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December 9th,
2011 3:07 pm
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Holiday Wish List
Baby stuff, since God knows we still need it. Anything sports related. A liger.
Likes
Baseball, food, naked men
Dislikes
Things that are too girly, strong perfume, nail polish
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July 25th,
2011 9:16 pm
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You don't have to understand. You just have to have faith.
Faith in what?
Destiny
( long ass survey )
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March 2nd,
2010 9:38 am
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I didn't expect this. God knows Owen didn't either. When I got the results of the pregnancy test (or the 10 pregnancy tests), I thought my life was going to be over. No, I wasn't a knocked up teenager that was going to be disowned or anything, but I wasn't at the point in my life where I was ready for a child. Owen and I were enjoying our relationship, the highs and lows, and we weren't ready to change it. I had just started at the Post, my dream job, and we had settled into our apartment. We weren't ready for a baby. However, the pregnancy progressed quickly and our fears were still there, but they were soon joined with excitement and eagerness to meet the baby.
And now he's here. Being a mother is exhausting. Everything about it is tiring. The moment I put Riley down, he's up again, screaming his little lungs out again. And I get frustrated. And I yell at Owen and I pull my hair out, but when I look at Riley, I'm just amazed. He's so tiny. And yet everyday, he's getting bigger. Laurel was right about loving your child so much that it's ridiculous. No matter what he does, no matter how much he accidentally pees on me or shits through his diapers, I will never stop loving this little chubby monster.
I know this is all unexpected from me. I'm not a sappy person. But I guess a change is not really a bad thing sometimes.
Now who wants to babysit?
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January 27th,
2010 4:29 pm
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God, being a mother is tiring..
But kind of amazing.
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January 11th,
2010 7:00 pm
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Who: Danny and Owen
What: The baby comes early!
When: Forward dated to early Wednesday morning
Where: Starting at Danny and Owen's and eventually at the hospital
( She was not ready for this. )
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December 23rd,
2009 5:47 pm
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A month from tomorrow til the little beast is born. Scary as fuck. But it's awesome at the same time.
I have shitloads to say but...shitloads to do since tomorrow is Christmas Eve so everyone have a great holiday.
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November 25th,
2009 11:40 am
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[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<lext=text>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] <lext=text to abbie sent yesterday>
happy birthday, kiddo |
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November 5th,
2009 9:20 am
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Hellll yes. I'm so glad I got to write up an article about the game, even though I didn't actually get to be there. It's online here if anyone wants to check it out. If only I could really celebrate.
(ooc: obviously, I didn't write that article, but for purposes of this game, we're going to pretend that it was written by Danny)
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October 13th,
2009 10:04 am
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lunch today? happy birthday!
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October 1st,
2009 9:55 am
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I swear, I get bigger everyday. And more and more people stop to try and rub my damn belly everyday. It's not a crystal ball, people, so stop rubbing it! Unless I let you. But even then, don't abuse it, please. You wouldn't want someone coming up and rubbing your fatass stomach, now would you? Didn't think so. Anyway, being knocked up working for Sports section of The Post isn't really the easiest thing in the world. I got enough shit for being a woman, but now the guys all think it's funny to constantly point out the fact that I'm knocked up. And anytime I get pissed about something? They blame it on the hormones and say some bullshit about me just being cranky. Oh, shut up, fuckers.
The Nationals suck, by the way, but I'm not going into detail about that because I'll go into an early labor.
Anyway, I've gotta go start buying baby shit. Good times.
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August 28th,
2009 12:13 pm
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Yes, it's true. I'm knocked up. Here's where you get to tell me all about how this child will be a beast and how everyone hopes it'll take after Owen. Don't worry, I agree. I'd love nothing more than to pop out a clone of my boyfriend. Accent and all.
Anyway, we're heading to Ireland soon for a weekend to tell his parents. I'm not scared to tell them like I was to tell my parents. They handled it well though. His family is going to cream their pants in excitement. I just know it.
In other words, Hurricane Danny is coming. Is anyone surprised by that?
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June 15th,
2009 7:16 pm
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Who: Danny and Laurel
What: Danny spreads the news to her first victim (you know, other than Hannah, Jared and Owen): Laurel
Where: Laurel's apartment
When: Monday evening
( Read more... )
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June 4th,
2009 7:59 pm
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( Private )
Wow. What a fucking bitch you are, life.
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