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It is years later and I am still learning to live without him...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5231415970855418131/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Learning to Live Without Him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17558147898003925317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S2yCfcVZgNI/AAAAAAAAARI/xM7Wifrsm9o/S220/me.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LearningToLiveWithoutHim" /><feedburner:info uri="learningtolivewithouthim" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQHc9fyp7ImA9WhdbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5231415970855418131.post-7698870608463084491</id><published>2011-10-12T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:49:41.967-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T14:49:41.967-05:00</app:edited><title>Maternity Pictures</title><content type="html">As I posted a while back, I have been in a wonderful relationship with a man for over a year now. Along with this relationship I gained two amazing friends from his adult daughters. &lt;br /&gt;
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One daughter (S) just graduated law school and we just received word last week that she passed the bar exam!  Yay!  S has an amazing boyfriend that I hope becomes a permanent fixture to the family someday.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The other daughter (A) is married also to a wonderful man, is completing her final semester of nursing school and is PREGNANT!  Which thrills me silly!  One being I love babies and I get to spoil it rotten along with filling my internal craziness of wanting more kids (which I don't but sometimes my body acts like it does around babies).  So, I got the honor of shooting some maternity pictures for them.  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&lt;br /&gt;Evie was 7 weeks old when Jim passed and now she is starting school.  Time passes so fast!  I can't believe my kiddos are both in school now.  Today is my first day home ALONE!  What is a mommy to do with herself?  Oh yea, dirty clothes, cleaning house, grocery shopping, etc.  And let's not forget the massive hill that needs mowing!  Oh well, even though they are both in school now my life has not slowed down.  &lt;div&gt;
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SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim was the cook in our family and he was a great cook. He actually did all the grocery shopping for the family. I did the occasional baking cookies, pies etc but to actually cook a piece of meat was never in my "wife duties." Since his death, I have cooked chicken nuggets, chicken breasts and meatloaf. Everything else was salads, precooked meat, pastas etc. So today was a break through for me. I cooked pork chops with a wine reduction sauce. Go ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DqTN6IDOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g9FEmp9FI8I/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DqTN6IDOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g9FEmp9FI8I/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427095166853319906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DqShzQFuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/erLWxh12SEw/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DrnApCqDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nXPu6_ULlik/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DrnApCqDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nXPu6_ULlik/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096606401013810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DrnVQ6GGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nyVm0taGi7U/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DrnVQ6GGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nyVm0taGi7U/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096611936933986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with pork chops, I am making potato bread.  I know all this isn't extremely healthy but I am having fun.  The bread is still rising so you only get to see this part.  Hopefully I will get a picture of the finally product.  Crossing fingers!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DqShzQFuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/erLWxh12SEw/s1600-h/030.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DqShzQFuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/erLWxh12SEw/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427095155013326562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what in the world were the kids doing while mommy was cooking?  Well, here are those pictures too.  I have a mess in my house but we all had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtM2L0BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kVkpTp1tAwQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtM2L0BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kVkpTp1tAwQ/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098355940721810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNIXkF6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AfehK6EckYs/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNIXkF6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AfehK6EckYs/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098360821847970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtM2L0BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kVkpTp1tAwQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtM2L0BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kVkpTp1tAwQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtM2L0BJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kVkpTp1tAwQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNj9WNLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DObyPp2-w4c/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427098368228078770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNIXkF6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AfehK6EckYs/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNIXkF6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AfehK6EckYs/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/S1DtNIXkF6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/AfehK6EckYs/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231415970855418131-8513320094138963711?l=learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother treated me and my kids along with my future sister-n-law and her son to Gulf Shores for a week.  We had an amazing time.  I love going down there for many reasons.  One being, the beaches are extremely private compared to Destin or other places.  The waters are calm and the sand is white.  Another reason is I feel no obligation whatsoever to spend tons of money eating out.  Mainly because the thought of seafood makes my stomach turn and we can cook in our condo for a lot less.  As you can tell by the picture below, this trip was memorable.  Also, please note how “HOT” my mother looks for 63yrs.  (I am saying a small prayer to the Lord above asking to make me this HOT at 63yrs.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UAH8Ia_m5GI/SkTzT5c4_EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9fCI-8PVm3I/s320/MomkidsBW.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669780388052034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a part of this vacation that was jaw dropping experience.  I do have to say this was a first for me and I am sure many of you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we arrived, we got our stuff unpacked and heading straight for the beach.  After a couple of hours baking in the sun, the kids grew tired and were ready for bed.  Not long after, my mother and Lindsey (future sis-n-law) followed behind them.  Well, I am the type of person that wants to take in as much of my vacation as possible, awake.  So, I stayed up and indulged in a few adults beverages.  Enjoying the breeze on the deck, I decided to give this guy, Ken, I have been dating, a call.  (Please refrain from asking questions about him...LOL)  Anyways, we had been talking on the phone for some while when I heard a single moan.  My first initial thought was: “Really?  I have only known this guy for a few weeks.”  HA!  But I soon learned that it was not coming from him on other end of the phone but from the swimming pool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the condo we stayed in was extremely nice and somewhat remote from the other condos in Gulf Shores.  The pool was heated and well lit for night time swimming.  However, at 9:30pm this evening there was only one guy that seemed to be utilizing the pool.  And I understand why after seeing him.  Yes, you guess it!  This young man was spread eagle on the steps with lights shining on him, pleasuring himself!  I gasped in shock that I couldn't even work up the nerve to say something to him.  When I told Ken about what I saw, the laughs started coming and were almost uncontrollable.  However, it didn't take this young man to finish...hard to imagine, LOL!  But I did learn something new...after a young man pleasures himself in a swimming pool, he has to capture the deposits which float and dispose of the them. (UGH!!  I know, extremely gross!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am now scarred for life and I am sure after reading this, you are too!  My apologizes but I had to share.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231415970855418131-6695058124868678358?l=learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As some of you know, I grew up close to the area but can honestly say I don't remember ever stepping foot in Chaffee. And when I say foot, I mean foot! This town isn't large enough for both of your feet. Although, it is quite small, it does have a comforting charm to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;During my visit I was given the "grand" tour. The city center (cough) had an adorable little gazebo in the middle and of course, I had to snap a shot. Now it still needs some more tweaking but I am proud to say that it will soon hang over the toilet of a well know Chaffee celebrity! Yep! That's right! So, for those of you who had little to no faith in my photography future, HA! Just take a visit to the bathroom next time you are in Chaffee and you will see my work above a porcelain god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231415970855418131-1859049759382527382?l=learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have tested these waters once before and either became overwhelmed or disqusted with it...not sure which one. Maybe it is the smell of Summer in the air or just plain boredom that leads me back down this road. Either way I am out there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I go back and forth on the concept of online dating. Does it show desperation or is it genuinely a great invention? Uh...don't know. What I do know that sitting at home on a Saturday night watching movies is never going to "get me out there." FYI...I do this not by choice hence the two pictures on the right of this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, you know what I do like about internet dating? I can meet men in my PJ's and they have no idea. I don't have to put on makeup, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spanx.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spanx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, high heels, and everything else to met someone. Which honestly, I do thank Dr. Phil greatly for this! Way to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But really, for the desperation side of this, I don't understand what guys are thinking half the time. I get amazed at the number of them who truly think that emailing me to say "You're Hot!" is really going to get them a second look. Yeah, I'm hot...pshhh...in my PJ's with apple juice spilt all over me while inhaling a corndog watching SpongeBob. Yeah, that's hot. Come on, can't you come up with anything better? Seriously? If I can't carry on a 5 min conversation with me via email or phone, what makes you think I want to live the rest of my life with you? (ok, jumping the gun a bit with that statement) Or even have an hour dinner with you?  Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Either way it is perceived in my mind, I am out there again.  I know that I will either sink or swim and I am crossing my fingers that it is swim but if not, have a towel waiting to dry me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231415970855418131-3656369044234078249?l=learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But most of all, I miss not having to do my "man projects."  These projects consist of taking the garbage out, changing a light bulb, fixing a broken door knob or even chasing a bird out of the house.  YEP...that's right, a bird.  Never did Jim and I have animals come in or around our house, but for some reason after he passed they seem to flock towards me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first moved in the house, I was wakened every morning but a rooster.  My first thought was, "Who in the hell would have a rooster at their house in a sub-division?"  Until I noticed it hanging out in MY backyard.  Like I didn't have enough problems to deal with, now I have a wild animal waking me every morning a 5:30am.  I have a 1 year old, an infant, insurance companies, a new house, depression and SO ON...COME ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning as I was dropping the kids off at daycare, I started talking with a neighbor.  I asked her if she knew who the rooster belonged too.  She started laughing and told me the whole neighborhood thought I brought it with me.  Knowing that Jim just passed, they were being nice not to say anything.  I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;!  Why would I want a roaster (aka a mean fighting cock in my eyes)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, knowing that it didn't belong to anyone, I called animal control and you know what they told me?  I had to catch it and they would pick it up.  ME CATCH A ROOSTER, HA!!!  That was pretty funny.  After many phone calls, they finally sent someone out to catch him or at least try to catch him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they showed up, he came out of the truck carrying a shot gun, yes a shot gun and a net. I knew I was in Kentucky!  What animal control carries a shot gun?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After chasing the rooster for 2 hours and missing his first shot, he finally got him.  I have to say it was my first time experiencing the statement "Running around like a chicken with his head cut off."&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, rooster's do the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5231415970855418131-7981094726831795824?l=learningtolivewithouthim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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