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When I'm seriously stressed I take the 3 year old and put on some silly music and dance. Or we fingerpaint... or do something else totally silly... there is nothing like bringing out the inner child to take a bite out of stress. Dancing with the dogs works too... so does playing the wii naked at 3 am. Don't ask.

passes over the paper bag for hyperventalating Mike, and a pillow, so he don't bang his head too much. you will be fine. keep telling yourself that. just repeat it over and over, post it on your mirror if necessary and make mike say it too. everything will be fine. repeat it, believe it. live it. there is nothing you can do about most of the messes a kid will get you into but smile and clean it up. twins... double that. this too shall pass. they grow up quickly and by the time they are learning to ride a bike you are wondering when they stopped wearing diapers. then they are off to school and having sleepovers and leaving you for overnighters and asking for the car keys. cherish every moment. take lots of pictures. make lots of memories. start now. make a baby book starting with "this is how we looked when we found out about you" "this is what your room looked like before it was a nursery" kids want to know the strangest things when they are six, eight, twelve... journal some of those feelings in "letters to baby", one day your little one will cherish them when they are thinking about becoming a parent. and most of all... enjoy this time together with mike. take a vacation (some people call this the babycation) sometime in may or june even if it's just a weekend getaway. and breathe. just breathe. whatever happens at this point will happen -- the bun's already in the oven and the milk's spilt.

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twins twins twins twins (triplets!) snickers. so how does a virtual baby shower sound? totally gay? amazon here we come! you know they have a wish list and lots of baby stuff, right? and it totally helps GA if we order through the GA gateway, double win. anyway, congrats daddy.

I'm in the basket of if you don't put it out there they can't really hold it against you... then again if you put it all out there and basically say, "so what?!?" they can't really hold that against you either. I opted out of the address/phone number deal within a few days of it coming out, and I don't put anything I don't want people to see on my FB page. If someone wants to go through the trouble of tracking my movements through the net... good luck and have fun.

Q Prepare for September, but be ready in July. That's the going rule of thumb in our family. And congrats, majorly congrats.

snickers I'm going to be an UNCLE! oh yeah it's true. anyway, it's gonna happen. gonna gonna gonna. triplets sound fun. if that happens start buying diapers now.

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What happens when a school boy and a young lord spend a little too much time together?

Dawn of a New Day… The sun filtered down through the forest canopy dappling the bodies of the young lovers. At some point in the night, Bra-Neche had removed his wet clothing and found warmth in Tine’s presence. Tine snuggled as close as possible to Bra-Neche who eventually awoke, warm and content. They lay together, both awake, neither wanting this moment to end. Finally Bra-Neche spoke, “What do you know of the Imperials?” “Imperials claim to have descended from the old gods.

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In the Templar Hall, only the Keeper of Souls knew the origin of each boy. These records were kept secret until such a time that the Templars needed to know. This allowed no favoritism to develop between Templars and boys of certain provinces, and allowed each boy to rise above his lowly origins with no related stigma. When a boy chose to serve as a Templar, the Keeper of Souls placed that boy’s records in the Templar Archives where they remained until one of three things happened: the Templ

A school boy and a Dragon Lord spend a little too much quality time together and this is the result.

What do a faery godmother and two androids have in common? Evil Stepmothers of course. I hope you enjoy this re-telling of Cinderella.

"Up! Everyone up!" the cry went through the dormitory. Tine stirred, slipping from a most pleasant dream as consciousness returned with the movement of other bodies around him. Once he was more or less awake, he attempted to sit up, but something was wrong. When he drew a breath, he gasped in pain and lay back on his mattress. His best friend, Aiden, turned to him, his eyes widened in shock, "Tine, what's wrong?" "Wrong?" he rasped out, his voice sounding odd. Tine closed his eyes an

After alternative musician, Graves Emmuel arrives on Vega-5 for a much needed vacation, he discovers the universally popular party planet doesn't always live up to its slogan-- what happens on Vega-5 stays on Vega-5.

a poem

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Alternative recording artist, Graves Emmuel, was hiding. Sick and tired of people making more demands on him than he was willing to give -- like multiple live concerts in nearly fifty solar systems in less than four standards -- Graves decided it was time for a break. He was tired and wanted to be somewhere no one would recognize him. So after his last concert, he cut his normally black hair into a pop-popular spiky row of quills, bleached it, then dyed it the brightest blue he could tolerate. A

Living in the Shadows No place left to go Alone Unknown Putting on a show Flying on wingless dreams Dancing in the sun Breathing deep water Always on the run Living in the Shadows No place left to think Segragated Subjugated Teetering on the brink Condemned to the fringe Straddling the line Nothing wrong here Everything's just fine Living in the Shadows No place left to run Marginalized Institutionalized Hidden from the sun Aphonic screams echoing In a land of light Heard by no one, nothing Lo

The Key to one's future is often found on the Road Not Taken by one's ancestors.