and frolic.  We just lose time gazing at each other, occasionally speaking, or laying together.  Other times we watch dvds or play computer games.  Which leaves the cribbage and settlers of Catan times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, we went to a Japanese steak house by her place. The tastes were incredible, except the rice was slightly undercooked.  It did spoil the food reasonably and for some reason although we shared it with each other, we did not bring it to the chef or anyone else&apos;s attention.  After the chef had left and we had finished I got deadlocked gazing at her.  I want to say it was a solid 5-8 minutes or so.  She kept looking at me blushing, looking away, blushing more.  I have very serious attention issues, but I managed to be completely in a private world with her long enough the other 2 parties at the table left without my notice.  I felt like I could not see nor hear anything or anyone else.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 18:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weekend</title>
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  <description>Stephi got a snake on Wednesday and it feels really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fri&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;haircut, oil change, socks+antacids from walmart then off to Stephi&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;I sent her a text message on the way there at 5 ish. she didn&apos;t get it until around 5:40 when I was almost to her place.&lt;br /&gt; nice relaxing night together watching &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0199314/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;About Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for excitement,&lt;br /&gt;then played the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/MayFair-Games-4102480-Settlers-Catan/dp/B000W7JWUA/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1214848786&amp;amp;sr=8-1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Settlers of Catan&lt;/a&gt;.  She won a game by a huge margin, then I did the same in return.  It was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a tie breaker for Sunday but didn&apos;t get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephi laughed really hard at &lt;i&gt;About Adam&lt;/i&gt;. I was quite happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cat slept on her head, clawed her during the night, and left me alone entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we wound took her sister-in-law Sara to the commissary around 11:45am which was late. We had gotten tied up playing City of Heroes all morning.  She learned very fast and had good timing on choosing her powers.  She uses a trackball and sets her keys up funny.  It drives me a little crazy! So when we got home to my place for the night we played City of Heroes more and played until around 10pm.  At which time we retired to the bed to watch some Sarah Silverman.  We didn&apos;t make it all the way through it and I skipped the parts I particularly thought weren&apos;t funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some of the morning playing City of Heroes, then my mom came to go out and visit my brother.  We were out about 2 hours doing that, and when we returned mom wanted to discuss all the drama in my brother&apos;s life.  I had no interest in it and it was starting to frustrate me that I could not find the words to make her understand I had no interest.  Stephi stepped in and helped try to get the point across.  Eventually, I stepped back in and I think the message got there.  Then mom left.  At this point it wasn&apos;t quite movie time.  I had planned to take her out to see a new movie (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0493464/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; Wanted&lt;/a&gt;) I knew she really wanted to see that came out on Friday.  It wasn&apos;t quite time, and it was fixing to storm bad. I thought about on the way home with mom... hey I bet she&apos;d appreciate a bike ride out down hecksher.  With the storm coming, I expected to call it off, but I offered and she accepted.  We went out full well knowing it was fixing to pour, and Stephi trusted me.  We were out for probably around 1 hour and stopped near the old &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aol.com&quot;&gt;AOL&lt;/a&gt; building for some heavy kissing.  Then we were off to race back home and embrace the excitement the motorcycle ride brought on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got back to playing a some more City of heroes.  We had lots of fun there. I still can&apos;t believe we played for nearly 2 days and Stephi was still going and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a serious but short discussion on the couch and some wow we&apos;re both incredibly happy together talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel excited about talking to and/or seeing her constantly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:06:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am not a super nerd</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:02:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>email to stephi</title>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;.. had just stepped from the shower  and was looking into the mirror.&quot;  I began to criticize my body.  Brandon was sitting on the bed, admiring his new wife. As I would comment on an area I thought needed improving.  Brandon began to panic.  He was afraid I would continue to point out my shortcomings, then get depressed, and sex would be out of the question!  I went on for a few minutes until he could stand it no longer.  He was angry that I would put down his choice of a wife.  I was not only tearing myself down but undermining Brandon&apos;s taste. But instead of saying something in anger, he prayed, &quot;God, I could do a better job than that mirror!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and told me to look straight into his eyes. He very seriously and very lovingly said, &quot;I will be your mirror. My eyes will reflect your beauty.  You are beautiful Stephanie.  You are perfect, and if you ever doubt it, come stand before me.  The mirror of my eyes will tell you the true story.  You are perfect for me.  If I have to throw away every mirror in the house to get you to blieve me, I will! From now on let me be your mirror!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Men are like Waffles, Women are like Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;Names have been changed to encourage the not-so-innocent.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 21:52:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>stephi has knockers. I accidentally hit one with my elbow at lunch today together. so she says watch your elbows sweety. I said why? (being cute to say I liked bumping into them) and she says without missing a single beat &quot;so that you can see them not just feel them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL yall</description>
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