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  <title>and they'll dress you up for the flight</title>
  <subtitle>like Ophelia, you wave goodnight</subtitle>
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    <name>Fred Osborn</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:13373</id>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2009-03-26T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T02:35:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T02:35:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy birthday, Harry.  Emily has drawn you a portrait on top of the breakfast in bed this morning.  Elizabeth and Bernard are looking after her tonight though so we can celebrate the night for adults only after a dinner out.  I was 99.9% sure you wouldn't mind.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:13280</id>
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    <title>November - turkey/pumpkin</title>
    <published>2008-10-27T00:29:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-27T00:29:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The end of the year was coming up fast, but there were a few major bumps and events along the way.  First, November and Thanksgiving and with that was the anniversary of Norman Osborn's death.  I was already doing planning and making sure that it would go easily.  It was the first big holiday that Emily would be exposed to, and of course, Thanksgiving and all the food that went along with it might possibly be a favorite of mine.  A tradition I had with my parents was carving the pumpkins for outside and even if we weren't setting them out at the front door, Emily sure did have a blast playing with the pumpkin's insides while Harry and I carved in the face.  But the pumpkin guts?  That was where the fun was at, according to the seven month old in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Thanksgiving, that was still a month away, but I was trying to go ahead and get a head start on the menu.  It was a lot to prepare, after all.  And I wanted it to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Halloween was just a few days away and we were still trying to decide what costume the baby should wear.  Looking through the choices was hard considering the options were so adorable.  You had your usual baby pumpkins, animals, princess and superhero outfits and all of those, but there were a couple that just made me laugh.  Tootsie Roll baby, Marshmellow Peep baby, Pig in a Blanket baby, and then, well, of course the Billion Dollar baby.  There were a lot of other cute choices though and we still had a few days to decide for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd already put the baby to bed for the night a couple hours earlier, but after I was finished in the lab, I made my way back up to the nursery to check on a few things.  When I arrived, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of my &lt;i&gt;seven month old&lt;/i&gt; trying to crawl her way out of her crib.  Except that was the thing.  She didn't look like my infant daughter anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, help!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was stand in shock and just stare as the little girl in front of me succeeded in climbing over the top of the side of the crib and hopped down to the floor.  This couldn't possibly be my baby girl.  She was.. well, not a baby anymore.  I walked over to the crib just to make sure and sure enough it was now empty.  I'd seen babies turn into adults but in both cases there was a hell dimension involved or the "baby" was actually a demon trying to take over the world.  My daughter wasn't a demon and if there were portals involved, I was going to rip everything a part until I figured out why and how.  But she seemed... perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy?  Can I have something to drink?  I'm thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to say or do, so when she tugged on my hand I just nodded.  We'd go get that glass of water, but I was pretty sure we'd be having to make a pit stop on the way to go see Daddy.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:12975</id>
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    <title>September - If everything's under control, you're going too slow. - Mario Andretti</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T20:38:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T20:38:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life has never been better as far as Fred is concerned.  She has the amazing husband, a beautiful daughter, a booming business that is about to embark on something no one has ever seen before in this time or any other.  The enhancers have been a long time coming, but finally life has slowed down enough that they're able to really focus on the project again.  Caring for a newborn baby is never slow or easy, but it seems that the little one as well as her parents have gotten into a well-developed routine and life is a little less hectic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred is sitting in the baby's room feeding her a bottle and watching those sleepy eyelids get heavier and heavier.  She'll be six months old in just over a week.  It's a little unbelievable how fast time goes and Fred's in awe of just how fast Emily is growing up.  That's what all new parents say, right?  She doesn't want to stop her, though.  To hear those first words start blabbing out of her daughter's mouth.  She wonders what it'll be.  Mama or Dada.  Fred secretly hopes it's Mama.  Watching that first step towards Daddy with her stubby little legs.  It'll be heartbreaking but thrilling at the same time to watch her head off to kindergarten for her first day of school.  Fred can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's content now, though, to watch her baby girl fall asleep in her arms.  Daddy is in his study giving his girls some alone time.  The baby isn't drinking from her bottle anymore, but she still makes a movement or a baby noise every so often.  The small television is on low in the background and the image of Spider-man flying across the screen catches Fred's attention.  She remembers what life was like just a short year and a half or so ago.  No babies and no quiet moments like these.  Spider-man is still being displayed as the hero, and her eyes narrow at the screen at the new announcement.  Spider-man will be getting a key to the city.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is gently placed in her crib and the tv is turned off.  Fred says a soft goodnight to the sleeping baby girl and exits the nursery.  On her way downstairs, she passes by Harry's office and glances in curiously, keeping out of sight.  He's deep into some document on his desk so she moves on to downstairs and to the one place that used to be a place where she spent so much time working on things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret lab door opens and Fred looks around the place.  It had been a while since she paid the room a visit.  It had been even longer since she dosed herself up with the drugs they're about to introduce to the world.  She remembers the plans they had before their world got turned upside down in the best possible way.  Life may be hectic now, but it was then as well.  It's a different kind of busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few keystrokes and the room lights up.  The gliders are displayed on their stands and are ready to use.  Fred smiles slightly at the memories of flying through the air so easily on hers and all over the city with Harry.  The image of Spider-man again from the television causes her to tense and she looks around more closely this time.  She never helped Harry finish what he sought out to do.  Spider-man nearly destroyed Harry and in some ways, he did.  He destroyed his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred lightly slid her hand across one of the gliders.  Spider-man couldn't be trusted with her family.  He was getting a key to the city.  Too bad, Spider-man because New York was their city, hers and Harry's, and Spidey couldn't have it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:12689</id>
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    <title>July - Who were you in a former life?</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T01:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T01:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In a former life I was a lost little girl who sometimes didn't know up from down.  Whether it was drawing all over a hotel room's walls or random mutterngs to myself because I was the only one there to listen, I look back on that girl that I used to be and wonder how things changed so quickly.  I was there for five years and it hasn't even been that long since I've been back.  Usually I thought it worked in reverse.  How it was easy to get lost but finding your way back was always the hardest.  Somehow I managed to get more comfortable faster than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have friends to thank for that.  I think about what if I'd gone back to Texas with my parents that day.  A part of me wanted to.  I wanted to go back and let my mom make chocolate chip pancakes and let Daddy kiss me goodnight and say everything was going to be alright from then on.  Sometimes I wonder if I had gone back if I'd still be letting Mama make those pancakes and my dad would still be kissing me goodnight.  It's weird to think about but somehow it almost seems like a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in LA for the next year or two forced me to fend for myself.  Sure, I'd been doing that for five years but this was different.  I was doing for myself but it was in a completely different world.  I grew up during those two years.  I think that's what it boils down to really.  Growing up.  I'm not that lost little girl anymore.  Oh, sometimes I have vivid reminders of her, but they're just memories no matter how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the one taking care of the little girl who needs me.  Maybe I'm not making pancakes, but I'll make them when she's old enough.  Now I've grown up just a little bit more.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:12398</id>
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    <title>happy father's day</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T23:52:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T23:53:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Harry had made Fred's first Mother's Day memorable and Fred had no intention of doing any less for the new daddy.  Downstairs there's the smell of breakfast cooking with a little baby girl dressed in an "I love my daddy" outfit.  When Harry wakes up there are already &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod50540049&amp;amp;parentId=cat13230763&amp;amp;masterId=cat14850746&amp;amp;index=4&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000470cat000526cat14560760cat14850746cat13230763"&gt;five&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod55400084&amp;amp;parentId=cat14890750&amp;amp;masterId=cat14560760&amp;amp;index=2&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000470cat000526cat14560760cat14890750"&gt;wrapped&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod55400081&amp;amp;parentId=cat14890750&amp;amp;masterId=cat14560760&amp;amp;index=7&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000470cat000526cat14560760cat14890750"&gt;tie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod63480034&amp;amp;parentId=cat14850749&amp;amp;masterId=cat14560760&amp;amp;index=9&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000470cat000526cat14560760cat14850749"&gt;boxes&lt;/a&gt; by the bed for him to open with a note that reads, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Every father needs a few extra ties.  Was going to be four, but a little peanut insisted on the red one.  Don't even think about getting out of bed yet.  Breakfast will be served in bed soon.  Love, Emily and Winifred.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached to one of the boxes there is a handmade card with hand and feet prints in bright pink paint pressed into the paper with a simple "I love my Daddy" written above them.  After breakfast, Fred has made plans for a day at the park and then a dinner of all Harry's favorites afterwards.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:12074</id>
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    <title>June - thank you note</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T02:51:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T02:51:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Harry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll probably tell me to hush and if anyone needs thanking it's me, but I'd say the right thing back to you about yourself.  The truth is, I have you to thank for where I am right now.  Before I came to New York, I really didn't have one clue where I'd go from there.  Things got so crazy in Los Angeles and it seemed pretty hopeless for the longest time.  Maybe there's always some kind of hope in any situation, but I just wasn't seeing it there.  I needed to get out and maybe try to find it somewhere else besides there.  And you gave that to me by just the mere offer of job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I probably would have left and come here if you hadn't made the job as big as it actually was.  You basically put me in charge of research and the enhancer project based on one little resume and file you had gotten on me.  There were holes and secrets in the file, but you didn't care.  I'd been living in a hotel doing nothing related to the project you were hiring me for and you still took that chance and offered me the job.  I know you say there were other reasons for hiring me, but you also say I was the best one suited for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to New York, I never expected in a million years to be where I am now.  I honestly didn't expect to enjoy the job as much as I did when I first arrived and part of that was you making me feel so comfortable here.  I didn't expect to see someone more than a boss or a friend in you.  I didn't expect to fall in love.  I didn't expect to be married within a year and definitely didn't expect to have given birth to a child within two.  I wasn't expecting you, but I'm thankful I got you.  Cause I'm kind fond of you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking a chance on me, Harry Michael Osborn.  You and Emily are the most precious things in my life now.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fred</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:12025</id>
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    <title>May - Fairytale</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T19:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T19:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I came to New York on a whim.  Sure, I'd heard of OsCorp industries and I'd sent out my application all over.  But the decision to come to New York was made a lot quicker than any other decision I ever would have made about anything else.  At first I wondered if I'd made the right choice.  Like, on the plane ride over I wondered if I should have given Los Angeles and the things there a little more time.  Crazy things had gone down and I didn't really see how any of us were still left standing after that.  Maybe that's why I knew I needed to leave fast and I didn't hesitate to take the job for Harry Osborn.  Because I didn't want to wake up and everything really be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I arrived, my life has been so much different in the best possible way.  From landing an amazing job at such a prestigious company like OsCorp, to dating and then marrying its CEO.  My life became like this fairytale and I think I've been pinching myself ever since to make sure I'm not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we had some rough bumps along the way maybe but every princess has her pea, right?  It doesn't compare to the other things that have happened here with us.  Harry and I just had a baby.  She's beautiful and I couldn't imagine my life any other way than the way it is right now.  It makes the rest that came before all worth it because I wouldn't be here without it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nopaperdoll:11634</id>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2008-05-04T04:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-04T08:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-04T08:53:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have 50 dollars in your pocket - what do you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't generally carry much cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to enjoy my guilty pleasures in many months.  But I don't usually feel that guilty about them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last movie you saw, for pleasure, and would you recommend it?&lt;br /&gt;Some Lifetime movie I caught the end up on tv while I was feeding Emily and no I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Superman or Batman?&lt;br /&gt;They both look pretty silly in their costumes, personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could have any one talent in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Mind control.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Smack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty great right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could have chosen at birth whether to be a boy or a girl, which would you be?&lt;br /&gt;I like being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which of the seven deadly sins do you think you relate to the most and why?&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Thunderstorms - cool or scary?&lt;br /&gt;I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Clinton or Obama?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really discuss politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be a really good person or a really interesting person?&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe in some form of life after death?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which fictional character could you most see yourself enjoying some quality time with?&lt;br /&gt;Carlisle Cullen.  He was the best out of the entire crew.  Yes, I've read them.  And what?  I have a bias towards vampires with hero complexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who would you like to see guest star on your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see Bruce gueststar on Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you really want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Something shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What type of friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Ones that are like family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one thing that you are really bad at?&lt;br /&gt;Singing.  This is why Harry sings to the baby.</content>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2008-04-30T02:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T06:44:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T06:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Baby's two week check-up was today.  Everything's okay and normal.  &lt;strike&gt;No, my being on the enhancers during the beginning of my pregnancy didn't cause any harm.&lt;/strike&gt;  Month check-up in a couple more weeks and the doctor said she would be getting shots.  Harry's staying in the room while I go to the lobby and pretend I don't hear my daughter screaming and wondering why I let the man hurt her.  Yes, whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, speakng of two weeks, &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; am I still in maternity clothes.</content>
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    <title>April - If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T16:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T19:05:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;April 16, 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starting to wonder if the thing inside of her is ever going to make her grand appearance.  For as much of a Burkle this child may be, she is still an Osborn and Osborns need to make their appearances memorable, after all.  They do things on their own time and it seems the newest Osborn is no different.  A couple times, Fred thinks she was just teasing her parents.  She'd make both of them believe she was coming this time, but, no, not really.  Just making sure they're ready, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about it, Mama, I'll come when I'm good and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is up in his office somewhere while Fred waddles her way down to the kitchen.  She'd ask Elizabeth or Harry himself to fetch something for her, but she'd probably change her mind again once they were halfway up the stairs to the room.  So, she's rummaging through the kitchen trying to find something that suits her.  Lately, it's been those hot and spicy Doritos.  The doctor did say to try out spicy foods, after all.  Fred figures Doritos are as good as anything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's munching on an open bag while looking through the fridge when the baby decides to make herself known.  Wincing a little, Fred holds her hand against the counter and concentrates on breathing.  One, two, three, four.  Count and breathe.  The pain passes after a few long seconds and so she decides it's safe to continue searching for food.  Small contractions had been going in and out all day but the doctor said those were completely normal.  This one was just a little on the stronger side.  Several minutes later, when she's making her way into the parlor, another hits.  Leaning forward on a table, Fred closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on counting again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you paying attention &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, Mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sets down the chips and glass of water and manages to make her way up to their room to grab the bag that had been packed weeks ago.  Fred put the bag together initially, but she's positive Harry added a few things here and there over the last couple of weeks.  Bag in hand, she appears in the doorway to her husband's office and gives him a raised brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, you should tell Daddy he needs to hurry up 'cause I don't have all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's six or seven hours, ten centimeters, and eight insults or death threats later at the hospital and a room which was filled with yells is now full of quiet awe.  She's exhausted, as is Harry, but they're both more alert now than they've ever been.  Emily seems properly worn out as well.  Her screams are long gone, she's been cleaned up and the doctor walks over to the bed with a tiny baby in his arms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like you both to meet someone," he says with a smile.  As if this is the first time he's ever done this.  The first time he's ever introduced parents to their newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single tear falls from her eye as the baby girl is gently placed in Fred's arms.  "Hi," she says quietly and then beams up at Harry who's watching his daughter so closely.  Fred leans in to place a soft kiss on the baby's pink forehead and sighs contently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, Mama.  Now what?</content>
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    <title>you are the moon</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T03:47:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T04:29:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're always collecting property, so I took a gamble in hoping you didn't already have several acres &lt;a href="http://www.lunarlandowner.com/deluxe_gift_package_details.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Harry.  You're amazing for putting up with my crazy self these past several months.  I love you.</content>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2008-03-06T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T04:20:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T04:39:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How this works: Pick a band/musician and answer the questions with song titles by the band/musician you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band/Musician: Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide Open Spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Hold On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Days You Gotta Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice Inside My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Earl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Take Me Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take Care Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Of The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let 'Er Rip</content>
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    <title>well there ya go</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T19:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T19:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="380" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" style="border:3px solid black;" align="center"&gt;

&lt;tr height="80"&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#dd0000" style="font-size:21pt; color:black; font-weight:bold; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;The Sexlife Motto of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr height="170"&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" style="font-size:21pt; color:black; font-family:serif;"&gt;" I am a sex GOD "&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

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&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center" style="color:white; font-family:sans-serif; font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz_82.html" style="color:white; font-family:sans-serif; font-size:10pt;"&gt;'What is your Sexlife Motto?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color:white; font-family:sans-serif; font-size:10pt;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2008-03-01T19:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T00:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T00:53:10Z</updated>
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&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- December 5 -&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun to be with and have a good sense of humor.  You are very ambitious and hate it when people try to bring you down.  You are logical, social and loyal.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="96" rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/birthdaycake.jpg" border="0" alt="QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 6px;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div style="color: green;"&gt;Positive Traits:&lt;/div&gt;cooperative, versatile, curious, clever, analytical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 6px;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Negative Traits:&lt;/div&gt;flippancy, sarcastic, restless, irresponsibility, passive-aggressive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-top: 2px dotted grey; padding: 6px; text-align: center; font-size: 10pt;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_222.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;'What does your Birthdate mean?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: blue;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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    <title>March - violin</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T23:07:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T23:13:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are tons of books out there that talk about how babies in the womb can hear what's going on outside and around them.  Some people think it's ridiculous, but there are enough people who say that they can, so I've decided to take that into consideration.  Hopefully, she won't recognize my voice as only harsh, loud, and always yelling since I've done quite a lot of that during this pregnancy.  You know, I always said I wanted a lot of kids but that was before I was ever actually pregnant.  I don't mind the whole process exactly, but dear god it's not safe for people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I've been trying to keep my voice not so scary and even have done the music thing for a while.  There are those studies that say kids who listen to classical music will turn out smarter than others, so I've played Chopin to Tchaikovsky to Mozart while I'm working or laying around the house.  I don't entirely believe the whole classical music deal because hi, this kid's parents are already both pretty damn smart in the first place but it couldn't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry sings to her sometimes.  Or I'll be waking up from a nap and find him talking to the big lump that is my stomach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a pair of headphones by the bed that I use and I have another pair at the office.  I'm not always in the mood to listen to music or may be doing something that music is a distraction, so that's where the headphones come in.  They're made for someone with an extra large head of course, but they stretch out fit right on my stomach quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it's not Chopin or Mozart that she gets to hear when I use the headphones.  Oh no.  This child is going to come out playing a banjo because as much as she kicks during Goodbye Earl sometimes, it stays on repeat for hours.</content>
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    <title>February - letter</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T02:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T02:21:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really strange how long it's been since we've talked.  I've been in New York for over a year now and all that's happened is a little harder to grasp.  Kind of like living a year in Los Angeles I guess, huh?  I moved across the country, took on a job that I love but was a little surprised to actually get, got married to a billionaire, and now I'm just a few months more away from having a baby.  Life is crazy and insane and kinda funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left LA, I know things were as bad as they could get.  People were missing, in comas, and dropping like flies and I guess a part of me feels a little guilty for leaving like I did.  I'll never think it was the wrong decision, but basically you were left in that hotel with nothing but your brooding thoughts to keep you company for a while.  I do miss seeing you and everyone.  Cordy was here for a while and it felt nice to have a little reminder of Los Angeles.  I never thought I'd call anywhere but the Hyperion home, and it took me a few good months for that status to change to a place like New York, but you'll always be a part of my family.  And, of course, no matter what happens, you'll always by my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say you could come and visit, but I know you have things going on back in LA or where ever that keep you from getting away.  Hey, I'd love to come back and spend a couple weeks at the hotel, but that's gonna be a little hard right now.  Timing just isn't right for anyone, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there hasn't been a big flashing point to this letter but I guess I just wanted to say that I do miss you.  No matter how much I love where I am and what I do here, I'll always miss helping you catch the demon of the week.  Or, hey, saving the world wasn't so bad either every now and then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fred</content>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2008-02-02T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T03:01:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T03:01:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese?&lt;br /&gt;GET IT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;No, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The second amendment is there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/evzx6h"&gt;She's Everything&lt;/a&gt; by Brad Paisley.  If I wasn't already pregnant, I'd have his country music babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Tasty.  But make sure there's some onions, slaw and chilli on it or I won't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;The First Noel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Water, lately.  Coffee normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you don't want to see me doing those.  But, yes, I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; do push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite body part (on yourself)?&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Right now?  Actually, we'll go with breasts since they're slightly larger than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;My wedding and engagement rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you put butter on your Movie popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't want to know how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing really I truly hate about myself.  There are plenty of things I dislike, though.  Sometimes I'm a little too curious for my own good.  Then again, it's also been a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name:&lt;br /&gt;Ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment...&lt;br /&gt;a. Left-over thoughts about a project at work.&lt;br /&gt;b. Still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;c. Is something buzzing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered lunch from this Chinese place not far from the office, but I think that's it on my frivilous spending for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 things you drink on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;a. Water&lt;br /&gt;b. Juice&lt;br /&gt;c. Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other time and that list would include wine and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything wrong, but the baby will always be a semi-worry until she's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;Besides certain foods.  Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;It changes with my mood.  I love being in the lab or out on the penthouse balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;There was a party, but it was with sparkling grape juice and a kiss at midnight from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;I hear Greece is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this?&lt;br /&gt;Probably no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;It's blue? And maternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  Well, Harry loves the country, obviously.  There are others, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl's name?&lt;br /&gt;Emily Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;Never decided.  Michael and David were some favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.  I don't think I even have pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Something in the book I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br /&gt;My favorites were actually cowboys and indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;I used to work for a vampire who fought the forces of darkness.  Who knows if it's actually considered an "injury" but there was that one time when I had a moisture-sucking slug bitch slither itself into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Cordy.  :) But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How many dogs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Bernard keeps making eyes at me when he thinks I'm not looking.  Better watch that, mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.&lt;br /&gt;... This one disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, The Places You'll Go! by Dr. Suess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Snickers.  Though, most anything with the chocolate and nuts combination is still just fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite Sports Team?&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"</content>
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    <title>February - Eileen Mayhew quote</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T05:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T05:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  So, that whole thing about me thinking my mood swings were a little more under control?  Was a load of crap.  Maybe I'm not breaking as many priceless valuables around the penthouse anymore, but frankly I'd take that over what I'm going through now.  Fine, Harry might disagree, but whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really was a crier.  Maybe smething would catch me off guard and it would get the better of me emotionally, but for a female I'd say I'm pretty tough as we come.  To a degree anyway.  It's not like emotionless.  Hah.  Emotionless.  Just saying that word and my name in the same sentence lately would be a laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and I went to the doctor together a week or more ago for an ultrasound.  It's not like I don't know what a baby looks like as it's growing inside the womb.  It's not the first ultrasound I've seen or had and I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; they're not baby-formed, okay.  Well, when we were looking at the sonogram, I just let it loose.  Both the doctor and Harry had no idea what was going on because I just started bawling.  Tears streaming down my face and I couldn't get them to stop.  Harry took my hand and tried to get me to tell him what was wrong.  The doctor just looked a little disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby looked like an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding.  She looked so much like an elephant that we might as well start calling her Dumbo Osborn.  I couldn't help it, you know?  Who wants their child to come out looking like an elephant?  My luck, she'd be all hairy and we could call her Snuffleupagus instead.  Not that I could tell just from the picture on the monitor if she was hairy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my sobs and tears, I finally got out to Harry why I was so upset.  Our baby looked like an &lt;i&gt;elephant&lt;/i&gt;.  She had these huge ears come out the sides of her head and ugh, I don't know.  I just saw those and lost it completely.  Harry asked why I thought our baby looked like an elephant and I pointed the gigantic ears out to him.  Apparently, he thought she looked completely normal for a fetus because he had no idea where I was getting this whole elephant theory from at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crying stopped.  One... two... three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he realized his mistake in &lt;i&gt;laughing&lt;/i&gt; (it wasn't a terrible laugh, but he laughed), he shook his head and pointed to the monitor.  I'd been looking at the picture wrong.  The ears were her legs and the cord came out looking like a snout from how she was positioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some freaking scientist I am.</content>
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    <title>hi</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T03:56:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T07:18:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1 question...&lt;br /&gt;1 chance...&lt;br /&gt;1 honest answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;ooc: well, not really screened since that whole not being able to respond to screened comments irks me, but let's pretend they are all screened, mmkay?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. What was the highlight of your day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in my room from Harry when I got home from work.  Flowers which I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; throw in his face due to an outburst of hormones and have no plans to do so.  Hopefully.  They've been more under control lately, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topspeed.com/cars/ferrari/2008-ferrari-f430-scuderia-ar39915/picture186570-0.html"&gt;My birthday present.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When is the next time you are going to kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Probably when Harry gets upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black is slimming.  Not that it does much to hide the great big buldge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I think it was some Lifetime movie that I cried my eyes out at because, well, it's better than yelling at the tv watching Family Feud because people are STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water.  It's hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Macaroni and cheese.  Yes, the Kraft kind.  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;My room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;"More mac and cheese?  Pretty please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;In my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last museum you went to?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember.  I haven't been to any in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;Aside from those who stay here regularly, someone from the office I think.  Harry talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.  Who wants to get into all that?  I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who/what do you hate/dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;Mexican makes me sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The TV is on for noise.  Just the news, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My daughter born, but that's not for a few months so I'll settle for my mac and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the best smell?&lt;br /&gt;That fresh after shower smell. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is always there when you need someone to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Harry.  Cordy, too.  Though, actually, Bernard makes the top of this list I think because he is just &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; around.  In a good and comforting sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Either sleeping or reading and on the way to sleep.  Not sure what time that officially switched over to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't we covered this already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;December 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;Harry, I guess.  I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where was the last place you went shopping?&lt;br /&gt;I needed more big girl clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any expensive jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;My husband is Harry Osborn.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. AIM or MSN?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. AIM, I guess but rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;Texas, Los Angeles, and New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we live in New York and it's January, it's hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;Not lately.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Myspace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is/was your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Honestly, I wonder.  Could it be physics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What type of boy/girl do you usually fall for?&lt;br /&gt;Really, they've all been kind of different types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been in a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;We're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ever met someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of married to someone famous.  Angel was famous too, though.  In his own creature of the night kind of way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;br /&gt;Not your typical kind of famous, but working for OsCorp then sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm doing this and eating my mac and cheese that made its way upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Could you handle being in the military?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  Probably better than some would think, but I don't really think I'd want to.  Unless you equip with a flamethrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your average cell phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Been to Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that, no plans to go back and get my destiny and/or soul gambled away, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I finish my mac and cheese, I plan to go to bed.  There's not much left of today.  But I did work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'm damn good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever been to Disney Land/World?&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. no.  That's kind of sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester. Or the Road Runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Last thing you cooked?&lt;br /&gt;I actually made my dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Stupidest thing you've ever done with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in LA, I tried to wire it to pick up radio waves and accidentally set my rug on fire.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;I don't get sick as much as I used to, that part has gotten a lot better.  But if you mean the other kind of sick, then I honestly can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Random fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;I lived in a cave for five years.</content>
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    <title>January - Imagination</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T01:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T01:33:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My parents always told me I had this imagination that they'd never seen in anyone.  I could make up stories to make the best fairytale writers jealous.  Me and my friends would come up with these games that no one else could dream about figuring out and then we'd all laugh about it.  Most of the time, people say that a child's imagination weakens as you get older and they're probably right.  Some adults don't have any imagination whatsoever.  It's kind of sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have lost some of it, but god knows I never lost it completely.  I still have these daydreams that only the best minds would be able to figure out.  Well, actually some of the best minds would be the last people to figure them out.  Maybe that's why science comes easily to me.  Kind of a weird combination I guess, but when you have so many possibilities rolling around in your head, it has to come out and become useful somewhere.  I see something that might happen and I want to make it true on paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I guess that always didn't work out so great in chem lab.  Certain things just aren't supposed to happen but instead go boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've imagined what my little girl is going to be like.  Yeah, we found out we're having a girl.  I wonder who's smile she'll have or what kind of complextion.  If she'll have Harry's curls or let it grow long and straight.  I have all these mental pictures in my head of what she'll be like and what kind of little girl she'll be.  Of who she'll grow up to be.  Some people have a set picture of who they think they're child is going to be, but I guess that's where my imagination comes into play.  Every time I think of her, I have a different picture.  And, somehow, I think once she's here, she'll surprise me and be completely different.  She'll be perfect.</content>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2007-12-28T21:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T02:49:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-29T02:49:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something Beautiful - Robbie Williams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PART ONE: TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Date: December 28, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Your Age: 27 ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWO: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Full Name: Winifred Burkle Osborn&lt;br /&gt;Your Initials: WBO&lt;br /&gt;What People Call You: Fred&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type: O negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART THREE: FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother's Name: Patricia&lt;br /&gt;What You Call Her: Mama&lt;br /&gt;What She Calls You: Fred normally&lt;br /&gt;Your Father's Name: Roger&lt;br /&gt;What You Call Him: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;What He Calls You: Fred&lt;br /&gt;Your Brothers and Sisters: None&lt;br /&gt;The Family Member You Are Closest To: Of my parents?  My mom I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART FOUR: FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something ate part four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART FIVE: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Significant Other: Harry Osborn&lt;br /&gt;You Call Him: Harry&lt;br /&gt;He Calls You: Fred or Winifred&lt;br /&gt;How Long You Have Been Together: Married for a little over eight months now.&lt;br /&gt;Do You Love Him?: Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;Does He Love You?: Pretty sure he does, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Can You Picture Growing Old With Him?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Can You Picture Your Children?: Brown hair, big adorable eyes, and a bottom lip that neither one of us will be able say no to.  Beautiful and smart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART SIX: MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Job: Head of OsCorp's science department&lt;br /&gt;What You Want Your Job to Be: I have my dream job, what else could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Do You Make Enough Money?: Heh. I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;If You Were Given a Million Dollars to Spend On Something Frivolous What Would It Be?: Ask Harry what to soend it on since that's his department.&lt;br /&gt;If You Were Given a Million Dollars to Spend On Something Important What Would It Be?: Something important?  Umm. Honestly, I'd probably already have it so I don't really know.  Either give it to my parents or Angel to do with as they needed. Both are important.&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Keep In Your Safe?: Oh dear lord.  There's a ton of stuff in that thing, I couldn't name everything.  Deeds, jewelry, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART SEVEN: MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your First Kiss&lt;br /&gt;When: I was fourteen, back in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Where: Back of a school bus.  Yes, my mama happened to be driving it at the time, hush. She didn't see.&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: Matt Partney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Time You Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;When: a few years ago I guess&lt;br /&gt;Where: Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Time You Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;When: early this year on Turtle Island. or at least that's when I realized it. probably before that.&lt;br /&gt;Where: New York and/or Turtle Island&lt;br /&gt;With Whom: Harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Person Who Was Exceptionally Kind To You: Bernard and Elizabeth are constantly nice to me.  Harry too even when I chew him out.  Reckon I'm spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;A Person Who Made You Miserable For a Long Time: Well, me I guess.  Or Siedel if you want to go back that ar.&lt;br /&gt;Someone You Wish You Had Never Met: Jasmine. Angelus.&lt;br /&gt;A Smell That Reminds You of Your Childhood: Cut grass and Old Spice.&lt;br /&gt;An Object You Still Own or Remember Vividly From Your Childhood: Feignbaum, but I lost him after I got taken in LA during grad school.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART EIGHT: FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best of 2007&lt;br /&gt;Book: Every single one of the baby books I now own.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: I don't watch much new stuff really.&lt;br /&gt;Album: Harry might want to hurt me especially since I loaded it onto the computer, but Carrie Underwood's Carnivale Ride or Brad Paisley's 5th Gear.  &lt;br /&gt;Song: She's Everything by Brad Paisley even if it's not on the new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART NINE: IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Ask God One Question: Can't you just make all evil vampires stake themselves?  That would solve lots of problems.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Magically Change One Thing About Your Physical Appearance:  Ahem. &lt;br /&gt;If You Could Erase One Memory: There are several, actually.  The last few months in LA come to mind, but that memory thing wouldn't just be for me.&lt;br /&gt;If You Were In Prison You Would Spend Your Time: Not taking a shower, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Change One Law: Flying gliders should be legal, right?&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Choose the Age of Your Death: Old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Bring One Person Back From the Dead: Harry's mother.&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Start All Over: There are so many things I could do differently.  So much I could avoid if I'd made one or two different choices.  But then I wouldn't be here and married.  So, I don't really know.  When it comes to the things I might want to change, changing one thing changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TEN: BY THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007&lt;br /&gt;How Many Parties Did You Attend?: I couldn't count them, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Cities Did You Live In?: One this year.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Boyfriends and Girlfriends Did You Have?: One.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Lies Did You Tell?: Probably a few here and there, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Jobs Did You Hold?: One&lt;br /&gt;How Many Sexual Partners Did You Have?: One&lt;br /&gt;How Many Movies Did You See?: No idea for sure. A few.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Parties Did You Host?: None personally.  We still need to have an engagement/elopement/i'm havin' his baby party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART ELEVEN: HERE AND NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the best word to describe&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Love Life: Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Relationship: Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Work Situation: Not as much as before, but still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Philosophy: Live and learn and then sometimes never look back are ones I go back and forth between.&lt;br /&gt;Your Current Mood: Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Important Goal Right Now: Getting through the rest of the holidays right now.&lt;br /&gt;Your Biggest Obstacle Right Now: Freaking hormones.&lt;br /&gt;Something You Learned This Week: // locked to the obvious ones who know // That maybe Bruce wasn't the only one who developed a strange reaction to the drugs.  After a really bad mood swing, I find myself wanting another dose of the enhancers. Annnnd I get even more upset sometimes when I know I can't get them.   A fun cyle that goes round and round. // unlocked //&lt;br /&gt;Something You Need to Learn Now:  How to keep the above from getting any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWELVE: RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your New Year's Resolution(s):&lt;br /&gt;1. Be nicer to my husband, the staff, and friends. :) I can do that.</content>
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    <title>ooc</title>
    <published>2007-12-27T16:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-27T16:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright, so I wrote a couple Christmas fics each for the people who asked.  Now Christmas is over and I still plan on doing a few more.  Mostly, they were fun, I like fun, and maybe I've been in a ficcy mood lately, who knows.  Anyway, I still plan on doing a few more so if you'd like to request something just leave me a comment &lt;a href="http://mr-angel.livejournal.com/59762.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I will see what I can do.  Or if you've already requested and would like to add/change something to one I haven't done or request another, you can do that too. :)</content>
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    <title>nopaperdoll @ 2007-12-22T21:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-23T02:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-23T02:56:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STORY OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is: Winifred Burkle Osborn&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous: I use run-on sentences that would make an English teacher cry.  Also known as rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year:  We'll be getting ready to celebrate our first Christmas with baby Osborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: Came home from work, ate, went to bed early.  Seems to be the habit lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a planned baby? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Were you the first? First and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2: RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kicked out of a bar? Not that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been arrested? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3: THE OUTDOORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? Indoors.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like walking in the rain? Sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;Do you like thunderstorms? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 4: FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian? HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Anything you absolutely could eat forever? Eggrolls.  You're suprised it's not tacos, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS AND LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?  Got the ring on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship now? I'm married, so obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 6: RANDOM QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? In my purse that's... somewhere. I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?  Harry is my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your best friend’s hair? Brown also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheesecake? Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That Cheesecake question?  Almost made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Let's not get into some of my dreams. Sound good?  Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite drink? At the moment?  Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Car you want? Already have it.  It's red, shiny, and his name is Douglas.  I ride Doogie every single day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in:  My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You wish you were? Right where I am now.  My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fears? See number seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your hopes? Right now, that mine and Harry's child is born healthy and also thatIstopgoingcrazywithmymoodswingspleaseandthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who are/were you hanging out with tonight? Harry and Cordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you want to hang out with? No one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. So why not call someone and hang out? They live here, I don't need to call unless I'm feeling lazy and just don't want to get out of bed.  Which, you know, is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items: A name for the baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you grow up? Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What did you like best about growing up there? The quiet.  Which, funny, it's what would drive me crazy going back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? These damn stretchy pants and one of Harry's dress shirts because it's more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tattoos? I don't really want to brand myself.  Plus, there are other ways to get that kind of pain if you're &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ketchup? GET IT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? In my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? Amazing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? Umm... it comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing? Me for five years.  ..Probably not the point of the question, though.  I miss Angel, Wes, Connor, Charles, and Lorne back in LA.  Cordy, have I mentioned I love you being here lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now? How much effort it'll take to get to the kitchen because I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car/truck is? All are locked up safely for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color is your car/truck? Which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? Eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your winter? It has its ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color(s)? Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. High school? Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last text? I'm not exactly big on typing in letters on my phone.  But probably to Harry or Cordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last received call? Cordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last outgoing call? Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last person you told you loved them? Harry after.. well, after I told him a couple things that definitely weren't I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last person who told you they love you? Harry.</content>
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    <content type="html">I turned 27 six days ago and have cried straight for an hour since then at random times during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO BACK TO TWENTY-SIX.  &lt;strike&gt;Hell with Harry and his being younger than me.  THE GUY IS SUPPOSED TO BE OLDER DAMNIT.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stuff the next person who wishes me a happy birthday in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.</content>
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    <title>December - peace and rage</title>
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    <content type="html">Sometimes I think I'm going crazy.  And, no, I don't mean talking to plants and writing on walls with a magic marker kind of crazy.  I mean going crazy in the I'm going to drive everyone in this house to run from my sight every time I come around the corner for the next five or so months.  Take for example at dinner a couple nights ago.  I was looking forward to a quiet meal with my husband, who I &lt;strike&gt;usually&lt;/strike&gt; love very much by the way, and at first every thing was just fine.  The food was just fine and the company for the night was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.  There's always a then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Harry said something, I don't even remember how exactly he said it &lt;strike&gt;DOES IT EVEN MATTER?&lt;/strike&gt;, but something to the extent of we needed to go shopping for more maternity clothes.  Why did we need to go get more clothes? Because I was getting further along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, he didn't see it coming.  I stayed quiet for several minutes with just a nod here and a one word answer there.  It was such a change from how I was just a few minutes earlier that it was kind of hard not to notice.  So, he asked what was wrong.  And.  Well.  I told him.  Loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sort of sat there silent for a little bit while I went on and on how he'd called me fat and I was SORRY that I wasn't able to fit into any of those old dresses or whatever the hell he liked.  I mean, I'm pregnant.  With his child.  He did this to me in the first place and what did he expect?  Getting slightly larger than you're used to is EXPECTED.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he tried to explain that wasn't what he meant.  That he enjoyed getting the clothes for me and then I accused him of ENJOYING the fact that I was getting fat and that he was amused by it all.  After all, isn't that what he said?  More or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stormed out of the room, which is hard to do when you're fat and pregnant, and went straight to the closet in our bedroom.  In about three minutes or less, all of my maternity clothes were on the floor and strewn all over the room.  Had to make room for the new fat pregnant lady clothes after all.  Once I didn't have anything else to throw out of the closet (I threw around boxes of shoes too since I'd have to be getting WIDE instead of NARROW before this was all over), I stood there in the mess I'd made and looked over to see Harry come walking in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears started to pour down my cheeks and I hurled myself at him, yes belly and all, and told him how sorry I was for yelling at him.  He was just trying to help and I knew how much he enjoyed buying the clothes no matter what size I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was a little freaked out because he was kinda quiet for the rest of the night.</content>
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