It's funny how sounds, smells, people, songs, etcetera can come along exactly when you need them. All types of emotions can be surfaced when experiencing this situation... sadness, jealousy, happiness, pain. I heard a song by Keith Urban as I was flipping through channels last night and it brought tears to my eyes and put some determination back in my heart. So here's the lyrics to "Stupid Boy" which I feel is the soundtrack to  my life right now.... 

Well, she was precious like a flower.
She grew wild, wild but innocent.
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour.
She was everything beautiful and different.

Stupid boy, you can't fence that in!
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind!
She laid her heart and soul right in your hands...
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans.
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't!
Stupid boy, stupid boy!
Oh...

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around?
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't!
You stupid boy!

Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive!
Yeah, yeah!

Well, she laid her heart and soul right in your hands.
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans!
Yes, ya did!
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't!
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy!

It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone!
Long gone, long gone!
Ah, she's gone!

Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me!
And she loved me, she loved me!
God please, just let her know...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees!

She's never coming back to me!

Have you had any experiences like this recently? Is there a song that has the ideal lryics describing your life at this moment? What do you think of this song?

I am addicted to the series, Dance Your Ass Off! I absolutely love it! Not only do I enjoy the personalities of the contestants, the variety of dance styles and costumes, or the individually assessed nutritional meal plans and workouts, but I admire the strive, the passion, and the heart each and every man and woman competing has shown. It's not a competition to any of them, it's a necessary lifestyle change. These people's emotions, their undeniable -want- and -need- to succeed in this process is unparralled by any other reality show. You think that a striving model reallyyy wants to win America's Top Model?... You haven't seen WANT in someone's eyes until you've seen Ruben, Alicia, Trice, Shayla, Brandon, Mara, Miles, Angela, Karla, Pinky, Tara, and Warren. So here's wishing these people the best and hoping they get to their goal weight and are healthier and happier than ever!

What do you think of the show? Are you anxiously watching each week to see the accomplished looks on their faces when they step on the scale? Or are you just not that into it?

By the way, I've seen some comments on the official website and it seems some viewers find it humilating to the contestants and themselves. But guess what, it's not a beauty pageant (although I think they're all beautiful and will feel beautiful when they're healthy)... it's a show that's meant for the contestants to better themselves. These people have, I'm sure, been ridiculed and teased by their weight and this BY FAR is making them look bad. It only makes them role models to all the viewers out their that are working toward the same goal! (& I say this as a 125 lb female...)

He is a miracle from God! <3

My senior year of high school started in September 2008. Jorden and I started officially dating October 14th. I got pregnant on January 2, 2009. We moved into an apartment at the beginning of February.  I was working as a waitress in an Italian restaurant.  I went to school all day and worked 4-5 days a week from immediately after school to about 11 pm. I graduated June 1st. He was in a horrific car accident on June 3rd (luckily, he only spent 2 days in the hospital and was discharged with no real problems). And then, on June 27th, 2008, I decided to stay at my parents' house overnight because my car had broken down and my mother had taken me to an appointment that morning. He was at a friends' house as well doing his normal bad habits. I woke up with a jolt at 4 o'clock in the morning with gutwrenching abdominal cramps. I could barely move and the tears were falling in puddles... I woke my mother and told her the problem and we resoted to applying a heating pad, but within the first five minutes of that... I felt the urge to urinate so I headed to the toilet. I couldn't pee. But, the urge was there. As I was contemplating the idea that my son was possibly lying on my bladder in a terribly awkward position, it happened. Blood and fluid practically filled the tiolet. My water had broken. I was only 26 weeks pregnant! I screamed bloody murder... not in physical pain, but in utter panic. I had felt my son kick only minutes before, but was he REALLY okay? Why was this happening? What could cause sucha thing? Why me? I've done everything right. If it comes to it, Lord, take me... spare my son. "CALL 911!!!"

After that, the ordeal was a blur... from phone calls made by mother to alert my boyfriend to the paramedics arriving, assessing, and handling the trauma to the tears and bright red and blue lights to the 45-minute ambulance ride... all I could do was pray. Upon arrival, I was immediately taken to a L&D room. Numerous nurses and medical staff were checking my vitals, asking me questions, and searching for my son's heartbeat. His heartrate was still strong, but time was of the essence and the decision was made to take me to the OR, STAT!

An emergency C-section was performed on me and my son was born at 7:04 am on June 28th, 2008... at the mere weight of 1 pound 14 ounces (13 1/2 inches long). He was alive... but had a rough road ahead of him. He was transported, once stable, to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) at Ruby Memorial Hospital in Morgantown, WV. He ultimately spent a total of 7 months there. I finally got to hold him when he was 3 months old! He was diagnosed with chronic lung disease, which basically means that he was born with barely functional lungs (he was on every type of breathing machine possible). He had many other issues throughout his stay, as you can imagine, but I won't dwell on those... I'm already bawling. I stayed at the Ronald McDonald House (bless that wonderful place and the people who founded and manage it) the entire hospitalization. I came home for a day... Christmas Eve to Christmas, but was miserable the entire time and checked on my son as often as allowed. He gained weight slowly, was put on and weaned from countless drugs for countless issues, had a zillion tests ran on him per day... he was the most fragile thing I've ever seen in my life. I won't even try to explain the heartache I felt seeing him struggling... to the sheer joy I felt seeing him fight! He was discharged January 16th, 2009.

I've been enjoying every second of motherhood on my own... it's so different to go from having his care almost entirely based upon doctors' decisions to being the sole caregiver. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Nothing against day care or babysitters, but my child will never need your services. His mommy has been waiting for this opportunity long enough and won't give it up without a fight. (= By the way, my son's name is Gabriel... because he was sent from heaven. He's my angel and he just turned one last month.

I just want to take this opportunity to again thank everyone for their support, love, and prayer during that time. It was what brought us home. So what I'd like in feedback from all of those whom do or do not personally know me is ideas, tips, games, activities, bedtime stories, etc (anything your parents have done with you, you've done with your children, or you've learned) that if I share with him could become precious moments of my son's childhood when he and I look back and remember. He is special to me and I want him to know that by showing as much love in as many ways as possible. <33

Well...