<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:30.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Everyday Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a single mom trying to plan a wedding and a move all in one year.  Let the chaos begin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8432625055831006974</id><published>2008-03-06T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:56:32.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post</title><content type='html'>I previously posted that I was moving to a new site, but unfortunately my life has become so busy that I do not have the time at the moment to blog.  I do hope in the future to be back on here when things calm down and get into a better routine.  Until then this is goodbye.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone out there good luck and fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8432625055831006974?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8432625055831006974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8432625055831006974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8432625055831006974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8432625055831006974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-post.html' title='Last Post'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-6970471948584820701</id><published>2007-08-14T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:43:40.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Pictures    *Updated</title><content type='html'>Since noone could see the photo I posted here is a link to the Disney pictures.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97491544@N00/tags/vacation/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see the whole set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-6970471948584820701?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6970471948584820701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=6970471948584820701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/6970471948584820701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/6970471948584820701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/08/disney-pictures.html' title='Disney Pictures    *Updated'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-7092152628901206283</id><published>2007-08-10T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:29:21.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>The long awaited story of my Disney trip.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney was great. I have been there twice before, but this was Munchkin's first trip. He isn't a big ride person, mainly cause he is scared of heights, so we mainly did the shows and stood in line for pictures and autographs for characters. However we did run into a few problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off with we almost missed our flight. LD's family didn't give themselves enough time to check in and the flight departure time had been moved up. The airport people were nice enough to let us on though. Then of course we sat on the plane for 45 minutes while it gassed up so it didn't even leave on time! Stupid airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got to our hotel the shuttle driver had pulled a wire out of LD's wheelchair, so it wouldn't work. This caused some problem since a 250lb wheelchair with a 250lb man in it are not easy to push. The Disney resort helped us out and got us hooked up with a rental chair and a company that replaced the broken piece. Oh and it was all covered by the bus company since it was their fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got over these hurtles we were off to the parks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days at the parks were not nearly as bad as we all expected. LD has a sister-in-law who is a trouble maker and thinks the world revolves around her and her kids, so we were all thinking that we were gonna have problems with her. This year though we all decided to split up and do our own things and then meet up for dinner. This meant that everyone stayed together except sister-in-law, her husband, and 2 kids. This made our days very relaxing and stress free. The heat however did not help. One day the humidity was 100%. Yuck. We spent lots of money on water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made special trips to Seaworld and Busch Gardens. The trip to Busch Gardens was made extra special because I had 2 sisters drive up to meet us. One of my sisters lives in Florida, so I don't get to see her that often and the other just happened to be in Florida visiting. It was great for Munchkin to spend this time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of amusement parks we finally got to go on the Disney Cruise. This was an awesome experience. I hardly saw Munchkin because of the free kid services they offer. It wasn't because I made him stay there, but because he enjoyed it so much. He got to watch movies, watch a magician, play sports and all kinds of other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We docked at to ports. One was the Bahamas where we went to Atlantis and viewed the huge aquarium. It was neat, but at $32 a person very expensive. Oh and that cost didn't even get you access to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next port was Castaway Cay, Disney's private island. Munchkin and I spent the day at the beach. We had rented snorkeling equipment and did that. It was right off the beach, so it didn't get very deep. The neat part is that we saw a fish that was as big as Munchkin and he is not a little 7 year old. I didn't think we would see anything since it was right where everyone was swimming, but I was wrong. Oh and when you go snorkeling be sure to apply lots of sunscreen to your back. We found out later that night that ours was not sufficient. Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All the trip was very relaxing and fun. I had the most fun on the cruise. It was more of a laid back pace which is how I like my vacations, but when you have a kid you have to do the amusement parks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, but I gotta go and didn't proofread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-7092152628901206283?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7092152628901206283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=7092152628901206283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7092152628901206283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7092152628901206283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/08/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-4109555253167755206</id><published>2007-08-06T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:13:12.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know that I am doing fine.  Just very busy.  I had my last day at work and am unpacking as we speak.  I would have posted earlier, but we had dial up and it took 30 minutes just to load a page.  However, we just got DSL today.  Yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have time to give you a post about the move and I will also post about my Disney trip.  I may even get time to catch up on what everyone is doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-4109555253167755206?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4109555253167755206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=4109555253167755206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/4109555253167755206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/4109555253167755206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-3379237113312765371</id><published>2007-07-05T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:02:17.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>I am off to Florida for 10 days.  We are visiting Disney and then we get to go on the Disney Cruise.  I can't wait.  Although I am sure when I get back to work I will be exhausted and need a vacation from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure to try to remember all the stories and maybe I will finally figure out how to put pictures up.  LD's family is sure to give me some great posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-3379237113312765371?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3379237113312765371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=3379237113312765371&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/3379237113312765371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/3379237113312765371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/07/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-5629118842144688438</id><published>2007-06-26T15:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:39:24.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Say When You Get Hurt?</title><content type='html'>Munckin:  “Do you cry when you cut your fingers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa:  “No, but I might curse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin: “What is curse?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:       “It means he might say a bad word.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin: “Oh.  You mean like fudge monkey popsicle?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have myself to thank for that.  After all I was the one who let him go to the farm with a bunch of guys.  I guess it could be worse.  At least they didn't use “actual” curse words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-5629118842144688438?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5629118842144688438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=5629118842144688438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5629118842144688438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5629118842144688438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-you-say-when-you-get-hurt.html' title='What Do You Say When You Get Hurt?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-1175602915112653809</id><published>2007-06-19T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:56:02.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free food.........Yum</title><content type='html'>I had the food and cake tasting this Saturday.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner is going to be yummy.  We are having 3 meats, 2 veggies, and 2 starches.  When we went for the tasting there were really only 2 things we weren't sure about.  The chicken and the side of pasta.   We were hesitant on picking a chicken because one had mushrooms and the other was bland.  I loved the mushrooms, but we wanted to be sure that people would eat it also and I know a lot of people don't eat mushrooms.  We finally decide that if they didn't like it they could pick something else.   Plus the kids are getting fries and chicken strips (LD's choice, not mine), so they won't complain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pasta we had 4 choices; Alfredo, Pasta Con Broccoli, Lasagna, and a Bow Tie pasta with red sauce.  I hate Pasta Con Broccoli and the Alfredo was out because LD tends to get sick off of cream sauces.  He has a slight touch of lactose intolerance, which means I don't have to worry about him eating any of the ice cream.  More for me!!!  Ok back to the pasta.  We decided that Lasagna is too much of a meal to be a side, but if the Bow Tie pasta sauce was bland then we would do Lasagna.  The Bow Tie pasta was very good.  The sauce had lots of seasoning in it to give it a good taste.  Our choices were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this was done we were off to do the cake tasting.  I had decided that my parents and his parents could come to the food tasting, which his parents declined, however I felt strongly that only LD, Munchkin, and I should be present for the cake tasting.  This caused a problem since we had to bring the samples home to taste them and both our houses are usually swarming with family.   His family had a graduation party Saturday afternoon, so the house was conveniently empty.   Munchkin went to the graduation party, so he missed the initial tasting, but he got to finish the samples off later that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us have different tastes in food, which can cause problems, but we did end up agreeing on one flavor and then we threw in one that each of our mothers requested and then the traditional white with fruit filling.   We figure that the grooms cake can be the chocolate one, since that seems to be the tradition anyhow.  Now I just have to have him tell me what he wants it too look like so that I can get that taken care of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a good productive day.  I got 2 things down, but I have a ton of things still to do.  I can't believe that I have less than 4 months to finish planning this wedding.  Time has flown by, so I guess I better get my butt in gear and finish planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-1175602915112653809?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1175602915112653809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=1175602915112653809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/1175602915112653809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/1175602915112653809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/06/free-foodyum.html' title='Free food.........Yum'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8544448438192545047</id><published>2007-06-12T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:27:34.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Step Closer to Moving</title><content type='html'>I gave my resignation yesterday. My final day at work is July 27th. I can't believe that in a little over a month I will be moving. I am starting to freak out. There are so many thoughts flying threw my brain about this move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get into a house that I can actually decorate and make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be THE mom of the house and not a daughter with a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be able to go grocery shopping and not worry about Munchkin's snacks disappearing before he gets to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to display what a wonderful wife I will make LD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to actually feel grown up and not dependent on my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be able to go to bed and turn over to tell LD good night in person every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to look for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to drive 10 minutes just to visit a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to either shop on line, wait until I am back in St. Louis, or buy all my stuff at Wal-mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to prove to people that I can live in the country. I am tougher than I look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to worry about Munchkin fitting in and making new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to worry about a Tornado flying through our area and not knowing it until it is too late. (I have a huge fear of Tornadoes and there are no sirens there to warn us. One of my necessary purchases before moving will be a weather alert radio.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to live in a house full of tension with &lt;a href="http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-arrangements.html"&gt;The Joes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this stuff is giving me mixed feelings about the move. At times I just want to tell LD that I am not coming, but I promised I would give it a try for a year. I hope it works and I can handle all the change because if I can't our long distance bill will be sky high and I will be on the Internet all the freaking time. I will probably also be making multiple trips home to visit St. Louis and remind myself that there is civilization out there and to visit Target, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8544448438192545047?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8544448438192545047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8544448438192545047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8544448438192545047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8544448438192545047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-step-closer-to-moving.html' title='Another Step Closer to Moving'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-3660008760918681837</id><published>2007-06-05T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:43:11.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Kid Free for a Week</title><content type='html'>Aren't you jealous??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin agreed to a 5 day trip to the farm with LD, his cousin, and his 6 year old son.  LD and I were shocked that Munchkin wanted to go much less was extremely excited and anxious to leave.  He couldn't stop talking about it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually doesn't want to do anything with LD unless I am along, so you can see why this was such a shocker.  Munchkin's reluctance to spend time with LD makes him feel inadequate and unsure about their relationship.  Hopefully this time together without me as the go between will help them learn each other’s personalities and cement their bond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is that I don't know what to do with my time.  Both my boys are gone, my family all works in the evenings and my friends are busy with their lives, so I have no one to do anything with.  Some of you may be thinking that I should go to the movies alone or go shopping.  First off I hate going out by myself especially to a movie or to eat.  Weird I know.  I just feel like people are staring at me thinking how sad I am that I don't have any friends or family to go out with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could handle the shopping by myself, but at the moment the bank won't allow that.  I have to save up money to buy goodies for Munchkin's B-day slumber party and a bowling party.  Yes he is getting two birthday parties this year, one for family and the other just school friends.  It was the least I could do since mean mommy is making him move.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now I am spending my time at home loafing around and getting ready for Munchkin's slumber party on Saturday.  Oh the excitement.  However this will all change when I get a call from my Grandma confirming the pool is open.  Then it will be me, a good book, and an ice cold glass of water on the side of the pool.  That is what I call relaxation.  Besides I have to get rid of this stupid farmers tan or I might look a little funny in October in a strapless wedding gown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-3660008760918681837?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3660008760918681837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=3660008760918681837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/3660008760918681837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/3660008760918681837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-kid-free-for-week.html' title='I am Kid Free for a Week'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-5014716876619413260</id><published>2007-05-29T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:06:28.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Arrangements</title><content type='html'>This weekend I got a little taste of how my life is going to be for the next few months and boy is it going to be hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the beginning that LD had planned on employing a family friend to be a caretaker for his farm and animals. This man, I'll call him Joe, would take care of doing the physical jobs that LD is incapable of doing and he would be in charge of the animals if we went out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people that have this type of arrangement and it works great. Unfortunately there are a few down falls to this. At least I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the deal with Joe is that we provide a small house for him on the land, which was fine with me until I found out where LD planned on building it. The house will be built so close to ours, that I can yell from my back porch and they can hear me from theirs. I voiced my concerns on this and LD explained why he wanted it this way. After our discussion he made me realize that his choice was best even if I still didn't like it. Besides if I lived in the suburbs I would have a neighbor even closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other downfall and the one that affects me most is Joe is married. I had no problems with this until my encounter this weekend with Mrs. Joe. Thus is my story..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at my future house with my sister for Memorial weekend. I was rather excited about showing off my house since she is my first family member to visit. Shortly after saying my Hellos I started the house tour. Midway through Mrs. Joe interrupts me to point out what she has done. She cleaned the bathroom, she scrubbed the carpet, she rearranged LD's closet and drawer space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She basically made it sound as if I was incapable of keeping up on the household chores. Um, hello, I don't live there yet. Oh and believe me I know how sloppy these boys are. I have had to clean the house when it was at its worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to move to the next room, which will be Munchkins, and again she stops me. She explains that she will be hanging some pictures, the ones that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; bought to decorate Munchkin's room. I told her not to because it would just cause more work since we still have to paint and figure out the furniture lay-out. Hanging the pictures now would just cause us to have to take them down and cover holes that were put there unnecessarily. She blew me off and said she would do it because it would make Munchkin feel more at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if looks could kill she would have been toast. I know what is best for my son and if I thought that some pictures on a wall would make the transition easier than I would hang them myself, but it won't so just step the hell down lady. (I know this is long, but it gets better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to show Sister my kitchen and again was interrupted. Mrs. Joe has to show me how she has rearranged the whole damn kitchen. Personally, I think it takes some nerve to go into someones house and rearrange their things. The cleaning I didn't mind since she was trying to make my weekend fun, but the rearranging is my job and I have been looking forward to moving into this house and making it feel like home. Plus now when I move everything back I will look like an ungrateful bitch. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the best part, Mrs. Joe then turns to me and says that she will clean the house, but that doesn't mean that we can be slobs and leave stuff laying around thinking that she is the maid. Excuse me?? I never said you were gonna clean my house and believe me you will not be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point I was so angry. LD noticed the change in me and cornered me in the bedroom to talk about it. I explained everything that happened. He was upset by the rearranging of things, but she had done that all on her own while he was gone. He told me that it is for me to do and he would tell her not to do it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also questioned him about her thinking she was gonna be paid to clean the house in the future. He explained that when the arrangements with the Joes had been made I was not in the picture, so yes she was supposed to be cleaning and also do the paperwork/bookkeeping for the farm. I told him that I won't allow her to clean and that we had discussed me taking a course to learn Microsoft Excel, so that I could do the paperwork. He agreed and said that he would have to go over everything again and we would work it out. That made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there is one more problem. The final contract and house building for the Joes has been put on hold with my moving and the wedding plans, so that means when the contract is finalized this summer the Joes will be living in my basement. I will have to deal with this woman everyday. I have already warned LD that she is gonna cause me alot of stress and that I will most likely take it out on him. He understands and will try to get this whole situation taken care of as quickly as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-5014716876619413260?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5014716876619413260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=5014716876619413260&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5014716876619413260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5014716876619413260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-arrangements.html' title='Living Arrangements'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-5580267002650053357</id><published>2007-05-22T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:02:59.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Time</title><content type='html'>Friday night was another fun blogger get together with &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeasacliche.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jaelithej.blogspot.com"&gt;Jaelithe&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mamalogues.com"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt;.  We met up at &lt;a href="http://www.kitchen-k.com"&gt;Kitchen K&lt;/a&gt; for some good drinks and food.  I love having these meetings because you get to learn so much more about them than you can from their blogs.  You get to talk about all those unbloggable subjects and you get to see how animated they can be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that Dana hates to waste food especially dessert.  She just kept scrapping away.  I kept waiting for her to pick up her plate and lick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa always eats her vegetables.   We used that as an excuse for her to indulge in a 3000 calorie dessert.  Ok it might not have been 3000, but it looked like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaelithe loves to shoe shop.  She had the cutest heels on that she got to buy while shopping by herself.   Her husband watched her little one while she was out spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I was a little more nervous about this meeting than the last one.  I don't know why, but I think it had something to do with me being out of my comfort zone.  The restaurant was in the city and I was worried it was a little more classy than I am used to.   I am not familiar with the city and when I think of restaurants there I think of all those people that can afford those expensive loft apartments and that know everything about wine and food.  I also think of them wearing everything designer, so then it threw me into a fit about what I should wear.    (I have been told that I often over analyze.  I wonder why.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that I worked myself up for nothing.  The restaurant is great, low-key and easy to find.  The girls made me feel very comfortable and at ease just by being themselves.  It also might have been the martini, but I only had one and can handle quit a lot of alcohol, unless it it starts with a “T” and ends in “equila”.  That is another story.  In the end I had nothing to worry about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in seeing pictures then you came to the wrong place.  I again was a slacker and didn't have a camera.  The other girls have pictures up just a hop, skip, and a jump away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-5580267002650053357?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5580267002650053357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=5580267002650053357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5580267002650053357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5580267002650053357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-great-time.html' title='Another Great Time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-7523838706981367386</id><published>2007-05-15T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:30:28.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mmarty831.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikala&lt;/a&gt; did a little interview and I volunteered for her to interview me. Here are the 5 questions she asked me and my answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.How did you meet LD and how long were you dating before he popped the question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet LD through &lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com/"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/a&gt;. Having a 6 year old and mainly married friends I wasn't doing so well with the whole dating thing. I had a friend suggest &lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com/"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/a&gt; and I thought hey why not. It took a while, but after a few first dates with other people I lucked out. We had been dating 9 months when he popped the question. Fast I know, but it was just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What's the biggest mistake you've ever made?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a tough question. I have a lot of “what ifs”, but nothing I would consider a mistake. All my choices have gotten me to where I am today. I could say that one mistake was not listening to my gut when it told me to break up with Munchkin's father, but if I would have done that I wouldn't have Munchkin. So I wouldn't call it a mistake. If I really had to make a choice I would say that it was quiting Weight Watchers over a year ago. It really worked for me and I dropped 40lbs and then I quit and it all came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Do you have any allergies? If so, what are they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allergic to bees, wasp, etc. When I get stung, that area swells up about 3 times its normal size. One year I was stung on my foot and it swelled so bad I couldn't walk on it for weeks. That was the year the doctor made me carry around a bee sting kit, which included a shot I had to give myself. Luckily I have never had to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Do you have a specific talent you are proud of? If so, what is it?&lt;/strong&gt;I can dance and choreograph pretty well. At least I think I can. I can sing, but I am too shy to sing in public, at least by myself. I have actually performed in a few musicals. Another fun “talent” is that I can fit my mouth around a mason jar. You find your most impressive talents when you are drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.How many siblings do you have? Tell us about them and if you are close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could take a while. I have 5 siblings, 2 older brothers and 3 younger sisters. I am the middle child and somewhat the odd ball. My brothers are very close I guess cause they are the boys. My younger sisters are all pretty close because they have similar interests. They all did the cheerleading stuff and I did choir and drama. They all do the whole bar and nightclub thing and I stay home and raise a kid. They all work late nights at restaurants and I work “normal 9-5 hours”. Despite all our differences though we all love to get together and goof around at least once a month. This family time is gonna be missed so much when I move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in me interviewing you let just drop a comment with your email and I will send you 5 questions. The questions will be different than the above ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another little thing. I thought since I don't get to post often I would leave you with 2 things. Maybe it will keep you occupied until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://star8278.blogspot.com/"&gt;Star8278&lt;/a&gt; and thought it looked like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.popculturemadness.com/"&gt;Pop Culture Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick the year you turned 18&lt;br /&gt;3. Get yourself nostalgic over the song's of the year&lt;br /&gt;4. Write something about how the song affected you&lt;br /&gt;5. Pass it on to 5 more friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 18 10 days before 1998, so here are the top songs for 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997's Greatest Hits &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Barbie Girl - Aqua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this song. I still have the CD for this group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. ESPN Presents Jock Jams - Various Artists &lt;/strong&gt;I had a guy friend that owned this CD. It was all he listened to in the car. We constantly were hearing "Are you Ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wannabe - Spice Girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song I loved. My friends and I dressed as the spice girls for Halloween one year. I got to be scary spice cause I had the darkest skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tubthumping - Chumbawamba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get knocked down and I get up again......I knew those words without having to look them up. Pathetic. My dad loved this song, so I bought it for him. He played it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. To The Moon and Back - Savage Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember this song, but I have the CD. Actually it is on my iPod, but I guess I don't really like that song cause I can't remember what it sounds like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You Make Me Wanna - Usher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know all the words to this song. I owned the single and listened to it constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I Like It Like That - Blackout All-Stars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda remember this song, but don't have any stories to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Hard To Say I'm Sorry - Az Yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only DMB song I like. I know they were big and Everyone I knew loved them, but I couldn't stand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. It's Your Love - Tim McGraw &amp; Faith Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw is hot. Enough said. haha. I love this song and thought the video was really neat since Faith was hugely pregnant in it, but still beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-7523838706981367386?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7523838706981367386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=7523838706981367386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7523838706981367386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7523838706981367386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-things-about-me.html' title='Some things about me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-733047658518291685</id><published>2007-05-07T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:35:29.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want One</title><content type='html'>The talk of babies has been brought up between LD and I quit a few times in the last few months. If it were up to him I would be pregnant right now, but I have different thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally I would like to have lived in our new house for at least a year. This way I can make sure that Munchkin has adjusted to the move and having LD as a father. Those are 2 huge steps for him. Who am I kidding those are big steps for me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin has voiced his opinion about a baby. He wants one, but only if it is a boy. I am hopeful that with him being a little older (7 this month) there won't be any sibling rivalry. If anything he will be helpful with feedings and diapers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another concern I have is that LD's family will favor the new baby over Munchkin. I know this is most likely unavoidable, but I am hoping that the more time Munchkin spends as a family member the less chance there is that he will be pushed aside. I will just have to make sure that I show Munchkin plenty of attention to make sure he doesn't notice the lack of from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring this up is because it seems like everyone around me is having a baby and it is making my resistance break down. I am to the point now that I want to start as soon as we say "I do". Not right after, but you get my point. Can we say honeymoon baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move will determine my final decision. If Reese settles in easily then it will give me an ok to start early. Where as if he has a hard time adjusting I will put it off. I guess only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-733047658518291685?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/733047658518291685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=733047658518291685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/733047658518291685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/733047658518291685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-one.html' title='I Want One'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8966247774434667025</id><published>2007-04-24T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:02:29.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>Planning a trip when one of your party is wheelchair confined is such a pain in the butt.  In July LD, I, Munchkin, and LD's family are going on a trip to Disney and then catching the Disney Cruise.  We were all very excited about this until we started planning the excursions for when the boat docked.  Almost everything is not suitable for electric wheelchairs.   To make matters worse we were informed that LD may not even be able to get off the boat in the Bahamas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now debating canceling the cruise even though I would love to go, I would not feel right being able to do all the fun stuff while LD is confined to the boat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have run into many different problems when trying to plan trips.  We have to be sure that the bathroom we get is a &lt;a href="http://www.veterans-on-the-lake.com/Cabins/Accessible/Interiors/Cabin_1_Bathroom.html"&gt;roll-in shower&lt;/a&gt;.  Even after confirming this with hotel staff we have been given rooms with a bathtub.  So LD is left to take sponge baths.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying is also tricky.  LD has to be transferred from his chair to an &lt;a href="http://enablemob.wustl.edu/AYW/Travel/Airline/boarding.htm"&gt;aisle chair&lt;/a&gt;, which is just a very skinny wheelchair.  After this he has to maneuver himself in to the airplane seat.  This is complicated by a non-movable armrest.   While this is all being done his chair is being transported to the luggage storage in the plane or at least we hope.   In previous years LD has said that his chair has been damaged in the transfer.  The airline pays for the damages, but it is inconvenient for him to be without a chair.  Thankfully the only damages have been to the fabric and are not major.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most places in the United States are handicap accessible because there are laws and regulations, but flying out side of the US there are no guarantees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things are making our decision on where to take our honeymoon difficult.  I have googled many things that have been helpful.  I would love to go somewhere warm and sandy, but that is not the most ideal thing for LD.  He would sink on the beach.  Although he has said that they do make beach wheelchairs, but if I was him sitting in a hot chair while watching people swim in the ocean does not sound fun to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to stay in a cabin or a wilderness lodge.  That is fine with me, but then we run into the problems of there not being much to do or the weather being cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I think I have found a solution yesterday.  I was doing some more with google and came across &lt;a href="http://www.gimponthego.com"&gt;Gimp on the Go&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a website where the editor is in a electric wheelchair and he and others have written stories on what travel places are good for disabled people.  The website is very informative.  I love it and am so happy that I found it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the website he describes a trip to Hawaii and from what he wrote it sounds as if there was tons of stuff for him to do.  So now all I have to do is convince LD that is where he wants to go.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8966247774434667025?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8966247774434667025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8966247774434667025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8966247774434667025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8966247774434667025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/04/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8261507034125405305</id><published>2007-04-03T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:49:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Fine Women and a little sweetnees</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I got to meet some great St. Louis Bloggers. I had a great time sitting and chatting with &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeasacliche.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelithej.blogspot.com"&gt;Jaelithe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mmarty831.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.littlemisssassy.blogspot.com"&gt;Linlee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://slacker-moms-r-us.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://blaquepen.com/wobl/"&gt;Raquita&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring a camera, so if you are interested in seeing pictures click on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeasacliche.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.littlemisssassy.blogspot.com"&gt;Linlee&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://slacker-moms-r-us.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristie&lt;/a&gt;. I can't wait to do it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ********************* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note here is a conversation that Munchkin had with his 3 year old cousin this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Where is your dad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin: Over there. (pointing to LD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Where is your mom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchkin: Shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time Munchkin has referred to LD as his father and it is such a relief to me. It lets me know that Munchkin is okay with my future wedding and that he is already considering LD his father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8261507034125405305?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8261507034125405305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8261507034125405305&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8261507034125405305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8261507034125405305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-weekend-i-got-to-meet-some-great.html' title='Some Fine Women and a little sweetnees'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-4100577003035380983</id><published>2007-03-27T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:01:46.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I made it back from Vegas in one piece and only a little poorer. Winning $250 helped out a lot. We did a ton of stuff, but one main thing we didn't do was go to a “real” Vegas show. You know the ones where the girls are topless, but have huge head pieces. I really wanted to see one, but we never worked it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did however make it to the Playboy Club one night. I was disappointed. I had heard that it was decorated all neat with bunny head accents everywhere. It was so dark in there that you could hardly see any of it. Oh and also in order to get a table you had to buy a bottle of alcohol. We bought 4 drinks for $45, so you can only imagine how much a bottle cost. I think it is fair to say we didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have another playboy first that weekend. I actually bought a Playboy magazine for LD. This was my first time buying and looking at one. I bought it cause there was some female wrestler in it and LD loves his WWE. I noticed that Playboy magazine has a lot in common with Cosmopolitan Magazine. They both have 20 or so pages of ads before you get to the good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interrupted before I was able to get to the nude girls, but I did get a chance to read an advice column. One thing that made me laugh was some guy had written in to ask advice on different ways to cook mushrooms. His wife loved to eat mushrooms, but they were getting tired of eating them the same way. Can we say dork. Why would you write to Playboy for that kind of advice? Why not Better Housekeeping or something like that? Then LD's sister made a good point. Maybe they didn't just eat the mushrooms. Ew gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to rub my vacation in a little more, I was wearing shorts while my fellow St. Louisians were dealing with snow. I enjoyed a nice warm St. Pat's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***I am looking forward to our St. Louis Bloggers' Lunch this Saturday. Hope to see everyone there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-4100577003035380983?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4100577003035380983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=4100577003035380983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/4100577003035380983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/4100577003035380983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-made-it-back-from-vegas-in-one-piece.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-5351667880707556565</id><published>2007-03-13T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:34:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes</title><content type='html'>I am leaving on Thursday for a trip to Vegas. I am excited and nervous all at once. I have never been to Vegas and am looking forward to all the shows, bars, rides and attractions, etc. Yet at the same time I am so nervous to fly. This will be only my second time flying and my first time I got so sick. I am gonna stock up on Dramamine and hopefully will survive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am nervous about is being away from Munchkin. I have been away from him once before, but that was for 2 days and I was a quick drive away. I know we will both be fine, but I am still gonna have to call him everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun part about the timing of Vegas is that alot of people know that I am frustrated with the wedding plans, so they think we are gonna get married down there. I refuse to do this cause I want Munchkin included. However I told my mom that she doesn't have to worry unless my wedding dress is gone. Would it be mean for me to hide it?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have alot to do before Thursday. I have laundry to wash, grocery shopping for Munchkin, shopping for Dramamine, packing, learning to take LD's wheelchair apart for the plane ride. Oh and I have to run to the DMV to get a new License. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I have now doesn't expire until 2011, but it has bubbles in the film. I am afraid that this will cause me problems at the airport and Vegas casinos. I also wanted to get a new picture on it since 2 weeks ago they almost wouldn't let me in Harrah's because they said I didn't look like the picture. The DMV said they will replace my license for free, but they will be unable to take a new picture until it expires. Here is hoping that I don't have any problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keep your fingers crossed that I come back a bigger winner and not a big broke loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: If anyone out there is familiar with McAfee Virus protection I would love the help. My dad updated it and the new version won't let me sign into blogger or my email. I have read through the help pages multiple times and can't figure it out. This is the reason I only blog once a week on Tuesday. This is the day I can sneak a computer at work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-5351667880707556565?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5351667880707556565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=5351667880707556565&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5351667880707556565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/5351667880707556565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-needs-new-pair-of-shoes.html' title='Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-419968710639526421</id><published>2007-03-06T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:07:50.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fine is.......</title><content type='html'>Join the fun. Just read the "offense" and if you've done it, you owe that fine.  No one will know what you are confessing to, so be honest.  My fine was $300 out of 1170 (I am such a goody two shoes).  What is yours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoked pot -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Did acid -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex at church -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you $40&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Had sex for money -- $100&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex with the a Puerto Rican -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Vandalized something -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Beat up someone -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Been jumped -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Crossed dressed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Given money to stripper -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Kissed some one who's name you didn't know -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Hit on some one of the same sex while at work -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Ever drive drunk -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Used toys while having sex -- $30&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Went skinny dipping -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in a pool -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Masturbated -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Done oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Got oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Done / got oral in a car while it was moving -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Stole something -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone in jail -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Made a nasty home video -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Had a threesome -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in the wild -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Spent time in jail -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Peed in the pool -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Played spin the bottle -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with your best friend -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone you work with at work -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Had anal sex -- $80&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- $25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-419968710639526421?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/419968710639526421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=419968710639526421&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/419968710639526421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/419968710639526421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-fine-is.html' title='My Fine is.......'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8267764423811234007</id><published>2007-02-27T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:45:00.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Em...Well Actually, No I Don't</title><content type='html'>As the bride, my understanding is that what I pick is what goes. Unless of course the groom doesn't like it, but that isn't the case. It is the future female in-laws. Here are a few conversations that I have had recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me give these people names. We have LD's sister-in-law. His family refers to her as The Princess and not as a compliment. So that is what I will call her. Then there is his mom. I will call her MIL. There is also his sister. I will call her SIL. Ok, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;                         ************* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So do you like the dress?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "It's what you want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt; What I am wanted to say. "Don't act to excited" or "Damn straight" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        ************* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "So since the dress is tea length what color nylons should we wear?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh I am not gonna have you wear nylons. I don't like them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "I have to wear Nylons with closed toe shoes. My feet would hurt if I didn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can't you wear nylon footies or get those foot petals to keep your feet from sliding?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "No. Those slid around. I have to wear full nylons even with pants if I wear closed toe shoes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh" What I really wanted to say "Tough shit. It is my wedding and you won't be wearing them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             ************* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "So are we gonna need both banquet rooms for the rehersal dinner?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am not sure. LD did a count of how many people will be there. You figure that the wedding party is 26 and then there dates. Although most of the wedding party is married to another person in the wedding party." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "Oh my. We are talking 75 people?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "That is going to be alot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt; What I really wanted to say "Well you are the one who wanted to add more people to the wedding party, so it is your fault it is so many people." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "These are the shoes that I want everyone to wear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL: " Those heels are too high. I will never be able to walk in them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I don't think they are that high." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "SIL will never be able to walk in those." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               ************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I have decided to just let everyone buy their own shoes. As long as they are heels, closed toe and in silver." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "Are we gonna be able to find them anywhere?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Buy them off the internet." What I wanted to say. "I am trying to please you and you can't even be gracious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            **************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You guys don't have anymore wedding to plan. Unless you wait for Mickey, but he is only 10." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIL: "She might have to fight over that with Princess and MIckey." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: "And the bride of course." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: "Bride?? Who is that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, who is that?" What I wanted to say was "Exactly!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You realize that your sister and Princess are gonna hate me by the time this wedding is over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD: "Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cause I am gonna make them do everything that they don't want to do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD: "No they won't" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Whatever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             ************ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can't seem to please these ladies and I have given up. After all was done yesterday I had a mini meltdown. LD is very supportive with what is going on. Neither of us want to cause any huge fights, so for now we are keeping our mouths shut. However if it keeps up at this rate I  will explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8267764423811234007?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8267764423811234007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8267764423811234007&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8267764423811234007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8267764423811234007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/gotta-love-emwell-actually-no-i-dont.html' title='Gotta Love Em...Well Actually, No I Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-1103614878054387613</id><published>2007-02-21T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:51:40.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Give Up</title><content type='html'>Today marks the beginning of Lent. I have been thinking of what I can give up. Some years I stick to it and others I fail miserably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year I gave up sex. I did awesome that year. Of course I was single and I never had any propositions for one night stands, which I probably would have declined anyway. Although someone did point out that I should have given up my own "self indulgence" instead. That is just plain crazy. I would have failed miserably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up soda and chocolate before. Soda was easy, but I didn't last with the chocolate. I could give up one of these, but I want something challenging and I don't drink alot of soda. Oh and I gave up chocolate earlier this year for another reason. I will have to write a post on that to get everyone up to date. So I finally came up with giving up fried food. This should be a challenge since I love me some french fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a second motive to giving up the fried food. Weight loss before big Wedding in October. Gotta look my best. What will you be giving up or if you aren't giving up anything, what should you give up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-1103614878054387613?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1103614878054387613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=1103614878054387613&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/1103614878054387613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/1103614878054387613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-to-give-up.html' title='What to Give Up'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-7803119867937172729</id><published>2007-02-09T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:14:35.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love This Movie</title><content type='html'>My new favorite toy is my iPod that LD got me for christmas.  I have loaded tons of my cds on it and a few of Munchkins.  Yesterday I was looking at what songs I could buy and a movie that I saw years ago popped in my head.  It then dawned on my that there had to be a soundtrack to it. There was and of course I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie you ask.  Why it is "Best Little Whorehouse".  This movie stars Burt Reynolds and Dolly Parton and has Dolly singing the famous song "I Will Always Love You".  Here are a few clips for those who don't know what movie I am talking about and also for those who do.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Singing at the Chicken Ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4873mPdm1Ro"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4873mPdm1Ro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football players singing about going to the Chicken Ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM2f8gf6HHo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM2f8gf6HHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly and Burt (This one has a few minutes of talking and then singing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqzHctSOWTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqzHctSOWTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-7803119867937172729?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7803119867937172729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=7803119867937172729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7803119867937172729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/7803119867937172729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/test.html' title='Love This Movie'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-8419585170516001899</id><published>2007-02-06T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:25:34.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade</title><content type='html'>I finally upgraded my blogger.  Hope ya like the changes.  I kinda like the colors, but that is likely to change.  I am a woman and tend to change my mind often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have the time or patients right now to put all my daily reads on, so don't think that I forgot any of you that are used to seeing yourselves on my sidebar.  I will get you on there later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-8419585170516001899?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8419585170516001899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=8419585170516001899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8419585170516001899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/8419585170516001899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-117052013474268329</id><published>2007-02-03T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:29:05.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>LD's grandmother passed away yesterday and half of his family is blaming themselves for her death. Here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 weeks ago grandma (g-ma) went into the hospital for a heart attack. It was then discovered that she had multiple bleeding ulcers, bacterial blood infection and lymphoma. The cancer was in her lungs and had caused a growth in her throat that left her with only 4 mm to breath out of. The lymphoma would kill her in months, but the growth would suffocate her in days, so they wanted her transfered to Barnes Jewish for cancer treatment. G-ma was 83 years old, so treatment would not necessarily cure her, so chemo would not always be good, but it would shrink her growth so that she could breath and not have a horrible choking death. G-ma was very reluctant, but finally agreed to go and have chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-ma began having chemo and was getting better. She could breathe better, her body wasn't as swollen, but she wasn't eating. This was not a major concern since she was a rather large woman and the IV was keeping her hydrated. While this was all going on we found out that she had known that she had this cancer months ago, but did nothing to treat it. She didn't even tell her husband. They also were told that she hadn't been sleeping flat on her back for months cause she was unable to breath in that position. Family members were hurt and angry, but G-ma still looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst happened. Her lungs gave out and she was put on life support. Then her kidneys began failing. They had a choice to make let her live off machines or let her go. They let her go. Now the blaming begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all felt guilty for pushing her to have chemo. She would have lived if not for the chemo making her weak they said. Others including myself have tried to explain that without the chemo she would have choked to death. Which is so much more worse than having a doctor make you comfortable for your last breath. Plus she would have died at home with her husband who would have freaked out and probably died himself. Then the big argument is that if she would have told everyone when this first was noticed it would have never been this bad and would have been treatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt and grief are funny things though. No matter how well you argue that it wasn't their fault there is no changing how they feel. So all we can do is support them at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-117052013474268329?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/117052013474268329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=117052013474268329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117052013474268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117052013474268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-117040035241789631</id><published>2007-02-02T01:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:12:32.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Tingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was gonna do a post, but my hand is sleeping and it hurts to type. I guess I will post tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-117040035241789631?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/117040035241789631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=117040035241789631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117040035241789631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117040035241789631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-tingles.html' title='It Tingles'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-117021497894686001</id><published>2007-01-30T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:45:18.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is going to be my first Valentine's day with a significant someone to spend it with. Actually Munchkin is significant and we usually spend the day together, but you know what I mean. I have never had a boyfriend much less a fiance so this is gonna be an extra special one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to get LD. I don't want to get him just candy and a card. I want something useful, but cute and love dovey. At first I told him we should just do cards since we are trying to save for the wedding and our 1 year anniversary is in March. He suggested that we combine Valentine's day and anniversary gifts. That sounded like a great idea. Especially since he kinda slipped and I know he has something special planned. He is the worst at keeping surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been browsing around and have had a few things jump out at me. I still have a few weeks and even more than that if we decide to give the gifts on our anniversary. Hopefully by then I will find the perfect thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there want to share what they got there significant other on their first Valentine's or Anniversary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-117021497894686001?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/117021497894686001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=117021497894686001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117021497894686001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117021497894686001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/01/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-117004080703488231</id><published>2007-01-28T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:31:35.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun but Gross</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot of time for a post. LD's grandma has been in the hospital with cancer and was put on life support today with DNR, so it is only a matter of days now. I have been spending a lot of time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I did get sometime the other day to play some computer games with Munchkin. We discovered Kitten Cannon. Although after you play it you may decide that I am a horrible parent. The game is bloody and inhumane to the poor kitten but a blast. Munchkin loved it and we sat for at least an hour playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our furthest distance was 2,827 feet. See if you can beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #5f677c 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #5f677c 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; MIN-HEIGHT: 54px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT: 11px verdana; BORDER-LEFT: #5f677c 1px solid; WIDTH: 210px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #5f677c 1px solid"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #2e4b82" href="http://www.addictinggames.com/kittencannon.html?r=user_posted_link"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006 2px solid; FLOAT: left; BORDER-LEFT: #006 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006 2px solid" height="50" src="http://farm.addictinggames.com/fimages/2159.jpg" width="50" align="left" /&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 18px"&gt;Kitten Cannon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-117004080703488231?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/117004080703488231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=117004080703488231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117004080703488231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/117004080703488231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-but-gross.html' title='Fun but Gross'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116934476809278827</id><published>2007-01-20T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:59:28.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days that is just blah? Today was one of them. LD's grandma is in the hospital and probably won't make it to the wedding. I made the mistake of entrusting my dad with helping Munchkin make a pinewood derby car for tomorrow, which is still not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if these 2 problems are really what has cause my blah day or if it is hormones or wedding stress or just plan old regular stress, but ya know what my cure for it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole bottle of champagne and oh it tasted oh so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116934476809278827?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116934476809278827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116934476809278827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116934476809278827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116934476809278827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/01/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116863912986614058</id><published>2007-01-12T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:01:09.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are 2 conversations between me and Ld over the last weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LD: Hey Hey Hey Hey don't lock the door yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hay is for Horses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LD: Cows too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: You just called me a cow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LD: No no that isn't what I meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is a little background for this one. LD was getting over a pretty bad cold when this was said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Would you please stop singing in my ear. You sound like Kermit the frog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LD: (mumbling)Ok Miss Piggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: What? Did you just call me Miss Piggy!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LD: Um, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes you did. Jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Neither of these incidents bothered me, but it was fun to see LD try to remove his foot from his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116863912986614058?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116863912986614058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116863912986614058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116863912986614058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116863912986614058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/01/insert-foot.html' title='Insert Foot'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116848652746432437</id><published>2007-01-10T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:52:32.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from being overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It has been a while since I have blogged and I have a very good reason, well actually a few good reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two reasons were Christmas and New Years. I have never had a boyfriend around any major holidays, so this year was a major change for me. I had to figure out how to squeeze a visit to another house on Christmas. In the end it all worked out and was a very wonderful albeit hectic day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My New Year's Eve was marvelous although I think LD was a little disappointed in his evening. It was mostly my fault since I was a little to drunk to participate in any bedroom fun. Don't worry I made up for it in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now my main reason was wedding planning. With only 10 months until our wedding day we had to book a reception hall. Sounds easy right. Unfortunately it wasn't. I had certain criteria that I had to try to work with. One being LD is in a wheelchair so the hall must be wheelchair accessible. Another was finding a place that could hold 300 people. Oh and since my uncles own a caterering business I also had to find a hall that would allow outside catering. Combine all these with our date and the task became impossible. We called over 30 places and we kept getting the same answers; booked until 2008, only holds 250, or no outside catering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It finally came down to LD and I making the decision to not use my uncles. My mom was worried that they would be upset with us, but I had no other choice. So then we ran into the problem that the hall we finally decided on was over my parent's budget, but yet they were never available to sit and discuss options with us. After an argument with my mom and a deep talk with LD he decided that he would pick up the reception cost. I felt very bad that he was doing this, but he explained to me that he has the means to do this, so I had to just let him. We turned in our contract last week, so that is one thing done. Actually the hall includes the cake and DJ also, so that is pretty much done too. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Also since my last entry we decided on royal blue (the font color) as our color, gerbera daisies as our flower, and we have incorporated a ton of people in to the wedding party for a grand total of 26. I have never wanted a huge wedding, but I have accepted that I have no choice. It was inevitable since my family is huge and so is his. I just figure more people to celebrate with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116848652746432437?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116848652746432437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116848652746432437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116848652746432437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116848652746432437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-being-overwhelmed.html' title='Back from being overwhelmed'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116598008068218678</id><published>2006-12-12T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:22:47.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry for the pause in blogging. I have been so busy. I am behind on my Christmas shopping. We have had birthday and Christmas parties to go to. Oh yeah and I got engaged. Yes you read right. LD asked me Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this great way to ask me, but I kinda spoiled it. He came over to help us decorate our Christmas tree and then we were gonna play games. The game he brought was scrabble. I hate scrabble. I am known for misspelling words and not knowing what a word means, so I refused to play it. I told LP that he could play it with my mom cause she loves that game. He just looked at me and in a stern voice told me that I had to open the game. At this point I looked at the game and him and it dawned on me that there was something in the game. After that I really refused to open the box. I am a stubborn pain in the butt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes passed and the tree was finished being decorated, so LD reached over to set up Scrabble. I watched as he opened the box and was very disappointed to see nothing other than game pieces. LD passed me the board while he got the letter pieces out. As I opened the board I saw it. He had spelled out Will You Marry Me and other words having to do with marriage on the board. I just stared at it and when I finally looked up he was holding my ring. Of course I said yes because who in there right mind would say no to a huge diamond. I am kidding. I said yes because I want to marry LD and now get to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116598008068218678?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116598008068218678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116598008068218678&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116598008068218678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116598008068218678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116492994221891279</id><published>2006-11-30T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:58:27.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Freaking Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Here is a meme that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmarty831.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged me with a while ago. I am finally getting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Assistant Dance Teacher&lt;br /&gt;2. Hostess/Waitress&lt;br /&gt;3. Bookkeeper&lt;br /&gt;4. Study Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR JOBS YOU WISH YOU'D HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marine Biologist&lt;br /&gt;2. A voice in a Disney animated Movie&lt;br /&gt;3. Stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;4. A novelist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;2. Where the Heart Is&lt;br /&gt;3. X-men&lt;br /&gt;4. The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:&lt;br /&gt;1. St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;2. St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;3. St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;4. St. Louis, MO (Lots of variety, huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. Ghost Hunters&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION/TRAVELED TO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Petoskey, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;2. Destin, Florida&lt;br /&gt;3. Nashville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;4. Chicago, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:&lt;br /&gt;1. People&lt;br /&gt;2. KSDK&lt;br /&gt;3. True Wife Confessions&lt;br /&gt;4. Yahoo Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;4. Chicken, cooked any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU WON'T EAT:&lt;br /&gt;1. lima beans&lt;br /&gt;2. baked macaroni&lt;br /&gt;3. oatmeal raisin cookies&lt;br /&gt;4. smoked meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD EAT OR DRINK RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. Margarita (My friends have banned me from them)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;4. Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS IN YOUR BEDROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. My bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Rocking Chair&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 bookshelves filled with books&lt;br /&gt;4. My dogs cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU HAD IN YOUR BEDROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bigger bookshelves (I love to read and I love book sales. Can't beat a book for $.50)&lt;br /&gt;2. A bigger bed&lt;br /&gt;3. A window (I sleep in the basement)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tennis Shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Long Sleeved Shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;4. socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dreamland&lt;br /&gt;2. Michigan&lt;br /&gt;3. Florida&lt;br /&gt;4. In the park Sledding (hopefully tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU'D REALLY LOVE TO HAVE DINNER WITH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith Hill (she might bring Tim McGraw)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugh Jackman&lt;br /&gt;4. Anne Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. It is cold&lt;br /&gt;2. Will it sleet/snow enough for Munchkin's school to close&lt;br /&gt;3. Will it snow enough for me to skip work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4. What should I cook for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. A rainy day that I can lay around all day reading&lt;br /&gt;3. A good book&lt;br /&gt;4. Munchkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anybody to tag because everyone has done this. However if there is anyone that has and wants to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116492994221891279?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116492994221891279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116492994221891279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116492994221891279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116492994221891279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-about-freaking-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Freaking Time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116435929914707740</id><published>2006-11-24T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:09:15.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Technically it isn't Thanksgiving anymore, since it is amost 3:00am on Friday morning, but I thought I would say it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hope everyone got their fill of turkey and to those who are gonna venture out shopping on Friday morning or Black Friday as some call it........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116435929914707740?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116435929914707740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116435929914707740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116435929914707740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116435929914707740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116387140428175943</id><published>2006-11-18T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:37:34.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Very Very Quiet, I Am Hunting......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I am back up and just in time for hunting season. LD is a avid hunter, so I have hardly spoken to him since last Thursday. November 11 was the opening day for riffle season. My dad never hunted, so I was blissfully unaware of how big a deal it is. I would compare it to superbowl or the opening of nascar, but with these there isn't nearly as much preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the weekend before everyone went out and staked out a place for them to sit patiently in hopes of seeing a deer. Then they all began washing there clothes with earth/dirt scented soap and drier sheets. Yum. They also have to clean their guns, pack the heaters, and make sure you have socks, pants, hat, shirt, gloves, coat, boots, and scarves in camouflage. Hell it wouldn't surprise me if their underwear were camo too. They do all of this just so they can sit in the cold by themselves and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that two of the wives were joining in the fun. LD tried to convince me, but I just don't see the fun in sitting in the cold. Besides I don't ever want to learn to shot a gun and I don't think I could shot a deer. LD pointed out that I could just sit and watch or pack a book to read. Now why would I venture out into the cold to read when I could do that snuggled up in my nice warm bed. All his attempts to get me to go with him failed, so now he has moved on to convincing me that Munchkin needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to wrap my mind around this. Why would I want my 6 year old to learn to shot or watch others shot a gun. Almost every week you learn about a kid that was accidentally shot by his friend who was showing off a gun. Now tell me why would I want to put my kid in that possible situation. LD just doesn't understand and he has stated that he will respect my wishes with Munchkin because he is mine. In otherwords if we ever have kids together he won't listen to me because they are his kids too. I called him on this and he said we would compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is how young is too young to learn to hunt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116387140428175943?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116387140428175943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116387140428175943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116387140428175943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116387140428175943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-very-very-quiet-i-am-hunting.html' title='Be Very Very Quiet, I Am Hunting......'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116307806251837000</id><published>2006-11-09T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:14:22.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Patient</title><content type='html'>If this post seems rushed that is because it is.  I am at work on someone else's computer hopeing to get this done before my boss walks in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to apologize for the lack of posts recently.  First I was busy with halloween and then my computer got a virus.  I would post from my computer at work, but it is a piece of crap and isn't compatible with this site.  My dad and brother are working on the problem at home, so hopefully I will be up and posting again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116307806251837000?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116307806251837000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116307806251837000&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116307806251837000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116307806251837000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-patient.html' title='Be Patient'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116174684957924377</id><published>2006-10-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:27:29.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepe Le Pew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night I heard my dog barking, which means she has done her duty and is ready to come in. I went to the back door and she was not there, but down by the shed. She had spotted something and was trying to get it. The first thing that popped in my head was SKUNK. My fear was confirmed as I opened the door and was met with a nauseating smell. It was so much worse than the smell of a road kill skunk. I could hardly handle it. Let's just say that it clears up the sinuses. My first thought was get the dog in the house so she doesn't get sprayed again. That was a mistake. Shortly after she was in I put her back outside, but shortened her leash so she would be at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went on-line to find a solution to clean her. I know everyone says tomato juice, but I don't buy it and besides I didn't have any. I was hoping to find a mixture of stuff that I had handy. The first one on the list looked good and had good reviews, so I decided to try it. It called for hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap. Unfortunately I didn't have the peroxide, so I was off to Walgreens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found out that I should have changed because the smell was all over me also. I even had a lady look at me and go skunk and I said yes and then she said dog and I said yes. She said her dog does it all the time. She said she never tried my solution, but would the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home with mixture in hand and dog in tub, I began to scrub and lather. My sweet dog sat there and was very well behaved. The instructions said to repeat if the smell was still there. After a vigorous sniff of my dogs entire body I was extremely relieved to discovered I could not smell any hint of skunk. Now the house was a different story. Fortunately there was also a recommendation for that. Put some water and vinegar in a pot and simmer on the stove for a few hours. This worked wonderfully also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning the smell was gone from everywhere, but my room (I didn't get a chance to wash all my skunky clothes) and the basement steps (where the dog sat when I initially brought her in). I hope this never happens again, but at least now I know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116174684957924377?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116174684957924377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116174684957924377&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116174684957924377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116174684957924377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/10/pepe-le-pew.html' title='Pepe Le Pew'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116113294580614963</id><published>2006-10-17T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:05:46.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC.com Is My New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that I am never busy when all my shows are reruns, but the minute a new season premieres my calendar fills up. I know with a 6 year old my schedule is always gonna be changing, so for that reason I try not to get hooked to too many shows, but I never succeed. At the moment my must see TV is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ghost Hunters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and the newest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/heroes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;If you notice some of these shows are on at the same time and same night. Now not only do I now have to deal with possibly not being home, but I also have to decide what show to watch and what show to tape and watch at a later date. Oh but I have discovered a magnificent solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;ABC.com has a wonderful &lt;a href="http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing"&gt;live video&lt;/a&gt; that allows you to view any of their shows at any time. You just go and pick an episode and sit back and relax. Another great part about this is that half of my shows are ABC, so it makes my life a little easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;There are probably some skeptics out there, including my brother, who are thinking that I should just jump onto the bandwagon and get TIVO. However deep down I am an old fashioned girl and I still love my VHS/VCR. Ok really it is just that the VHS tapes are cheaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Now all I am waiting for is the other stations to follow ABC's example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;On another note, but still to do with TV........ My cable company took away &lt;a href="http://www.we.tv/section?CID=key%3D1%26tzOffset%3D0"&gt;Women's Entertainment Channel&lt;/a&gt;, AKA WE. UGH. I loved that channel specifically because of &lt;a href="http://www.we.tv/uploads/Bridezillas2006/"&gt;Bridezilla's&lt;/a&gt;. Stupid Cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;*Oh and I figured out how to set up a link, but have it as just a word instead of the whole site address.  Figures I would choose a post with a ton of links.  Practice makes perfect I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116113294580614963?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116113294580614963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116113294580614963&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116113294580614963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116113294580614963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/10/abccom-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title='ABC.com Is My New Best Friend'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-116044728891396163</id><published>2006-10-09T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:31:50.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Definitely Get Used to This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LD and I finally got to celebrate our 6 month anniversary. He took me out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. I usually frequent Bar and Grills, so I felt very out of place. However the restaurant was not crowded, so I was able to enjoy myself. I even tried escargot. Although I was hesitant to try them because I kept picturing Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I found out that the snails are not brought out in the shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the evening even better I was surprised with wonderful gifts. As I arrived at his house I was meet with 12 red roses* and 6 white (one for every month) and jewelry. To be more specific a necklace with 2 linked hearts (one solid gold and the other of diamonds). I was so shocked. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this for only 6 months. I am beginning to think that I am gonna be a spoiled, but I am not gonna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This is the second time he has gotten me a dozen roses in a pretty vase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-116044728891396163?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/116044728891396163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=116044728891396163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116044728891396163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/116044728891396163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-could-definitely-get-used-to-this.html' title='I Could Definitely Get Used to This'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115939829104967534</id><published>2006-09-27T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:04:51.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Pain and Now the Drainage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know it has been a while since I have posted I apologize. Last week however I came down with a minor cold that went in to a full fledge cold. I spent my Saturday on the couch coughing, sneezing, aching, and with a fever. Basically I was a walking Nyquil commercial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sunday morning I woke up feeling much better, but by the middle of the day my ear was beginning to ache. I blew it off as just a side effect of the cold. By Monday I couldn't even chew anything because I was in so much pain. I had already committed myself to take a friend to the dentist, so I was unable to make it to the doctor then. Oh how I wish I would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tuesday morning was horrible. It hurt to talk. I could hardly move my neck because my glands were swollen. I made it to the doctor and I was diagnosed with a little fluid in my right ear and an inner and outer ear infection in my left. I was given antibiotics and ear drops, but the only thing I could do for the pain was take Advil. This only slightly helped, so I spent most of the rest of the day in tears and on the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today I feel so much better. My ear is still a little sore, but now my big problem is drainage. YUCK. I feel so sorry for all those little babies who get earaches all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh and 2 huge downfalls with me getting sick.............Yesterday was LD's and mine 6 month anniversary. We had a big night planned with new outfits and everything. It had to be rescheduled to Saturday. Also today was Munchkin's school field trip. I decided not to go because I didn't want to expose the kids and I wasn't sure how the pain would be after walking around for 4 hours. I was very disappointed, but Munchkin still had a great time and didn't mind me not going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am off to take my antibiotics. Hope everyone else is doing much better. I will be able to get back to work tomorrow, which means I will be able to catch up on reading my daily blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115939829104967534?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115939829104967534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115939829104967534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115939829104967534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115939829104967534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-pain-and-now-drainage.html' title='Oh the Pain and Now the Drainage'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115819453049289876</id><published>2006-09-13T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:42:10.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Good as Long as It Doesn't Involve My Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Why is it that as soon as I like a certain radio station the dumb Radio companies change it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;In the mornings I used to listen to Craig Cornett (93.7 The Bull), but he was replace by a national talk show. I didn't like them at all, but after wondering through other stations I got hooked to Vic and Trish (101.1 The River). Then what happens? They take them off and replace them with Steve and DC. This talk show has been on the air and pulled several times here in St. Louis and I have never liked them, so I was aggrivated by the switch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Shortly after that I got a pleasant suprise as I discovered Craig Cornett had returned to the morning show on The Bull. So now I had my morning show and I would just flip back to The River when Steve and DC were over to listen to music. The Radio producers must have gotten wind of my contentment because today I have discovered that they have changed The River to Moving 101. This wouldn't have bothered me except with the name change they also changed the type of music they play. ARGH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Well I am off to radio channel surfing again. I should just splurge and buy a small desk CD player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115819453049289876?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115819453049289876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115819453049289876&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115819453049289876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115819453049289876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-is-good-as-long-as-it-doesnt.html' title='Change is Good as Long as It Doesn&apos;t Involve My Radio'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115766848260742361</id><published>2006-09-07T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:34:42.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Internet is Not Alway Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I spent Labor day weekend out in the country at LD's house. When he first explained where his house was he explained that they did have bobcats, poisonous snakes, and ticks. I was nervous about the bobcats and snakes, but the thought of getting ticks almost every time I went outside just grossed me out. Since then he has treated the grass immediately around his house and the ticks disappeared. So as long as I stayed near the house or on the gravel drive I was ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;However while we were down there we went to a neighbors house to see LD's horse. While I was there I found 2 tiny ticks crawling on my legs. I quickly pulled them off and inspected my arms and the rest of my legs. I then moved on to inspecting Munchkin. I found no sight of any more ticks. I assumed I walked in some grass at the neighbors that hadn't been treated. I had double checked Reese when we got home and we both had showered multiple times since that day, so I assumed we were both clear. I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday I was scratching my waist and something came of in my nail. To my dismay it was a disgusting tick that was twice the size of the ones I found crawling on me, so I could only assume it had been attached for a few days. It grossed me out and I immediately started to freak out about the head being stuck in me and Lyme disease. I couldn't get hold of LD to see how to remove the head, so I looked on the internet. Bad Idea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The more I read the more freaked out I got about Lyme Disease. Why is it that when I research something on the internet I only find the sites with worse case scenario. Where is the site that says it is ok. Lyme disease can be easily treated with antibiotics and it is not that common. Instead I find the one that says it is common and even if treated with antibiotics and you have a negative test you may still have it and it can come back later in life to cause more problems. I finally got hold of LD and he told me not to worry that he and his family have always dealt with ticks and the haven't had any problems. Even after all of his reassurance I still couldn't help being a little creeped out because I had a tick sucking my blood that could possibly give me Lyme disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUGS SUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115766848260742361?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115766848260742361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115766848260742361&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115766848260742361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115766848260742361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-internet-is-not-alway-good.html' title='Why the Internet is Not Alway Good'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115698070706883788</id><published>2006-08-30T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:31:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sunday night I went to the Cardinals VS Cubs game. It was an exciting game right up to the end when we kicked the Cubs' butt. However I think the crowd around us was more entertaining. While watching the game I also got to watch 3 people be escorted out by stadium security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The first was a rowdy Cards fan who tried to push a rowdy Cubs fan down some steps. Security came and had to get the whole story and then told the Cards fan that he had to leave. The funny part was that while security was getting the story the guy just stood there eating his peanuts and trying to look around the guard to continue watching the game. He acted as though he had done no wrong.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The next 2 people were an older couple. They were seated about 3 rows in front of us. It started as them not letting a young girl cross in front of them so that she could get to her seat. The insisted that she go the other way since there were less people. They were so rude that the girl was almost in tears. Then they did it again to another girl, but she was older and got into an argument with the couple, but made her way to her seat. What happened after that is still kind of a mystery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Someone, who was never discovered, threw a beer at the couple and totally drenched the lady. So she turned around and blasted the couple behind them. They explained that they also had beer splashed on them, so it wasn't them. People started to accuse others and again security was called. The situation was explained and why the beer was possibly thrown. At to the cheers of the people around the older couple was escorted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I told this story to my family everyone assumed that the couple were Cubs fans, but they weren't. They were Cards fans, so you figure they had to be bad to have all their fellow fans turn against them. I can't wait to go to another game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115698070706883788?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115698070706883788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115698070706883788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115698070706883788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115698070706883788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-cards.html' title='Go Cards'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115637281381085146</id><published>2006-08-23T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:40:13.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Fishy Fishy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I grew up fishing and loved it. My siblings and I used to watch our grandpa clean his fish and we would always make him open the belly to see what the fish had eaten. So when it came to a weekend of fishing and I was told by LD I couldn't go because it was boys only, I was a little disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;However when I heard that there was gonna be an opening the second day I jumped at the opportunity and asked again if I could go fishing. To my surprise LD said yes. So at dinner I announced that I was gonna go fishing and his dad and bro gasped. I said if they didn't want me to go I wouldn't. They were quick to explain that it wasn't the fact that I was going it was the fact that I WANTED to. None of the girls from their family would ever think of fishing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;They then began to try to torture me by telling me that I would have to bait my hook and get the fish off the line, etc. I tried to explain that I grew up doing this, but they still didn't understand. So the next morning after I cast my line and his dad exclaimed, she really can fish, I just wanted to turn around and say I told you so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I might use this experience to get them to agree to let me go hunting with them too. Although they would probably regret letting me do that since I know you have to be quiet and I doubt I can handle hours of silence. What can I say I am a girl and love to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115637281381085146?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115637281381085146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115637281381085146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115637281381085146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115637281381085146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-fishy-fishy.html' title='Here Fishy Fishy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-115585912432662164</id><published>2006-08-17T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:58:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So Munchkin's dad has always been a pain in my side. He has always complained that I don't send enough pictures or I don't keep in touch enough blah blah blah. Well excuse me, but the last time I had checked email and phones worked both ways. The climax to this was in May 2005. After much arguing we came to an agreement that I would send pictures and have Reese call everyother weekend and his dad would call the other weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This worked out wonderfully for a long time with one hitch. His Dad never called him. He never even returned a phone call if Reese left a message. Hell he wasn't even home half the time Munchkin would call to talk. I let this slide because I didn't want to get into it again and everyone seemed happy with this. Until He sent some websites about him and his band, so that Munchkin could look at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was all fine and dandy except I noticed that not anywhere on these pages was Munchkin mentioned or pictured. This concerned me because soon Munchkin might notice this and wonder why his father doesn't mention him and why is his girlfriend pictured but not him. So I mentioned my concern to his father through an email (I refuse to speak to him) and while I was at it I also mentioned that Reese has asked why he has to always call and why he never calls him. His response to this was that he was redoing his bio and would add a mention of Munchkin and his picture. He also said that he would call him with in the next week. I was satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was back in June and Munchkin has still never received that promised phone call. I didn't so anything about it cause a broken promise from him is not anything new. I kept up with my side minus the phone calls. What can I say. It is summer and our weekends have been full. I sent him pictures of our trip to Branson in July. No response. Then about 2 weeks ago I sent him an updated email about Munchkin starting school and how our weekends are busy til then so don't expect a call, but Munchkins still waiting for his promised call. (I added that just for good measure) Still no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So being the nosy person that I am I checked out his other sites to see if maybe he hasn't been on the computer recently. Nope that wasn't the case. Ya wanna know what he did on that day in June instead of calling his son. He proposed to his girlfriend. Which makes me a little curious to if this is the reason he has not responded to anything since he last promised a phone call. Does he plan to cut Munchkin out now that he is gonna start a family? For my sake that would be wonderful, but I don't want that for Munchkin. It is just frustrating because I am not suppose to know, so I can't question him about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh and another reason this bothers me. I wanted to have the happily Ever After first not him. The man who is now gonna get married and be able to start another family while also having bragging rights to a son here he has never met. I wanted that before him. So yeah now I am a little more resentful and maybe a tad jealous, but personally I think I am allowed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-115585912432662164?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/115585912432662164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=115585912432662164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115585912432662164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/115585912432662164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-isnt-fair.html' title='It isn&apos;t Fair'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114796017160522029</id><published>2006-08-10T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:00:52.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It has been a while since I have been on here. Mainly because my dad set up some security thing that wouldn't allow me to log on. I hope to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;begin posting on here again. So come visit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;One major update since my last post. I have been seeing someone, lets call him LD, for almost 5 months. It has been moving very quickly. Munchkin has meet him and likes him. We have gone on a vacation with him and his family. He has met my family. We have talked about the future and he even hinted one day last weekend that he was looking at rings. Yikes. I like the thought of all that, but at the same time I don't want to go too fast. This relationship has a few complications that add to the stress. First he is in a wheelchair, which has taken some getting used to, but if I do say so myself I have handled it well. Secondly he has to get used to Munchkin and Munchkin to him. Thirdly he has a house in Plato, Missouri, which is about 4 hours from St. Louis. This wouldn't be so bad except that the house is in the middle of no where and the closest Walmart is 45 minutes away. Walmart is everywhere, but here, so what does that say. It is a farmer town, so I would become a farmer wife if I moved there. He is here on the weekends, but plans to start stay there full time very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wouldn't mind living in the country, but he is so far out there that I would have to deal with a few dangers that I am not sure I am ready to deal with especially with a child that could get into trouble. He doesn't live there fulltime, so I am sure the troubles will lessen when someone is there all the time. I mean he has had to shot a cottonmouth (poisonous snake) that was on the front porch. He has also has problems with bobcats walking in the yard. Usually this wouldn't bother me, but I would never feel safe letting Munchkin play outside by himself. He has neighbors that have raised kids with no problems, so I guess it will be ok, but I just worry and get nervous. I have told him to stop telling me about this stuff, but he knows I would rather know than not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Relationships are all about compromise, so we will figure it out some how. Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114796017160522029?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114796017160522029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114796017160522029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114796017160522029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114796017160522029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114375605638136793</id><published>2006-03-30T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:01:41.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Those Concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All week long I have been listening to the radio for a Tim McGraw and Faith Hill song being played back to back. Then when it happens I desperately try to be the 9th caller. Dialing frantically with my cell in one hand and the house/work phone in the other. Unfortunately I have yet to win.&lt;br /&gt;This obsession of mine is probably bugging the hell out of everyone around me. I make my family listen to the radio at home all night long and at work I am constantly telling my coworker that Tim or Faith is on the radio be ready to dial. I can't help it I love Tim. He is hot!! Plus his shows are really good.&lt;br /&gt;My first Tim McGraw concert was back in 1999. This was the first concert that me and my best friend went to together. We had shortly met a year before that. Our seats weren't the best, but they were great for us. At what was Riverport many people get lawn seats, but we opted to get reserve seats that year. We were in the last row, but there was no one around us, so we could jump all around. We even had the ticket checker guy dancing with us. Right as the concert ended it began to pour. So here we are walking back to our car in the rain and me wearing a white shirt. My friend kept yelling for all the guys to look at the wet t-shirt contest. This was when I still had the before baby body so I was totally milking the attention. Never really revealing anything. After walking for about 15 minutes we discovered that we couldn't remember where we parked the car. After wondering around for another 15 minutes in the rain we found it, but unfortunately the parking lot was at a stand still. What were we suppose to do then? Well I used my womanly charms to get weasel us some drinks and smokes for a group of guys in a truck. I can be quit persuasive. We were just sitting in the car freezing and waiting to get home when we discovered the people next to us were just as bored, but had figured out something to do. To our dismay they had taken their cooler out of their back seat and decided to crawl back there themselves for a little "couple time". I was shocked, but laughing hysterically at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;That was one of my best nights ever. So it has now become a tradition to see Tim every year. And to attend as many concerts with as many girls as possible in which my stunts become crazier every year. Cause what happens at Riverport stays at Riverport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114375605638136793?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114375605638136793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114375605638136793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114375605638136793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114375605638136793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/03/gotta-love-those-concerts.html' title='Gotta Love Those Concerts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114324089649955425</id><published>2006-03-24T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:54:56.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Munchkin and I went to the Ozarks for his 1st official Spring Break. I have an aunt and cousin that live there and it was Munchkin's idea to visit them. We left on Friday and didn't have to be back until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;We got down there late on Friday, so we didn't do anything, but eat and go to bed. Saturday Munchkin and I got to ride on a 4 wheeler for the first time. I had to drag Munchkin onto the thing, but he loved it. After that we played some basketball while my aunt took care of her horses. Then it was off to the outlet mall (yeah) and the grocery store. We only spent an hour at the mall cause that is all my aunt wanted to spend there, but I had plans to go back again. We got home and it was time for dinner and a movie and then bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was about the same. We went on the 4 wheeler again, but for a longer ride. My aunt to us to a quarry that bumps up to her land. That was fun, but cold. Then we went to Target. My aunt needed a frame and I needed a phone charger. Then to the grocery store again. I guess my aunt only believes in buying ingredients for one meal at a time. When we got back to her house my cousin was home with a few friends. They were suppose to be chopping up a tree that fell. While they did this Munchkin and I played some soccer and then my cousin joined when his friends left. Then it was about dinner time. My cousin's dad joined us too. My aunt decided we should watch a movie again, but it was one I wanted to see and Munchkin wouldn't like it either, so we didn't really get into it. Then it was off to bed. Just to let you know I was in bed most nights by 9, but Munchkin had me up every morning before 8, so I really didn't get any great rejuvenating sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a wet and cold day, so we decided to venture back to the outlet mall. Munchkin picked out his Easter outfit and I got a pair of jeans and shorts. Not much, but it was all needed. After that we were gonna go back and sit in the hot tub for a while, but I decided it was too cold and it turned out to be a good choice since it started storming when we got back. Since my aunt and cousin were taking his dad to the airport which is in Springfield, MO (an hour and a half drive) Munchkin and I just hung out inside and relaxed the rest of the day. That evening we went to my cousin's National Honor Society Awards Ceremony. Boring, but quick. We got home and it was late so we ate leftovers and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent in Springfield, MO at The Bass ProShop. This place was huge, but fun. We spent 3 hours just wondering around and we didn't even hit the animal museum. I definitely will go back there again. I did some shopping there too. Reese got a stuffed raccoon and a huge fish pillow and I got some sandals. The rest of the day was spent inside hanging out because it was freezing out.&lt;br /&gt;We left early Weds to come home.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was very enjoyable, but I have a few complaints. My aunt made me feel bad if I wasn't up doing something. She is a busy body and I am one to just go with the flow especially on vacations. Another thing was that with dinner every night she picked out a movie to watch. Unfortunately none of the movies were kid friendly and they neither were something that I wanted to see. The last complaint I have is that my cousin hardly bothered to spend any time with Munchkin. Now I understand he is 18 and in highschool and doesn't want to hang out with a little kid, but if I was his mother I would have made him. Munchkin idealizes him and that is why he wanted to visit him. So for him not to spend time with him made me mad and Munchkin sad.&lt;br /&gt;So next time I go I will make sure the weather is nice, so we can do some exploring of the land to fill our time and I will take another family member with us to play with Munchkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114324089649955425?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114324089649955425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114324089649955425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114324089649955425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114324089649955425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114255491954377797</id><published>2006-03-16T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:21:59.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bad to Great</title><content type='html'>First I want to apologize for the lapse in posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been quit stressful for me. Monday evening my dog bit the little neighbor girl. My dog shouldn't bite, but to her defense the neighbor girl was trying to pick up the dog so she turned to nip her. She got her head right above her eye and a little of her eyelid. I was freaking out. I called her mother to let her know what happened and that I thought she needed stitches so I was gonna take her to the hospital. Her mom said she was on her way home and would be there in 10 minutes so we would wait. During the waiting I practically had a nervous break down. I wasn't sure what the rules are for dogs that bite. I was worried that I was gonna have to put my dog to sleep. I cried for to my mom and dad for about 3 hours. It was hard cause I was upset my dog bit her, but at the same time she was aggravating her. My dog has never done anything like this with Munchkin and he has done plenty. In fact the reason my neighbor was trying to pick up my dog was because Munchkin had just done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor finally got here and she wasn't upset about the bit. She is a nurse and said it didn't look like it would need stitches and that her daughter was half to blame for it. This made me feel a little better, but I was still scared about animal attack laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually turned out fine. My neighbor had to contact rabies control because of protocol. The rabies control people stopped by the house to let me know the dog was under "house arrest" for 10 days. They didn't even need to see the dog or anything. They only needed her rabies tag number. This was a huge relief to me. I guess since it really wasn't a "real" attack nothing had to be done. The only downside to this is that my dog has to be on a leash when she goes potty outside. Why is this a downside? Well she thinks it is play time so she won't do her duty. Just a bit ago I came back from shopping and found my dogs duty all over her cage. Yuck. O'well at least it was in her cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Tuesday it was Announced that Tim McGraw will be coming to concert here this year. When and Where are still TBA, but who cares as long as he will be here. I absolutely love Tim so this was so exciting for me. Actually love is an understatement. I am obsessed with Tim McGraw and all my friends/co-workers will back this up. I have had friends buy me his calendar for the last 3 years and one morning I came into work and there was a letter on my desk from "Tim". I can't really remember what is said, but no one ever confessed to writing it. I also receive any magazine with an article in it on him. I guess I should take the hint that I talk about Tim too much, but I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his concert announcement the radio station also announced that they would be giving away a chance to qualify for backstage passes and tickets on Thursday (today) every hour. So of course I had my desk radio on extra loud today so I would miss the chance. I had my cell phone in one hand and work phone in other every chance I got. After3 tries I actually was the 9th caller. I couldn't believe it. I was so excited!!! So I now have Tim's new CD which isn't out in stores for a few weeks and Faith Hills CD (since she will also be in concert with Tim. She is married to my man, so I have tried to hate her, but she seems to be an extremely nice person, so I have failed at that.) I am now gonna be put in a drawing for the tickets, so if anyone out there reads this keep you fingers for me crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114255491954377797?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114255491954377797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114255491954377797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114255491954377797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114255491954377797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-bad-to-great.html' title='From Bad to Great'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114134867324477169</id><published>2006-03-02T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:17:53.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Competitive Softball</title><content type='html'>I had my first official parent's meeting for Munchkin's softball team. This is his first time playing, but he is only in kindergarten, so that is normal. The purpose for the meeting tonight was to discuss whether they boys and girls from pre-k thru 1st grade would be on combined teams. It didn't matter to me either way since this is Munchkin's first time playing, but some of the parents had some rather strong opinions. One mother threatened to pull her 1st grade son out if he had to play with the girls. She said that it would be a step backwards for her son. I didn't agree with this especially after she started saying what the boys learned last year and another parent chimed in saying that the girls learned the same thing. Come on the kids are 6 and 7 years old, so it isn't like they are playing for a scholarship or anything. It is suppose to be all for fun or so that is what I thought. Another reason the church wanted them to mix boys with girls is because there would be enough teams to have all the games at home which meant more money through concessions which helps maintain Fields and equipment. This debate went on for about 45 minutes before they decided that they would take the 1st grade boys and put them in a league and then combine all the others in a home league only. Everyone agreed that this would work great until a mother chimed in and said she didn't want her 1st grade daughter playing with the boys. Oh come on. She would be 7 playing with 4 and 5 year olds. Like they are really gonna hurt her. They convinced her to agree, so it was finally all settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quit understand why some parents were getting in such a heated argument with the coaches, but I guess that could be because I am not a very competitive person. I did dance contests and choir contests and I tried out for all kinds of things that I got rejected for but it was never really a big deal to me. I have always had the idea that you should have fun while doing anything and if it gets to the point where it isn't fun then don't do it any more no matter how good you are. That is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost laughed when the mother was worried about her daughter getting hurt and I just wanted to stand up and say that she plays with boys all the time at recess and she has brothers and why can't she be the one hurting the boys. This opinion is probably based on years of playing goal for 2 older brothers who would kick the ball as hard as they could at me. In all fairness I enjoyed spending time with my brothers and still to this day I have just as many guy friends as girls. I am also not afraid to get rough with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep ya updated with all the yelling from the competitive parents screaming form the stands. Don't worry I won't be one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114134867324477169?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114134867324477169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114134867324477169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114134867324477169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114134867324477169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/03/competitive-softball.html' title='Competitive Softball'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-114073162579396421</id><published>2006-02-23T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:53:45.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round They Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nascar officially started this past Sunday. Yippee. No seriously. The only reason I know this is because my friend's husband is a Nascar/Jeff Gordon freak. His garage has all kinds of Gordon stuff hanging up and everytime he has the remote he some how finds a race on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never have understood how someone could sit and watch a nascar race. I mean how exciting is watching cars drive in circles. I have to admit though that Sunday I did sit through the whole thing and it wasn't as boring as I thought it would be. Then again I was with friends so half the time we were talking and not really paying attention. My favorite part of the race is the crashes. I know that is probably wrong, but that is the only excitement. Plus my friend and her husband kept getting into little arguments that I thought were so hilarious. So all in all it was a pretty good time. I told 'em to expect me next week at the same time. Who knows I may become a fan after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last thing with Nascar. If you have a dirty mind you can also make Nascar fun by listening to the announcers. They make the sport sound really gay. The things they say can be so perverted. For example..............He is coming in from behind. He is taking it from behind. He is packed in the middle. ETC. Just listen the next time they are on. Then again my mind and my friend's are always in the gutter, so this may only be funny to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-114073162579396421?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114073162579396421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=114073162579396421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114073162579396421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/114073162579396421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/02/round-and-round-they-go.html' title='Round and Round They Go'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113978281024114330</id><published>2006-02-12T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:20:13.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Call Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Munchkin's father lives in England and has yet to ever meet him, but after one mass argument between him and me we came to an agreement that I would have Munchkin call him once every weekend. Along with this agreement his father stated that he would call everyother weekend, so that I wouldn't have to take the whole burden of the phone bills. This deal was made in May 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then Munchkin has called his father and English Grandparent's almost every weekend. I must admit that there were weekends that I was just so busy that it slipped my mind and when I would remember it would be too late their time to call them. (they are 6 hours ahead) At first it was like pulling teeth to get Munchkin to sit and talk on the phone, but now that he is in school and has started sports he has more to talk about, so he is beginning to enjoy these conversations. They have also helped with the questions that Munchkin had begun asking me about his father. So it all seemed to be working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however have some complaints. The first being that when we came to this conclusion we agreed that I would not be taking part in these phone conversations. If I was needed to be contacted then they could use my email. Munchkin's father and Grandparents have seemed to forget this part though. On many occasions Munchkin has handed me the phone saying that one of them wanted to speak to me. This puts me in a bad spot. I so desperately want to say no, but how do you explain to your 5 year old that you don't want to talk to them, when he is forced to. The other complaint is that his father has never held up his bargain to call everyother weekend and most of the time his father isn't even home to talk. I understand he has a life and may not be home every weekend, but you would think that after not talking to his son for 3 or 4 weeks he would make an effort to call before he left to go "party". But then again I would also think that a father would make an effort to visit his son at least once in his 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my son has a wonderful life and plenty of male figures that are much better role models than his father ever would be, but sometimes it just pains my heart that he does not really know his father. I just hope that one day I will meet someone to fill that role and give him the unconditional love of a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113978281024114330?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113978281024114330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113978281024114330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113978281024114330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113978281024114330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/02/phone-call-away.html' title='A Phone Call Away'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113945237844858440</id><published>2006-02-08T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:32:58.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am basically happy with my life as it is at least most of the time. I do however get lonely sometimes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meeting the perfect man or even a half-way decent man has proven to be extremely hard these days. I know some of the reason is my fault because I don't get out to socialize much, but there are reasons for that........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st.............I have a 5 year old that takes up most of my free time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2nd............Half of my friends are married. It is this set of friends that make it the most difficult to be single. I think they forget how hard it is to date and be a single parent. They are always pushing me to meet people, but how am I suppose to do that if all we do is hang out at their houses. Especially since they don't have any single friends to set me up with. Then they are always teasing me about being single and needing to hook up with someone. I don't want to just hook up with some one. I want serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3rd............The other half of my friends are single and have no responsibilities other than themselves. This means they are always going out and most of the time at the last minute and late at night. They don't really seem to understand that getting a sitter at last minute is almost impossible and also that partying til 2 in the morning doesn't really work when you have to get up for work at 5am that same morning. Even if all of this was ok the bars that they frequent are not exactly the best place to meet a "nice" guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4th...........I really don't want to admit this, but one reason is just ME. I have never been a real social type. I love to hang out with people, but not really at loud obnoxious bars/night clubs. I have also been told that I can be a little intimidating. I didn't really understand this, but I have had it explained to me. Apparently my sense of humor/sarcasm can make me seem a little mean. I have met people with similar personalities and we get along great. I just haven't found that one guy who can handle it. My friends have said that I should be nice so that someone will like me, but I don't think I should have to change who I am for someone to like me. I mean I am obviously a good person or I wouldn't have so many friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now that I have hashed out why I don't have a love life let me tell you why this was brought up. I volunteered to babysit a friends kids so her and her husband could go out for her birthday. They decided they weren't gonna go out, but that I should still come over to hang out. I decided that I was just gonna stay home since I was dog sitting and it was more convenient to stay home since they live 40 minutes from me. I mean I wouldn't have been able to drink and I wouldn't have been able to stay too long since I had to let the dog out. Her response to this was that I am never gonna meet a guy with always dog sitting. The way she said it really hurt my feelings. She is always nagging me to get out and meet guys, but she is also the one who always wants to stay in. So I said to her that I am not gonna meet anyone just sitting in her living room. It is things like this that just make me mad. I want to meet someone, but I am not gonna go out every night to try to pick someone up. I figure it will happen if it was meant to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113945237844858440?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113945237844858440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113945237844858440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113945237844858440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113945237844858440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/02/meeting-mr-right.html' title='Meeting Mr. Right'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113884701051728318</id><published>2006-02-01T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:23:30.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always with Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Munchkin has always been very aware of my Dad's father being dead. I don't know if it is because he is the only person he has visited in a cemetery or if it is because his Grandpa and him are so very close. Munchkin always comments on his Grandpa's father no longer being here. So the other day when he once again comment on this my heart was just filled with so much love for him that I almost wanted to cry for his 5 year old logic. Here is what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Munchkin: Mom, Grandpa doesn't have to be sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Munchkin: Because he will always be with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This came out of nowhere, but I instantly knew he was talking about my grandad and I just wanted to cry and grab my sweet lovely little boy. I just wish that my Dad was home to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113884701051728318?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113884701051728318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113884701051728318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113884701051728318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113884701051728318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/02/always-with-us.html' title='Always with Us'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113815042931260343</id><published>2006-01-24T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:53:49.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have many years of dance experience. I loved it when I was growing up. I started when I was 3 and quit due to school when I was 17. I did almost all of it. Tap, ballet, pom pom, jazz, and some hip hop. I also taught it for many years to kids ranging from 2 to 12. I ended up getting burned out on it because that was all I did. Plus I was starting to get into arguments with the owners and I had to keep that relationship intact because that is my nieces family. Long story short I decided to quit and was very disappointed when not one person told me that they would miss me. This just enforced my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have missed it, particularly the tap dancing. That was my favorite. My mom has tried to get me to join back up with her at the studio she takes lessons at, but I don't want to do all the other forms of dance. I only am interested in tap. I had looked at other local studios particularly COCA in Clayton. They offered a class that I was interested in, but it was only on Weds at 4:30. I just couldn't pull that off with Munchkin and my job. A few weeks ago however my mom told me about a friend of hers who was doing an 8 week tap workshop. It sounded fun, but I told her to find out if it was for beginners or intermediate dancers. I didn't want to give up a night to stand around and be bored with stuff I already know. My mom convinced my to just try it out, but she also convinced two of my sisters to try it also. I figured that if it was a class for beginners I could joke around and do advanced moves with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class was last night. It was basically for adult beginners, but it was still fun. My sisters and I got to joke around and we just sped up the steps to make them more complicated. I was surprised at how much I remembered though. The teacher would call out a step I would immediately know how to do. I guess it is just like riding a bike you never forget. Hopefully as the weeks go on the steps with become more difficult, but if not I look at it as at least I am not at home sitting on my butt watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113815042931260343?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113815042931260343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113815042931260343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113815042931260343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113815042931260343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113789366274517272</id><published>2006-01-21T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:34:22.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My downfall is a good romance novel. I have always loved to read, but within the last year or 2 I have once again rediscovered that passion. I also have a friend who loves to read too. We are constantly trading books or recommended authors. She also introduced me to the ever wonderful book fairs. I love to reread books, so I have never wanted to go to the library to get a book that I may love, but have to give back. I also hate spending money on a book that I may or may not like. The book fair has solved that problem. I don't mind paying $20 for books when I walk away with over 30 of them. I have done this many times. I think reading is a wonderful hobby and it also helps with ones literary skills and vocab etc. Although I was talking to my mom the other day and mentioned that I had very little extensive vocab and she said with all the reading I do I should have an immense one. I giggled and then agreed and proceeded to call out my vocab. Her is a short list......member, throbbing, nipple, sex, passion, ecstasy. I think you get the point. At the time is was very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The only bad thing with my addiction is that I have been known to lay in bed and read all night sometimes up til I have to get up to go to work. I have also been known to spend all Saturday and Sunday reading a book that has caught my attention. I am constantly telling myself just one more chapter and I repeat that at least 10 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am sure some of you have guessed that reason I have thought of this is because I have done exactly what I just stated. Although I will say that I did put the book down to do a quick hour of cleaning and to make Munchkin lunch and dinner. So now I am off again. Just started it this morning and have less then 100 pages left to go. Can't wait to see how it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113789366274517272?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113789366274517272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113789366274517272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113789366274517272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113789366274517272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-great-addiction.html' title='My Great Addiction'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113771150685259616</id><published>2006-01-19T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:58:26.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine just had to have a c-section after 24 hours of labor.  After listening to her tell me the story of this I thought I would think back to my fun 12 hours of labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at The Fox where I was watching Miss Siagon.  I thought that the seats were just uncomfortable, but after I got home I noticed that the throbing in my back wasn't going away and then it turned into full blown contractions.  After I got checked into the hospital I had a few uneventful hours.  The doctor finally made the call to break my water.  That is not fun.  Since the baby had already had a bowel movement they had to hook him up to monitors and they also hooked me up to a tube that squirts water into the uterus to clean it out.  For the life of me I can't remember the technical term, but basically it was like my water was breaking for hours.  It was gross!!  I went a few more uneventful hours before the pain finally started to get to me.  At this point I requested the epideral.  Unfortunately there were a few emergency c-sections so I had to wait over 2 hours for it.  Finally I got the epideral, but not 20 minutes later I noticed an extreme pressure "down there".  My lamaze couch took a look and the baby was starting to crown.  It happened so quickly that no one was prepared and they had to run and get the doctor.  I had a pretty easy time pushing.  I did end up having an episiotomy cause the baby was big, 9lbs 3 oz.  Ok so far you maybe thinking that the birth was simple, but here is where it gets bad.  They took the baby to have his vitals checked and while they were doing this the doctor was taking care of the placenta, but for some reason it all wouldn't come out.  So the doctor informed me that I may feel a little pressure, which I did when his whole arm disappeared inside me.  It was freaky.  I could see his arm, but I could feel him scrapping away inside the uterus.  Then after they stitched me up they noticed that I wouldn't stop bleeding, so they knew something was wrong.  I had to open me back up and discovered that I had torn 3 places on the inside.  They had to have another doctor come in and assit the sewing up because I had to be held open.  Luckily I was still numb and couldn't feel all this.  When this was all done I finally got to hold the new lovely baby, but only for about 10 seconds before I decided to pass out for 7 hours from majoy blood lose.  I don't remember anything until I woke up, but my coach informed me that my blood pressure was extremely low and kept setting of all the alarms.  It all turned out ok and after a few weeks of extremely painful sitting and walking I healed all up and now I have a wonderful 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear about other people's labor experiences, so feel free to leave your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113771150685259616?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113771150685259616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113771150685259616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113771150685259616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113771150685259616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113712412635943994</id><published>2006-01-12T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:49:08.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Part of Munchkins tuition is paid with service hours, which includes working a bingo hall. My neighbor and I volunteered to do this every 2nd Thursday of the month. So tonight was my first night. I have to admit I was a little nervous about what I was gonna have to do. Turns out it was very simple and actually kinda fun. All I had to do was walk around with a tray of pulltabs and listen for people to call me over. Another one of my tasks was to assist people when they called Bingo. I only had a chance to do that once. There was another guy there that kept getting to do this. Why just him. Maybe cause everytime a bingo was called out he would sprint across the room to be the first there. It was pretty funny to watch and by the end we were all teasing him about it. Asking if he had to stretch before he came, etc. It wasn't very busy so we got to leave early, but we told this guy that we had to go home and train so that we could beat him. At the time it was pretty funny, but now it sounds like you had to be there to think it was funny. O'well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Another thing we were joking about are these bingo enthusiasts. I understand that the game is fun and it is all luck, but come on. Do you really need to have 15 dobbers? There were people there lighting candles, setting out little displays of statues, etc. And how dare you even talk while they are calling out the numbers. I hope I don't end up doing that when I get old. It is just a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;A little advertising........For any one here in the St. Louis area who is interesting in playing Bingo/keeping my kids tuition low......Bingo is played on Thursday nights, starting at 6, at the Band Wagon Hall. This is located at Lemay Ferry and Baumgartner/Meramec Bottom. Hope to see ya there!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113712412635943994?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113712412635943994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113712412635943994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113712412635943994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113712412635943994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/bingo.html' title='Bingo'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113702415929640900</id><published>2006-01-11T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:02:39.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of an Outhouse</title><content type='html'>Since the weather was so pretty this weekend Munchkin played most of the weekend with our 8 year old neighbor, Ana. The 2 of them pretty much spend all their time home together, which makes us parents a little nervous. I know they are young, but you still worry about when they might get a little curious about eachothers different body parts, so we tend to constantly check on them if they are in a room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they were at Ana's house playing in her room. Her door was shut, but cracked enough that you could hear them. Kim, Ana's mom, told me that as she was walking past the room she heard them talking about playing "doctor". She freaked out and whipped the door open so fast to see what was going on. To her relief that had a floor full of sick and injured stuffed animals that needed medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to this weekend. As I was walking passed our sliding doors to the yard I noticed Reese was pulling up his pants. At first I thought that he must have fallen and his pants got stuck. I wanted to be sure so I called him over to the house. I knew something was wrong when he slowly wondered over. I proceeded to ask him why his pants were down. His response? He had to go to the bathroom and he didn't think he could make it, so he went outside. Yes I know that all boys/men pee outside on trees, so I shouldn't have gotten upset. However I did for 3 reasons. 1. He did it with Ana standing right next to him watching. 2. He doesn't know how to discreetly lower just the front of his pants, so everything including underwear were down around his ankles. 3. He did in the middle of a cute old couples yard that connects with ours. So needless to say I was furious. I think Munchkin will be in his late 30s before he ever thinks about peeing outdoors again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113702415929640900?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113702415929640900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113702415929640900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113702415929640900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113702415929640900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-need-of-outhouse.html' title='In Need of an Outhouse'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113660585244604411</id><published>2006-01-06T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:50:52.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need vs. Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calendars.com/xq/asp/PID.1/MGID.307/IID.23222/qx/product.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Decided to do some returns and use up the gift cards tonight. The first stop was Old Navy. I wanted to exchange a sweater, but to my dismay there weren't any to by found because they already had their Spring clothes on display. Geesh it is only January. I did however find this really cute apron that says Kiss the Cook. Now I can be cute while using my new mixer and pans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Then on to the mall. I wanted to go to Lane Bryant cause they were having an awesome sale. Buy 2 bras get 2 free, which is a great deal when you spend $30 on a bra. $30!!!! Yes that is right. I have a rather large chest so my bras, or planters as my neighbor calls them, are one thing I don't buy cheap. I need the support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Next I wanted to hit Victoria Secrets (VC). However I was sidetracked on the way by a calendar stand that advertised 50% off. Just today me and my coworker were discussing how I needed a new calendar. She even mentioned how she spotted one yesterday titled studs and spurs, which pictured half dressed cowboys. Yeehaw!! Well of course when I spotted it tonight I had to buy it. I just hope my boss won't be offended by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;Finally I hit VC and my jaw dropped. By looking at the store you would have thought that it was the day after Thanksgiving. Everything was picked over and there were at least 15 people in line. I don't usually shop VC, but I had a gift card and I can usually wear their underwear (not panties, I don't like that word). I also was suppose to check out the selection for my sister. Luckily I didn't see anything I like, but even if I did I don't think I would have stood in that line. Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;I had my heart set on buying new underwear, so back to Lane Bryant I went. They had them on sale for 3 get 3 free. Great bargain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;In all the night was rather relaxing minus the fact that Munchkin didn't understand why I was getting to buy stuff and he didn't get anything. I tried to explain to him that Mommy needed this stuff. (Ok so I really need the calendar, but I did buy him one too.) He didn't quit get the concept. He kept depressingly saying that he needed more games for his gamecube. I reminded him that Santa just brought him some. His reply, "But only 6." According to him his friend Anthony has so many more. What can I say, my child is so deprived. Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113660585244604411?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113660585244604411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113660585244604411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113660585244604411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113660585244604411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/need-vs-want_06.html' title='Need vs. Want'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113642051284386469</id><published>2006-01-04T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:21:52.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To move or not to move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I need some opinions.  My friend Juanita is moving to Pennsylvania with her family.  She is really pushing for me to move with her.  The idea is both appealing and not so appealing.  I will miss Juanita alot and what little of a social life I do have will disappear 90% when she moves.  We tell eachother everything.  Her husband says he can get me a job with his company making better money than I do now, but my job now has excellent benefits.  Munchkin loves her boys to death.  They are all like brothers.  A move may be just what I need to give my life a little push and excitement.  Maybe my true love lives in Penn.  Then again do I really want to move Munchkin from his family and friends here?  I am extremely close to my family even though they drive me nuts most of the time.  If I went with Juanita I would get out of my parent's house, but I would just be moving in to hers so I wouldn't really be on my own.  I have told Juanita that after she and her family get settled then I will consider the move, but she countered that with they need to know if I am coming so that they can consider what type of house.  That is putting alot of pressure on me.  I don't want me to be the deciding decision on their house.  I mean what if I do move there and I find the love of my life and move out after 6 months?  Also she has said that one of the reasons her husband took the transfer is because after 2 years he will have the option of picking his next transfer.  So do I really want to move there and get settled and then have them move away and leave me stranded?  I just don't know what to do.  I have been debating this for a week or so. Argh.  I wish I knew what to do.  If it was just me I would probably move in a heartbeat, but I have Reese to consider too.  I will have to talk to a few other people and find out what to do.  If anyone actually is reading this let me know what you think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113642051284386469?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113642051284386469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113642051284386469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113642051284386469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113642051284386469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-move-or-not-to-move.html' title='To move or not to move'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113600384789189562</id><published>2005-12-30T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:37:27.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at Home</title><content type='html'>Munchkin had a full night of plans for the 2 of us.  First he wanted to make a soccer ball cake with all my new baking stuff that Santa brought me.  I was fine by this since I got to use my new counter top mixer and specialty baking pans.  While the cake was baking the plan was to fill his sea monkey tank and play Disney Scene It.  The Sea monkeys are waiting to hatch and I won Scene It.  Munchkin did pretty well at Scene It, but a few of the movies he hasn't scenen and he isn't quit able to read all the words.  By the time we were done doing this the cake was done cooling and ready for the filling and icing.  It all went very well until it came to the time to put hexagons all around the cake.  I am sure there is some sort of system that makes everything match together perfectly, but I didn't find it or maybe I just didn't have the patience for it.  Probably both.  My hand was cramping by the time I traced and filled em all in.  The cake turned out cute in the end and it made for fun together time too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be bloggin again until next year, so I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113600384789189562?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113600384789189562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113600384789189562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113600384789189562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113600384789189562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/night-at-home.html' title='A Night at Home'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113590279823048469</id><published>2005-12-29T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:33:18.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am too old for this stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember when I could sit and talk til all hours of the night and be fine the next day with 1 to 2 hours of slept.  However this morning as I fought to keep my eyes opened I discovered that I am too old for that.  Ok not really.  It is probably the fact that now I work a full-time job and am raising a 5 year old boy, plus all of these late activities have coordinated themselves with the holidays.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It all started Friday the day before Christmas Eve.  I was invited to a party.  It was fun, but didn't last late at all, but that was just the beginning.  Christmas Eve was spent doing some last minute cleaning for out of town guests.  I finished with time to spare so I was able to make it to 5pm mass.  Before I left for this however our first guests arrived.  My cousin was to stay in a guest bedroom (my sister recently moved to Florida and her bedroom has yet to be converted to another use) and my Aunt was gonna stay in my other sisters room.  It worked out great because she has a bunk bed and the bottom bed is a queen.  I went to put my aunts bag in my sisters room and to my dismay discovered her room looked as though a tornado hit.  The top bunk was filled with junk and I think I saw a little patch of floor.  What were we gonna do for a sleeping arrangement?  I had to get to church and a x-mas eve family party, so I would worry about it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After talking with my sisters later that evening we decided that my aunt didn't mind the messy room cause the queen bed was clean, so she would stay in there and my sister that was being booted from her room would sleep on my son's bed and he would sleep with me. That worked out wonderfully except for the fact that I only have a twin and the munchkin takes up the whole bed. So I didn't get a good nights sleep.  And I can't forget the fact either that since it was x-mas eve Santa had to come and deliver the toys, so I didn't get to bed until around 1.  Mainly cause I was helping my mom with her last minute stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas was an early night thank goodness and was Monday, but the days were just mass chaos, so I was exhausted both nights and Tuesday I had to return to the early 6:30am work schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now the late nights start again.  Tuesday I received a phone call from a friend who was in town and wanted me to join the group at a piano bar called the Big Bang.  I said I would try, but we were doing a dinner for my G-ma who was visiting.  9 o'clock rolled around and I was just putting Munchkin to bed, so I decided not to go, but then Casey called. SHe wanted to know if I would go with her to the Big Bang to meet up with the group.  (Now the friends that we were gonna meet up with are friends from highschool and early college.  A few are married, but most are single, in school, or just starting to get full time jobs.  So Casey and I don't quit always fit in, since we both have full time day jobs and I have Munchkin.  Because of this Casey and I tend to plan our time with the group around eachother.  If one of us can't go then the other won't.  We get excluded, but at least if we go together we have eachother to talk too.)  So needless to say I went ahead and went.  I didn't even talk to the friend that I was going to visit, so the trip was basically pointless and I didn't get to bed until after midnight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On weds my G-ma from StL had all her granddaughters spend the night at her house.  It just so happened that Munchkin was spending the night at the neighbors house so I was able to participate in the fun.  I had a blast playing games and gossiping, but by the time 11 o'clock came rolling around I was exhausted.  I managed to keep my eyes open until 1:30, but it was getting pretty hard.  I decided to go home that night so that I was home to shower and stuff before work.  So by the time I got home and in bed it was after 2 and I had to be up by 5.  So today I am exhausted and Munchkin doesn't know this yet, but we are going to bed at 8!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hope everyone enjoyed their Holidays.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113590279823048469?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113590279823048469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113590279823048469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113590279823048469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113590279823048469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-too-old-for-this-stuff.html' title='I am too old for this stuff'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113519326703071716</id><published>2005-12-21T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:39:53.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Today I turn 26. I am getting so old. No not really. I have a fun packed day planned. Earlier was Munchkin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Christmas Party. The head roommother's daughter got sick, so I got promoted. There are only 8 kids, so the parties are pretty simple. The had a snack, decorated a stocking, and made bell necklaces. Sounds boring to me, but the kids enjoy it. To celebrate my birthday, I am going to my friend Juanita's house and we are gonna go out. Her husband works weird shifts so we can go out between 2:30 and 8. Then we have to get home so he can go to bed. Not really sure what I want to do during that time. I figure we will go out to lunch somewhere, but after that I have no clue. I hate having to make plans. I just wish someone would tell me what to do. I am one of those annoying people that says I don't care what we do. My friends always yell at me to make up my mind,but I can't. I am spending the night at my friends house, so we can have a little bit of stay home fun. Except the kids will probably wake us up really early. Either way I will have fun and enjoy my B-day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113519326703071716?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113519326703071716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113519326703071716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113519326703071716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113519326703071716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-baby.html' title='Christmas Baby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113504704719883291</id><published>2005-12-19T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:38:40.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had a busy busy weekend again. I love the holidays, but I can't wait until they are over and I have my relaxing weekends back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saturday was my first Christmas party. Since Saturday is usually my laundry day I had to start bright and early to get everything done. The party was ok. I really don't know anybody there, but it is an old family friend's party so I have to go. Munchkin found some other little boys to play with though so at least he wasn't hanging on me the whole time. At one point during the party my mom asked the host to introduce her to some of his friends. When he got to the last guy he exclaimed loudly that he was single and looking and lots of fun to be around. I kept waiting for my mom or the host to chime in that so am I and possibly mention us two doing something. It never happened. I didn't even get introduced. I was a little disappointed and felt a little invisible. After we left I asked my mom why she didn't say anything about me being single too and she said she didn't think of me and she asked why didn't I mention it. Oh yeah that doesn't sound desperate announcing yourself that you are single and looking. O'well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After the party I went shopping with my mom. I tried to help her finish her Christmas shopping, but we didn't succeed. We did get alot, but she over buys so we didn't finish. A friend of mine comment that I was a good daughter for helping her, but my response to that is that if I don't help my mom gets stressed about getting done and then she gets crabby and living with her when she is crabby is horrible. So in a way I did it for selfish reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sunday I went to a baptism. It was the first time I have been asked to be a Godmother, so I was pretty excited. I had to start early again though to make it to the 11o'clock mass out in O'Fallon which is about 45 minutes from me. I was doing so well time wise, but I was still about 2 minutes late for mass, but it wasn't my fault. I am blaming the weather. I didn't add more time for snow. My area was nice and dry, but when I got to O'Fallon, they had a nice dusting of snow which slowed traffic. Not to mention I had to walk very carefully on the church parking lot, but I still almost fell 3 times. The baptism was very nice and then we went back to my friends for a little luncheon. It surprised me when the babies grandparents left about 45 minutes after we arrived however. It would have been ok if they had a good excuse, but they left to go shopping. It is their grandbaby's baptism party and they couldn't put off shopping another hour or 2? It was only 1 in the afternoon!! Maybe it is just me, but I am usually one of the last people to be at the parties and I always try to help clean up. After everyone left I hung out for a while cause I was child free and in no hurry. Munchkin was at a birthday party so he was well occupied. Since I was there for a little while I got to feed my Godson. I love babies and haven't been around any for a while so it was fun to get to feed him. Brought back many memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As for today I went to work blah blah blah.... Then when I got home I rushed and showered, since I woke up late and didn't have time,and then changed Munchkin and rushed off to his soccer camp. They did some different exercises today. I just love to sit and watch him as he plays. He always has a big smile, so I know he is enjoying himself. Afterwards we went to my uncles restaurant for dinner because the Anheuser Busch Clydesdales(or however it is spelled) were gonna be there. I love those horses. They are huge, but very pretty. The restaurant was packed, but because it is my uncles I have connections and didn't have to wait for a table. Ok really it was because my uncle already had some reserved. Munchkin has very good restaurant manners because I have always taken him out to dinner and he knows the rules and that he has to behave, but the other kids that were there tonight were driving me nuts so I can only imagine how the other customers felt. My uncles were letting their kids get up and wonder around and they were yelling at eachother from table to table. I wanted to get up and yell at the kids to sit down and be quiet cause people are trying to eat, but I am not one to step on other peoples toes especially my uncles since they think they know all. I was so happy to leave. Munchkin was exhausted and fell asleep in the car so bedtime was a piece of cake tonight. I am ready for bed myself. I am always so tired on Mondays. Only one more day of work and then I have 2 days off, so tomorrow won't be too bad, but still not very enjoyable. Someone has to buy presents because they are not made by santa's little elves unlike popular belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113504704719883291?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113504704719883291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113504704719883291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113504704719883291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113504704719883291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113479760800437014</id><published>2005-12-16T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:35:45.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today as I was sitting watching TV while Munchkin was cleaning up his toys I noticed that all of a sudden he was extremely quiet and hadn't come out from his toy corner for a while. I thought that maybe he had crawled back there and fallen asleep like he has done on other occasions, but then I heard the faintest sound. Reminded me of someone whittling wood. I knew that couldn't possibly be what Munchkin was doing. I slowly and quietly tip toed to the couch to peak over at him. Right as my head popped above the couch we made eye contact and he knew he had gotten caught. In his lap was his stuffed Picachu doll and he was holding a pair of scissors. He had decided that he was gonna play hairstylist and Picachu needed a different hair-do and tail-do. Scattered on the floor and clinging to his paints was fuzz from the dolls ears, tail, head, and back. It is hard not to laugh at what he was doing. Did he seriously think that I wouldn't think that something suspicious was going on behind the couch? Out of sight out of mind??? That phrase isn't used for a mother of a young child. Out of sight what are they in to is more like it. After a quick discussion about how he knew it was wrong and that is why he hid he picked up his mess and showed off the newly styled hair on his animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kids can be so sneaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113479760800437014?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113479760800437014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113479760800437014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113479760800437014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113479760800437014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113470188442531560</id><published>2005-12-15T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:34:27.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Christmas Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tonight we had our first Christmas concert. I found out about it at the last minute however. Actually I read the little bitty announcement on our Friday flyer wrong. I thought the concert was only for the younger kids and Munchkin is in Kindergarten. He informed me though on the way home from school that he had to be there. Since I wasn't aware of this earlier he didn't get a new Christmas outfit to wear, but luckily I had a nice sweater for him to wear. Now that I know that all the kids participate in the concerts I will totally be prepared next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The kindergarten and 1st graders sang together. They were so cute. They had little dance moves to go with everything. Absolutely adorable. Although I have to admit Munchkin was the cutest. One funny thing I noticed was how the boys voices drastically changed from the 6th to 7th graders. You could that puberty and the voice change happens between these ages. I had to laugh when you went from hearing the high pitch squeal of boys to the extremely low Ho Ho Ho of the older boys. I am not looking forward to Munchkin going through puberty. I still have a few more years to go thankfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta go load the dishwasher. A mother's job is never done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113470188442531560?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113470188442531560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113470188442531560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113470188442531560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113470188442531560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-first-christmas-concert.html' title='Our First Christmas Concert'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113460358516081225</id><published>2005-12-14T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:39:45.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Getting to Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;The holiday rush is here.  You have 12 days left until christmas is here.  I am virtually done with all my shopping.  I only have 3 more gifts to buy and the ones I have are already wrapped.  Yeah me.  In the holiday spirit, I thought I would attach an email that I received.  I am constantly getting questionares from friends, but this is the first holiday version.  Hope you enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Welcome to the 2005 Holiday Edition of Getting toKnow Your Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Egg Nog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They are wrapped unless they are too big and then they get a sheet over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The first free weekend after Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excludingdessert)?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Getting to visit my grandparents in Michigan. There was always a ton of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't remember, but once we didn't believe my mom let us stay up and wrap while the younger kids slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No cause santa doesn't bring the presents until christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out forhim? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whatever we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;12. Can you ice skate? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you consider holding on to the side and pushing/pulling myself along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Big Blue Elepahnt Slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My grandma always has jello in little crystal glasses with her home-made whip cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sitting around Christmas morning and taking turns opening gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An Angel that is older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Giving to little kids.  Adults are hard to shop for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your favorite Christmas Song? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas sung by Judy Garland (she sings it in Meet Me in St. Louis.  I love that movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a wreath on your door? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nope.  There is a sign that says Santa Stop Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113460358516081225?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113460358516081225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113460358516081225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113460358516081225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113460358516081225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-getting-to-know-you.html' title='The Holiday Getting to Know You'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113443896577112715</id><published>2005-12-12T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:40:08.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today was Reese's second night of indoor soccer camp. They are teaching him better control of the ball. This is the first he has ever done the whole soccer thing so I was nervous that he wouldn't like it because he may be a little behind the other kids. My fears were not needed. Reese loves it and is catching on very quickly. I had a friend come and sit and watch with me. She asked me which one was Reese and I said the one over there with the sweat drenched hair. After she noticed that Reese was sweating like it was 100 degrees outside even though the building is maybe 60, she had no problem spotting him the rest of the time. What can I say my kid is a sweater and it is usually gross and nasty, but also funny since he runs up to people and rubs his sweaty head on their bare arms. The faces that the unsuspecting person makes is hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am glad that Reese enjoys playing, but I do not enjoy sitting and watching. I am a single working mother and I only have one child, so as I look around and notice that all the other mothers are either holding an infant or scolding a waddling toddler I feel totally left out. I just don't feel that I have met the requisite for being a soccer mom. But as I sit and notice all these mothers my eyes wonder back to the field and I notice that a few of the coaches are younger and pretty darn hot if I do say so myself. So I don't feel so bad about not having to chase around another kid or talk about my sick baby because that would take up my time from checking out the behind of the coaches as they chase after the kids. That sight is well worth the not being a soccer mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am totally looking forward to next weeks practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113443896577112715?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113443896577112715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113443896577112715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113443896577112715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113443896577112715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113435137131487265</id><published>2005-12-11T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:47:58.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Remind me never to start a new blog around the holidays. There is just not enough time in the day to do everything that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Missouri it snowed on Thursday. We got a total of 4inches. Luckily it happened on a day that I had already planned on taking off since the kids were out of school. THe little neighbor girl came over bright and early to play with my son, who was still sleeping. After she woke him up and he discovered that there was snow he decided to skip breakfast and get straight to the snowball fights. Now I am one of those mothers that always has my kid wearing a hat, so you can imagine how I bundle him up to go out in the cold and snow. We pulled out the coat, gloves, hat, and snow pants, but searched and just couldn't find the snow boots. So I compromised. We took a few extra pairs of socks and his tennis shoes and some large zip lock bags. Why the bags you ask. Here is what I did. First you put the socks on then you take the bags and put them on like socks and tuck em up into the snow pants and then the shoes go on. This way the socks stay dry. My sister and neighbor were laughing at me, but his feet never got wet, so there. After the kids finally are bundle and go out to play I have to prepare the floor for when they come in. I pulled out a few bath towels and lay them on the floor so there is an area to shed the wet clothing. I also had to pull out the tea kettle and hot cocoa, cause that is what we always had after playing in the snow. It is a tradition. After an hour or so in the snow the kids come in. I help my son take his clothes of and then the neighbor. As I go to take the neighbors jogging/water resistant pants off she informs me she has nothing else on under them. I have a fit. Her pants were soaked and her legs red from the cold. My sister who is teeny lends her a pair of PJ pants. As I continue to scold her, her brother informs me that she can handle the cold after all she is Russian. I just start to laugh at this comment since she is Russian, but was adopted when she was almost a year old, so in no way is she used to the cold Russian winters. What can I say kids think they are invisible and when they become sick it is the parent that suffers to make them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Sunday now ( like I said busy busy) and the snow is gone and just left mud. Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend and is looking forward to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113435137131487265?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113435137131487265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113435137131487265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113435137131487265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113435137131487265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19666293.post-113400474773464756</id><published>2005-12-07T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:19:07.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions are in order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess I will start by saying why I have created this blog. I recently found one written by a Stay at home mom. I was funny and made me laugh and I thought I should do that. I have funny enough stories that make people laugh so why not share them with lots of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is a little background on myself and others you may hear about. I am a 25 year old (soon to be 26) single mother to a 5 year old boy. I still live at home with my parents and 2 younger sisters. I also have another sister who lives in Florida with her boyfriend and 2 older brothers one of which is married. One brother has a daughter and the other has 2 young boys. I have 2 different groups of friends. The first if my friends from highschool/college. This group is sometimes hard for me to fit in with since they are mostly single without kids so they have a more open social life than me. Then there is the other group. I am the youngest of this group and sometimes feel left out since I am not married or in a serious relationship. I guess you could say the 2 groups balance eachother out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now to let you know what I will post on my blog. I can't really say exactly. It will just depend on the day and what happens that I think is worthy of writing about. Hopefully I will have lots to write about that others will find entertaining. However only time will tell. Hope to have people tune in. Until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19666293-113400474773464756?l=notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/feeds/113400474773464756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19666293&amp;postID=113400474773464756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113400474773464756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19666293/posts/default/113400474773464756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notsoeverydaymom.blogspot.com/2005/12/introductions-are-in-order.html' title='Introductions are in order'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01235128032417015506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N71eJBkn-LU/R2f6f-agwKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-UXjrRoOsCU/S220/100_1109.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
