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i m going to be a big brother t shirt
    big brother
  • an older brother
  • A person or organization exercising total control over people's lives
  • an authoritarian leader and invader of privacy
  • The following is a list of episodes for the British sitcom Are You Being Served? that aired from 1972 to 1985. All episodes were 30 minutes long. There was a film in 1977, also entitled Are You Being Served?.
    going to
  • Going-to future is a term used to describe an English sentence structure referring to the future, making use of the verb phrase to be going to.Fleischman, Suzanne, The Future in Thought and Language, Cambridge Univ. Press, 1982.
    t shirt
  • jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
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There's a Brand-New Baby at Our House and . . . I'm the Big Brother!
There's a Brand-New Baby at Our House and . . . I'm the Big Brother!
This book is now available in softcover format and includes a die-cut cover for a picture of the big brother and the new baby as well as a downloadable "I'm the Big Brother" iron-on T-shirt transfer.
I'm the Big Brother is an interactive book that will help an older sibling feel that they have an important role in welcoming a new baby into the family. With guided sections, the older sibling will share their favorite Bible stories and songs, favorite foods, special toys, photos, drawings, and other fun information.

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Bending, Not Breaking.
Bending, Not Breaking.
So I realized that I've never talked in-depth about my scoliosis here which is odd because it's a big part of who I am. You don't have to read all this. In fourth grade I was sent to the nurse for our yearly school check ups. She screened me for scoliosis and found that I had a hump on my right shoulder blade and I was sent home with a letter. My mom said that we would keep an eye on it for a year and see what happens. In fifth grade I was screened again and sent home with another letter so my mom finally took me to the doctor. He diagnosed me with Idiopathic Scoliosis. Once he pointed out my hump my scoliosis became very evident. No one had really noticed until I was diagnosed. My spine curved in an S shape. The top curve went into my right shoulder blade and was around 60-80 degees (I can't remember off the top of my head). My bottom curve went the opposite way and was less severe. My pediatrician sent us to a specialist. I cried during that appointment because I thought that I could die from Scoliosis. But I felt better once I realized I couldn't. Since we were preparing to move, that specialist referred us to another specialist at a children's hospital near to where I was going to live. So when I moved, I went to the hospital to meet the doctor and he was very nice and his assistant was named Kelly. We set dates for everything and that was basically it. The first step in preparing for my surgery was harvesting blood to use during/after surgery for transfusions. I had to donate blood to myself three times and my brother donated once since he was the only family member that was able to donate to me. I don't think I ever needed his blood to use, but it went to someone else who did need it. Then I went for my pre-op. I got blood tests, ekgs, lung tests, etc. Finally my surgery daycame. Originally it was going to be on my second day of 7th grade but it got changed to the day before I started school. I woke up at four in the morning and went to the hospital. I was running a slight temperature (I NEVER have a temp.) so they almost didn't do the surgery. I was alright and originally refused medicine that would help me relax but later asked for it. The pastor from our old church came in and prayed with us. And then I went into surgery. My surgery lasted around 8-9 hours. I remember vaguely waking up for the first time. I just remember a blur of nurses and their voices and then I went back to sleep. I was in ICU for two or three days. I got pain meds every fifteen minutes. I was on a special bed that they could flip me over in. And you know what? Everyhting hurt like hell. I could have been dying, I swear. My back was horrible, my throat hurt from having so many tubes in it, flipping me over freaking sucked, and bruning IVs. I'm not going to lie, it really sucked and I cried a lot. Then I was moved into an actual room for around 2 or 3 days. Still burning IVs and horrible back pain. TMI fun fact: I got my period while I was in the hospital, too. Fun, right? Now, paralysis is a huge risk in this surgery. They drill screws into your spine millimeters away from your spinal chord. I was actually woken up during surgery so that they could make sure I could still move my toes and fingers. When I woke up, my right eye was drooping. I could move my fingers but not my right arm. And I have no idea if I could move my right leg, I didn't try. After a while, though, I got that movement back. So I was recieved my back brace and was sent on my merry way. I went back home and stayed there for three months. I coudn't shower for that time and it was gross. I coudn't sit up to do my school work so I tried to do it laying down and it didn't work. That and the fact that I'm a righty and I was still trying to get movement in my arm back, so writing was difficult. I had to change my shirt without taking off my brace and it was a complicated and painful process. I walked with a walker. I couldn't go to the bathroom by myself. I had a huge knot in my hair that took me weeks to get out. I was always bruning up. I had forgotten how to get up from couches normally. I smelled and dead skin was abundant. They had had to collapse one of my lungs during surgery so I had to regain lung pressure. Oh yeah, did I mention pain? So after those three months I was cleared to take my back brace off for the first time. We had a system that would gradually get me out of it completely. And I took my first shower. I've never been so happy to be clean in all my life. I went back to school. Most of my teachers told me to forget about my makeup work since they saw how well I was doing. I came in the day we started a new unit in math so I just finished all my makeup work up until that point. Two days before the first marking period was over, my math teacher called my mom and said that if I didn't do ALL of my makeup work (even the parts that I was in school and turned in work for) that I would fail. So I did around 5 chapters of work in t
182/365 - Yay!
182/365 - Yay!
Today is a very special day! It's day 182, which is not only the last day of my first half of 365, but it's also the day I pay tribute to the band that helped me become me! Before I heard of Blink182, before "What's My Age Again?" showed up on TRL, I was very naive about music. I know, those of you who know me, may find that very hard to believe. I had no idea music existed outside of what was popular/on the radio/MTV. Or oldies. Anything that came on the radio, new or old, I could identify within a few notes, and sing the entire song right along with it. I also once wondered how people weren't just covering Beatles songs, because in my mind, they'd come up with every combination of notes possible. I now know just how naive I was, and I'm ashamed. But I can't really be blamed can I? I grew up in a suburban town, everybody listened to the radio. There weren't people wearing band shirts, they were either wearing Tommy Hilfiger (or some other brand that was too expensive) or plaid shirts. Maybe some hippies in their tie-dyes, but I knew about music from the past. Then one day, 3 men ran around some random town, butt naked, covered in tattoos, and sang a song about acting immature. I was perplexed by them. How had I never heard of them before? They were cute! OMG. A friend of my brother's bought me Enema of the State. I listened to it exclusively for months. I was hooked. I saw them on tour that year. They played at Mellon Arena, and I had crappy seats, but I was so geeked. Travis was out because of his broken wrist, but at the time I didn't care. Bad Religion opened for them, and I remember wondering where the hell this band came from too. But they were rude to the crowd, so I didn't much care. I'm pretty sure this was also the first time I saw New Found Glory. I went to every Blink182 show I could after that. Whatever bands opened for them were my new favorite bands. And those new favorites I'd go see when they'd come thru on smaller tours, and I'd fall in love with the bands opening for them. Eventually I discovered Pittsburgh bands! Holy moly! Who knew there was awesome music hiding in the big city close to me? And Butler bands? What? Kids in my hometown played instruments outside of school band? Phenomenal. I was blown away. The internet helped me find more. I couldn't get enough. Pop-Punk was my soul. I got my lipring as an homage to Travis Barker. He was the first person I ever saw with one in the middle. Shortly after I got mine, it felt like everybody got one. I met Tom Delonge in 2004, he was in Pittsburgh campaigning with John Kerry. I scored photo passes to the event by just calling people and asking. While he was up on stage, I was across the street on the press riser. I pulled out a little tiny notebook I'd brought with me, and a sharpie. I wrote on a page, "I (heart) TOM!" and I held it up for a minute. I watched him scanning the crowd. He stopped when he got to me. He grinned really big, and gave me a very personal little wave. I instantly sprang into tears. Teresa Heinz was speaking at the time, and some other lady on the press riser thought I was crying over something she'd said. I was hysterical. Tom Delonge had noticed me and waved to me. As the press thing was heading to a close, I ran up to a part in front of the stage that I'm not sure I had priviledge to. A friend of mine came with me, and I handed him my camera, so he could get a picture of me and Tom if I got the chance to meet him. I was on Tom's side of the stage. He looked at me once or twice. When the thing broke up, he went to the other side of the stage! I was freaking out. I called his name, ignored other "more important" people that came by me (including John Kerry), and I waited. Finally I could see Tom. He was like 10-15 feet away. I called his name. He was signing something. He looked in my direction, quickly handed back the paper he was signing and made a beeline for me. He walked up and the first thing he said to me was, "I saw your sign!" I was speechless, I knew he had, but I hadn't expected this much. Sensing my frozenness, he says, "Can I have a hug?" Omfg, yes! So we hugged, my friend took a picture. I had him sign my notebook. I asked for a picture with him, we posed, photo taken. He says, "I think I was making a bad face, let's try it again." I'm using film, I knew there weren't many frames left. We take another, it's the last shot on the roll. I stand there and talk to him, holding his hand, shaking it up and down. He listened to me and ignored others trying to get his attention. Holy crap. That day made my life. (As a side note, when I got the roll of film back, Tom was making the exact same face in both photos of us posing, it was ME who made the bad face the first time around. How he knew that, I really don't know. But I'm so glad he asked for a second shot.)

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