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i am: back on my diet
i think: about going back to africa
i know: that i'm doing the right thing in raising milo
i want: milo and i to have the happiest time in any situation
i have: short hair and i want it long
i wish: i could take pictures all day long
i dislike: unkind people
i miss: my jeep
i fear: failure
i feel: comfortable with my life
i hear: music in my head all day long
i smell: baby powder -- great for the cleavage in this heat :)
i crave: lemons and water
i usually: cry when overwhelmed
i search: for the good in all situations
i wonder: if milo will ever know david
i regret: whenever i lose my patience
i love: milo and my family, photography, africa and it's people, the great U S of A, my job, the ocean, the smell of grass, choices, kind people and the smaller things in life
i care: about feelings
i always: will play The Sounds as loud as it will go
i worry: that milo will feel rejected - that is painful
i am not: going to miss a think in life
i remember: my first birthday cake, mom singing tula-baba to me, the beaches in africa, when tann and stu were born, always wanting a house with stairs, driving the VW bug into the garage door at 7 years old
i believe: in God
i dance: when i'm happy
i sing: without a tune
i don’t always: say thank you enough
i argue: with myself
i write: only to help me through tough times
i win: every day with my monster milo mania
i lose: my emotions at times
i never: thought i would become "one of THOSE girls"
i listen: not well enough
i don't understand: why we think too much -- it is what it is, love it!
i can usually be found: by calling my cell phone
i am scared: of tokoloshes, or putting my feet on the ground in the dark
i need: love
i forget: everything important and somehow remember the other
i am happy about: life
i now tag: you

Pregnant - phew, that's over

Look at this photo I found from my baby shower -- My Stomach!!!

Grandfather

This is my grandfather Andrew Miller - didn't have the pleasure of knowing him. He died when my mom was 15. He's buried in Scotland, I hope to visit him there one day.

My Go-Go

Look at my Go-Go (Zulu for Grandmother)

Isn't she pretty?

I miss her. She was a fun and cheeky old lady who would have just loved my little monster to bits!!

Red Hair

Wikipidia -

Approximately 1% to 2% of the human population has red hair. Red hair appears in people with two copies of a recessive gene on chromosome 16 which causes a change in the MC1R protein.

In order to get a red head, both parents need to carry "the" gene.

Ok - so, I've been dying my hair since I was 16 years old. Started with working at Albertson's in the summer bringing the grocery carts back in, bagging groceries and taking them out to the cars, and bringing the carts back in, bagging...you get the idea. I wanted to keep up with summer's past, and get as much sun as I could. So, I started putting Sun-In onto my roots and combing through. That stuff does work! I started getting golden locks.

Then, continued with the Blonde Ambition. About 4 years ago, I decided to go dark, 3 years ago, black.

I love walking around with Milo -- just about every single person will take a double look at us. I know what's going through their minds - Red Hair? Is he hers?

The point to this posting is this:

Who Knew I Had Red Hair? Check out this photo I took yesterday. I know, I need to color the roots, BUT, before I do, notice the red. It's only slight, but there it is!!

So, there you have it. I not only carry this recessive gene, I too have slight appearances of red.