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You know the Bible 86%!

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

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You scored as Either. You brain is neither specifically male, nor female in the way you perceive your surroundings. As bad as this may sound to some, it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being genderless you are possibly able think freely. This does not mean that you are bisexual or androgynous or indecisive, but it might.

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Either

86%

Male

75%

Female

68%

Neither

36%

Should you be MALE or FEMALE?*
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You Are a Warrior Soul

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.
You don't give up. You're committed and brave.
Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.
Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.

You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.
You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.
You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.
You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

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So I woke up Thursday with a sore throat. No big deal. By Thursday night it started to get really bad. I couldn't even really sleep. Friday morning I couldn't swallow. It was horrible. I went to the doctors and they tested me for strep, but it wasn't. Friday night I only slept in about 15 minute intervals. The pain was so bad that every time I swallowed I woke myself up. By Saturday it was worse. I couldn't cough. I hadn't slept or eaten in two days. Dave insisted that I call the doctor and make him give me something. It's funny I will go out of my way to make sure everyone else is taken care of, but I just let myself suffer. The doctor gave me some antibiotics. After the third dose, I can swallow again. Yeah!. He also asked if I've ever had my tonsils out, which I haven't. Hopefully, I won't get a sore throat like this again and it won't even be an issue.

My sister just called and told be that the first gay marriage in Massachusetts was performed in Malden.

Sunday is Dave's and my anniversary. We went out to see Boston Ballet's Swan Lake at the Wang Center this afternoon. It was awesome. I've always wanted to see it actually performed. I've always loved the music. We had a good time. Went to Maggio's for dinner after. Seeing the afternoon show was nice, because we got to dinner before the rush of people and home early enough to put the kids to bed.

So I leave two weeks from today. I haven't even started to pack yet. I still have to buy a few things for the kids. I need to get Cait some socks and and new pair of Sneakers. I'm suddenly very nervous about the flight. Hopefully I will be able to sleep on the plane. Six hours with two kids and no escape. Hopefully they will sleep too. We couldn't get the cottage that we were supposed to get. Kieren (the man who was renting his cottage)had a family emergency and will have to be in England while we are there. He was nice enough to fine another place for us. Dave is starting to get excited. Me too.

I have so much mundane stuff to do today. Grocery shopping, laundry, etc.... I just realized that there's only about 3 weeks before Ireland. I'm going to have to start packing soon. I need to buy the kids new socks and maybe sneakers. At least Connor needs new sneakers. That boys feet grow faster than a fertilized weed bed. Well, maybe not that fast, but fast. Dave took Cait's air jumpy thing out of the garage. She's begging me to blow it up. It's about five feet wide. He promised he'd blow it up for her yesterday, but didn't get around to it. If I manage to get things done and it doesn't rain maybe I'll do it for her. I'm just nervous Connor is going to take a header out of it. He has no fear. oh well, I haven't been to the emergency room in over a week. I guess I'm due.

Dave took the day off of work today so that we could take the kids to the carnival that is in town. Too bad it rained and they didn't open it up this afternoon. So instead we went to Bonkers in Danvers. It's kind of like Chucky Cheese, but way better. They actually have rides to go on, a giant maze that goes all over the building, a toddler area for the smaller kids, and all sorts of video and ticket games. Best of all they have way better food. So anyway. Cait was playing a toss the ball game. A little boy about the same age was playing with her. I went over to see how she was doing. I had only given her a few tokens so I figured she must have run out by now. Come to find out the little boy was giving her tokens so she would stay and play with him. He was also giving her all the tickets they won. His friends even came by and tried to get him to go in the maze with them, but he wanted to stay and play with Cait. After a little while she comes over with about 100 tickets. She says "Look Daddy, I scored!" Dave told her to share them with the little boy, but when she tried he said "No those are for you. You keep them." It's funny, I was six before the boys were giving me their tokens so I would stay and play with them. She's only three and already she's got boys blowing off their friends to be with her. I fear the day that she realizes the complexity of the social interaction she had today. I pity that little boys mother too. He's going to have more girlfriends than she can handle.

Connor got the stitches out of his nose yesterday. He wasn't to happy about it, but he's all good now. He's going to have a scar though. I'm going to give it a couple of weeks to heal and see how bad it is before I call a plastic surgeon. My doctor seems to think the way it is cut they wouldn't be able to do much to hide it. The poor kid, only a year and half old and already scarred for life. The kids have their preschool pictures tomorrow. I hope this isn't the start of him doing something drastic to himself every time school pictures come around.

The kids had a good Easter. Stina and Jon came to Dave's mom's with us for Easter dinner. The kids were to hopped up on chocolate and candy to eat much dinner. When we got home I had to make chicken and french fries for them. Cait fell asleep in the car on the way home. Theres nothing like seeing a 3 year old crash from their sugar high. She was so cute in her Easter dress and hat. Connor was pretty cute too. Dave also got all dressed up. He actually wore a tie of his own free will. He was pretty cute too.

Today started out pretty good. Went out shopping. Got twin size sheets for Cait's new bed. Not to much whining from the kids. Came home and decided to go out in the yard with the kids for a while. We weren't even out there 30 seconds when Connor fell and cut his nose real bad. There was so much blood. I was in such a panic. I called Dave and told him I was taking Connor to the emergency room. It actually looked a lot worse than it was. Turned out he only needed four stiches and can get them out on Monday. By the time Dave got to the hospital, he was done. The poor kid. I hope it doesn't scar to much. The doctor said that since he's so young and fair skinned it shouldn't be to bad. He gave me the name and number of a plastic surgeon just in case.

I can't help thinking I should have been right there. I only turned my back for a second. If only, if only, if only... I guess there was nothing I could do. He's a kid, and kids get hurt. I must have had a horrified look on my face because a nurse came over, gave me a hug, and kept telling me it wasn't my fault. Boys get hurt. There was no way I could have done anything.

I'm sick of having to take people to the hospital and worring about them. From now on no one is allowed to get sick or hurt. I'm tired and need a rest. No more heart problems, no more breathing problems, no more broken collar bones or herniated bellies. No more facial cellulitis or allergic reactions. No debrievments or stiches or anything.

I took my mother home from the hospital today. She looks really good. That's a lot of stress off me.

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

Well, my mom went into the hospital friday to have surgery on the hole in her chest. It's been more rough on me than it has on her. She looks great and she says that she feels pretty good. I talked to her today. She said that one of the doctors wants to put her back on an antibiotic that she has an allergic reaction too. I swear if this infection doesn't kill her the doctors will. My cousin has also been staying at my mom's house. The same cousin that stole my engagement ring and sold it for $400. She's straight right now, but my aunt says it's only a matter of time before she starts using again. I'm hoping she's going to stay straight at least for my mother's sake. The stress of it all has started to make my eye twitch. I'm not sleeping very well. I must have tossed and turned in bed for about 3 hours before I fell asleep. Neither the kids nor I have had a decent dinner in days. Why does all the easy fast food have to be so bad for you? Maybe if I cook a good dinner and try to get a good nights sleep I'll feel better tomorrow.

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