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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 23:18:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Not a Day Goes By.....</title><description>The Less than glamorous Life of a Less than glamorous Mom.</description><link>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NotADayGoesBy" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>NotADayGoesBy</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-7468474015481293083</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T00:31:52.710-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">infection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">torture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freak of nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crappy Doctors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">evil</category><title>Cruella De Vil</title><description>For the past 3 weeks I have had the nastiest Infection on my left Index Finger. Seriously, it's huge and swollen and a lovely shade of purple. It also hurts like hell but at the same time makes part of the Finger numb. I know, I am a freak of nature. So today, after having trouble getting dressed, I decided to go to the Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured she might be able to use local anesthesia and cut it open and we're done.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I ended up with Little Miss Torture*. She kept feeling it up with her hands and putting way too much pressure on it. No Biggie, I thought. She said she's gonna prescribe me something. It's kind of an Antibiotic but then again not. I am allergic to Penicillin and apparently 10 % of people allergic to Penicillin might have a severe Reaction to the stuff she prescribed me. Anyway, she decided to Lance it to get a Culture since it might be some new Superstrain of Bacteria. Again, I am a Freak of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is. The Lancer and my Finger. NO LOCAL ANESTHESIA! I may have screamed. It was worse than Child Birth. I shit you not. A little blood came out. That's it. She didn't even drain it or do anything to make it better. She just pissed it off and I almost passed out rom the pain. It still hurts like hell. That was my Day, how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She wore Denim Scrubs and had hair like Cruella De Vil. No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-7468474015481293083?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/qiK5d3Xc71M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/qiK5d3Xc71M/cruella-de-vil.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/10/cruella-de-vil.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-6392140963784015823</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T10:49:55.561-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TheHubby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog return</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Back after a long absence</title><description>I've been gone from this blog for 3 months now. I decided to take this break. I needed to spend more time with my Family. Anyway, I'm back. I know I probably don't have any readers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie started Kindergarten and he loves it. He's the smartest kid I know. Everytime other kids say they school he just stares at them in disbelief. He truely is a little Nerd. My little nerd.&lt;br /&gt;TheHubby still goes to work and I'm still a Stay-at-home mom. Except, that I'm selling Amway now. Times are hard and we need a little extra income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit Smoking. It has been hell for me. I just couldn't justify wasting my money on cigarettes anymore. I am officially SMOKE-FREE! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bad things that happened to us that I wish I could write and get it off my chest. Unfortunately I can't. It bothers me that I need to restrict what I write about but I know that Famil is reading this and Hubby doesn't want everybody to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do promise that I will try to post reularly again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-6392140963784015823?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/aUZPoVjxdQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/aUZPoVjxdQ8/back-after-long-absence.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-after-long-absence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-7474043072846586177</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T23:46:04.355-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dyshidrotic Eczema</category><title>Dyshidrotic Eczema</title><description>I'm sorry for being absent so long. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Life got me down. It was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had CutiePie's 5th Birthday Party this month. It was ok. We invited a bunch of kids from his Class but only 2 showed up. The rest of the Kids were neighbors. Here's my Issue. Why can nobody call to tell you they're not coming? Do they not think a 5 year old gets upset and disappointed that nobody showed up? Assholes. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing that's getting me down.&lt;br /&gt;We took CutiePie to a Dermatologist, finally.&lt;br /&gt;We got a Diagnosis but no Cure or Remedy that really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyshidrosis"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dyshidrotic Eczema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go ahead,click on it. It sucks. I feel guilty as a Mom. I feel like I have failed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a Prescription but nothing helps. It gets so bad he can barely walk. I cry.&lt;br /&gt;As a Mom I don't wanna see my child suffer. My heart breaks everytime I see him&lt;br /&gt;limping around. In June we will go in for a Biopsy to rule out some other stuff. I will&lt;br /&gt;be prepared. I have a long list of questions. How can we prevent it and treat it better.&lt;br /&gt;We need to know. I'm tired of having to pop huge bubbles on my sons feet. It hurts him.&lt;br /&gt;I want the suffering to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling since we found out. Especially since it only gets worse. Never better.&lt;br /&gt;Just worse. If any of you know anything that might help mail me. I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-7474043072846586177?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/K_UqAQYtJ3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/K_UqAQYtJ3s/dyshidrotic-eczema.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dyshidrotic-eczema.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-3554336477713682579</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T23:51:06.972-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parade</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Strep Throat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cow Chip Throwing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gross</category><title>Spit and Strep and Cow Shit</title><description>The Title says it all. The reason I haven't updated more.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Strep Throat. It's annoying and it made me appreciate being able to swallow so much more. Ahh, the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I know exactly how I got it. It's really gross to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had Strep Throat and apparently spit some nasty into my Pepsi Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid me, didn't notice and took a drink. I was wondering what the slimy thing was and asked the hubby. So yeah, that's how I got Strep Throat. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting busy around here, y'all. The Town is getting ready  for the &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2188"&gt;Cow Chip throwing Championship.&lt;/a&gt; I shit you not. They gather Cow Poop, let it dry and then throw to see who throws it the farthest. It's the mayor social event here. I've lived here for over 3 years now and have never seen the actual Event. Pathetic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;With that come the Parades, which in CutiePie's mind, are the greatest thing ever. Hello, they throw Free Candy. What's not to love, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year I will go to the Cowchip thing. Nothing better than enjoying Crazy People throw Cow Poop on a Saturday. Yay Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody is in the area let me know. Maybe we can meet and enjoy the festivities together. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-3554336477713682579?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/A2fYlQDzozU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/A2fYlQDzozU/spit-and-strep-and-cow-shit.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/04/spit-and-strep-and-cow-shit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-4030256871357283520</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-12T18:02:26.101-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Entrecard</category><title>Update about Entrecard</title><description>Well,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let everybody that uses Entrecard know. From now on I will only approve Ads paid with Credit and no more Paid Ads. I don't like the kind of ads show up with the Paid Ones. Also, I don't think it's very fair for Credit paid Blogs to have to share their Advertising Time with several other Paid Ads. I have cancelled all previously approved Paid Ads and will not Approve any of them in the Future. Let me know what y'all think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-4030256871357283520?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/5-4ytsLVEjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/5-4ytsLVEjg/update-about-entrecard.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-about-entrecard.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-9097306210258585417</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T17:29:11.669-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>The pain, he can't stand it anymore!</title><description>CutiePie is 4, almost 5. He also suffers from a disease. It's the cleaning up disease.&lt;br /&gt;He only gets it when he has to clean his room. He can clean for about 5 minutes and then it starts. First, his Legs hurt. Second, he experiences fatigue. Third, he gets a Headache. And last, he collapses to the Floor. I kid you not. It never fails. It's always those 4 steps. He has to clean his room and a few minutes ago he collapsed to the Floor. Seriously, it's awful. He told me that it is so painful, he can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall for it though. I know my kid. I actually think it's hilarious and he deserves an Oscar for his acting abilities. The Kid got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it wouldn't take him 5 hours to clean his Room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-9097306210258585417?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/7vtlZrppInI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/7vtlZrppInI/pain-he-cant-stand-it-anymore.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain-he-cant-stand-it-anymore.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1638081321397509325</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T00:57:34.985-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Dude!?</title><description>Oh, the dangers of sites like Facebook and Myspace. I looked up some old friends and crushes. Boy, am I glad I married my Husband. All those other guys turned terribly ugly. It's amazing what 6 years do to a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-1638081321397509325?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/trPUslg4h20" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/trPUslg4h20/dude.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-2701287037198084647</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T00:02:10.152-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Depressions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teenager</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">saving grace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">alcoholism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bullying</category><title>The not-so-popular one</title><description>Wow. The Ultimate Blog Party '09 went great. I had such a Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about the Old Days lately. At school. I went to an ALL GIRLS school. Now, don't feel sorry for me. It was my choice and for the first 3 years I loved it. I had really awesome Friends and was a really good student. After 8th Grade, though, it changed. My Friends changed, we didn't have the same interests anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I became the Lonely One.&lt;br /&gt;The one that sits alone, has nobody to talk to. My Grades started falling. I hated school. I eventually became friends with a group of girls that were a little like me. Once we all turned 16 we went out together. Went to the Clubs, got drunk. I developed a severe alcohol problem. We drank constantly. Then Boys got involved and everything turned sour. We all fought a lot. About Boys. Stupid, now I know. I became unpopular again. This time with a Twist.&lt;br /&gt;I got Bullied.&lt;br /&gt;I got insulted.&lt;br /&gt;I got threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to watch out, or else I'd end up dead. A Death Threat. By my former Friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared. I constantly skipped school out of Fear. I got Panic Attacks in Public.&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I was 17 I tried to cut my Wrists. With Scissors. I couldn't do it. Thank Goodness. I wouldn't have the Life I have now. My parents don't know any of this. I don't think they ever saw that something was wrong. But there was. Life became almost unbearable to me. Til I met my best Friend. The one in Ft. Hood. She was older than me. Took me under her wing. I owe her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt the need to share. I've just been thinking a lot lately and wanted to get it off my Chest. There's so many things I've kept to myself, I need to get rid off. Issues that are holding me back from Contacting my Parents, from becoming a happier person. I'm working on it. I don't wanna hold all these Crutches anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need to let Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-2701287037198084647?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/feWB_mzVZ5o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/feWB_mzVZ5o/not-so-popular-one.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-popular-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-3398551969315528074</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T23:42:32.709-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ultimate Blog Party 2009</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">5minutesformom</category><title>Ultimate Blog Party 2009!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/"&gt;&lt;img title="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2009" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/ubg1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time again. Time to Party!&lt;br /&gt;The Moms at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/"&gt;5minutesformom.com&lt;/a&gt; are hosting the Ultimate Blog Party 2009 !&lt;br /&gt;The Party is a great way to make new online friends, to gain more readers and to&lt;br /&gt;discover great Blogs. That's not all. Nope, you can also win some Prizes.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's holding you back? Go and Join the Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my name is Alexandra and this is my little Corner in the Blog World.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Oklahoma with my Husband and my almost 5 year old Son. I'm originally&lt;br /&gt;from Germany and struggle sometimes with the differences. Other than that I'm&lt;br /&gt;a pretty funny and dorky person. Enough, with the Formalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the Ice with a little Joke, courtesy of my Son:&lt;br /&gt;Knock, Knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Banana.....&lt;br /&gt;Banana who?&lt;br /&gt;Banana who split his Pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to have done the Trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to stay and have a look around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prizes I'd love to win the most are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 — $100 gift certificate to either &lt;a href="http://www.pedalcarsandretro.com/"&gt;Pedal Cars and Retro&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.a-rocking-horse-to-love.com/"&gt;A Rocking Horse To Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19 — $50 gift certificate to Target Stores&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58 – &lt;a href="http://www.momswhothink.com/contests/5minutesformom.com-blog-party.html"&gt;Kitchen Aid Artisan Stand Mixer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USC 51 — &lt;a href="http://cupcakecuddles.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=1"&gt;Two Flipper Toothbrush holders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USC 45 — &lt;a href="http://eleven.mysxorch.com/category/view-all" target="_blank"&gt;Pair of shoes from Eleven Collection Spring/Summer 09′&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USC 26 — &lt;a title="Company Site" href="http://www.hatleystore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;10 $50.00 Gift Vouchers to Hatley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USC 22 — 1 Free Amber Alert GPS child safety unit with one year of service.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, I'd be happy just to win anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-3398551969315528074?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/jiUc2PUEogg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/jiUc2PUEogg/ultimate-blog-party-2009.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-blog-party-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-7512715664722673486</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T01:35:52.965-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drought</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aching</category><title>Longing for Rain</title><description>I'm aching for Rain.&lt;br /&gt;It's been Months since we had Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dust.&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;You can't escape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trees.&lt;br /&gt;In desperate need of Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's March.&lt;br /&gt;Trees should be starting to carry leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dryness.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens.&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge. Somewhere, something is getting ravaged by Fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Aching for Rain.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smell of Rain.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how Rain gives Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-7512715664722673486?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/RrpfYmbp7u0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/RrpfYmbp7u0/longing-for-rain.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/03/longing-for-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-3203653682734818581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T21:52:58.875-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">February</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TheHubby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sick</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">economy</category><title>Sick, Sick and Sick</title><description>In a Nutshell? February Sucked. Big Time.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many things to write and no time at all. February was a constant stream of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick, CutiePie was sick and TheHubby was sick. All Month long. It was always something different. From Pneumonia to the Flu to some horrible Stomach Bug. Frankly, I was sick of February.&lt;br /&gt;March, I hope, won't be more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we were gonna sell the House?&lt;br /&gt;So not happening anymore. Why?&lt;br /&gt;The Economy, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Almost every week someone's getting Laid Off at TheHubby's Rig. Financially we're in no Position to move, right now. In fact, we're saving money, in case TheHubby would loose his Job.&lt;br /&gt;So far he still has a Job and I hope that won't change very soon. Who knows, things don't look very good in the Oil Field right now. We're hoping. And waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else in this Country.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Everytime he calls me I'm scared he's gonna tell me he lost his job.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a toll on me. I barely sleep. I get Panic attacks. I don't know. It's my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie's been doing great at school. I'm glad he loves school. He may not be the most athletic Kid but he sure is a little Academic. I love it. It's so much fun. He is so eager to learn and he soaks up knowledge like a little Sponge.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he will be 5 years old in April. Time's going by so fast. Too Fast. We try not to let CutiePie see and hear our worries. He has no idea, and that's how it should be. He will worry enough when he's an adult. Right now, he just needs to be a Kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-3203653682734818581?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/hGJGfAisCJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/hGJGfAisCJQ/sick-sick-and-sick.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-sick-and-sick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1430140592205001952</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T19:00:16.424-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cleaning Supplies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eco friendly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Green Works Wipes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Product Review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural</category><title>Green Works Wipes Blog Tour</title><description>I you're concerned about Cleaning Products that are Eco Friendly and not harmful to your Family, then you Must go &lt;a href="http://notadayreviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-works-blog-tour.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read about a Great Product by a Company you least expect it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. &lt;a href="http://notadayreviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-works-blog-tour.html"&gt;Read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-1430140592205001952?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/IuMBqZY3myI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/IuMBqZY3myI/green-works-wipes-blog-tour.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-works-wipes-blog-tour.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-7856755127860127904</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T23:28:45.107-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Doubts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">selling the house</category><title>Doubts</title><description>We found Buyers for the House.&lt;br /&gt;They're our Neighbors Brother and his Wife.&lt;br /&gt;I should be rejoicing, considering how much I bitched about the Town and the neighbors. Strangely, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my wish of moving to a bigger City would come true. But at what Price?&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie keeps telling me how he doesn't wanna move, how he loves the town we live in.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't wanna leave his Friends and his house.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he stay in school here?&lt;br /&gt;Those are questions he keeps asking.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why?&lt;br /&gt;Because Mommy wanted it this way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Can't I put my wish on hold for a while so CutiePie can have what he desires?&lt;br /&gt;TheHubby is excited, he's getting rid of this House. He gets to be closer to work. He thinks it's gonna be great. Me? Not so much. I'm gonna miss my Friend. Her kids. The bond me and her shared. The bond CutiePie and her kids shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I should be happy we found Buyers that quick, considering how the housing market and the economy are. I keep thinking how we're gonna rent an apartment first. No more Yard for CutiePie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My House. I will miss My house.&lt;br /&gt;It's not big or fancy in any way, but I love My House. It was the first House.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the One that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much I can do about it anymore. I guess I'll have to suck it up and get on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-7856755127860127904?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/uU34QCsnB08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/uU34QCsnB08/doubts.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/02/doubts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1570820608412787624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-07T22:54:17.179-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giveaway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">secret is in the sauce</category><title>Bedroom Bliss Giveaway at The Secret is in the Sauce</title><description>The Ladies at &lt;a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/2009/02/february-giveaway-bedroom-bliss.html"&gt;Secret is in the Sauce &lt;/a&gt;are having a Fabulous Giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;You can win 500 Threadcount sheets, 2 Memory Foam Pillows and a 30 $ Target Gift Card.&lt;br /&gt;I love giveaways, and I know everybody else does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, head on over to The Secret is in the Sauce to enter this Fab Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment, write a blog post and you're entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-1570820608412787624?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/JrApTWIEw7E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/JrApTWIEw7E/bedroom-bliss-giveaway-at-secret-is-in.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bedroom-bliss-giveaway-at-secret-is-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-3641936229596176419</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T22:56:03.922-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">selling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oklahoma</category><title>Quick Update</title><description>It seems like I never have the time anymore to blog. Last week our Friends from Texas came to visit for the weekend. It was stressful. A good kind of stressful. The kind of stressful that makes you all happy. I needed that. Now, I am again thinking of moving to where they live. I could have that feeling everyday. CutiePie could be around kids with Parents I like. Although, I asked CutiePie what he thinks of moving and he doesn't want to. He says he loves it here. Not sure he really is my kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Neighbors In-Laws came over yesterday to check out the House. I think they liked it but they didn't really say anything about buying it. Let's hope we'll find something out. They said it wouldn't be til May or June. Which would be perfect, since I wanna let CutiePie finish his first year of School without changing schools.&lt;br /&gt;The House needs some work done, but we told them it comes as is and that's why we'd sell it a little lower than what we know it's worth. No mayor work, just some cosmetic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was just a little update. I'm working on some better posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-3641936229596176419?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/eEOyEV1Iyjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/eEOyEV1Iyjo/quick-update.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-update.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-8601380163459664853</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T16:51:16.592-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nutrition</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obesity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prevention</category><title>Does my Child need a Healthy Diet?</title><description>I was asked this question recently by someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to thinking. A lot of the People I know, don't take the Time to feed their Kids right.&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't think I'm perfect. CutiePie gets the occasional Cookie or Candy. The thing I'm talking about is the fact that some Parents are too Lazy. They give their Kids Hot Dogs, Bologna and Microwave Food as the Main Diet. Another Mom I know cooks Hamburger Helpers every Day. Yes, I cook Hamburger Helper, but only once or twice a month. Also, I serve Veggies and Fruits with that. A child needs Nutrition. Of the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lives such a busy life, that often Healthy Meals take a back burner. How hard is it to cook a nutritious Meal everyday? IMO, not very hard. I do it every day. Take some kind of Meat&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ( or Fish or Chicken. Preferably Lean and Organic.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, fresh Vegetables &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( usually 2 kinds of veggies,since Potato in any form is a must for TheHubby and CutiePie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Grains of any Kind, Salad, Fruits for Dessert. There, not that hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, most of the Time CutiePie prefers Fruits or Veggies to Candies or Cookies. I see the difference between my Kid and the other Kids. CutiePie is rarely ever sick. He looks much healthier than most kids. It's important to me that CutiePie has a healthy Diet. It sets the Foundation for when he's older. He will know what's Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity is such an Issue now. I don't want my Kid to suffer. A few simple steps can prevent a lifelong suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-8601380163459664853?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/IocHQrbIT6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/IocHQrbIT6c/does-my-child-need-healthy-diet.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-my-child-need-healthy-diet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-7370171039311159715</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T12:52:44.199-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2009</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TheHubby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">report card</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heater</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gnaw</category><title>Ramblings</title><description>At Midnight on New Years Eve, I said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let's hope 2009 will be a good year. Let's hope it will be easier for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1st 2009 our Heater stopped Working. It was Freezing. TheHubby, CutiePie and me all slept in a bed together. Snuggled under 6 Blankets. Well, Thankfully the next day someone came and fixed the Heater. Still, what a great Start to the New Year. Yeah, I'm a little upset but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie got his second Report Card. He's doing outstanding in his Social and Emotional Behavior. ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take that all the Jerks who said my Kid was socially awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the other Hand, he still didn't see any reason to write his Name in School. Or to Listen to Classroom and Playground Rules. When you ask why, he'll tell you that Rules are meant to be broken. What a little Smart butt. He can write his Name perfectly at Home. He just never feels like it at School. He's got a good Report Card and overall I'm happy and pleased with it. Just minor Details he needs to improve on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear something lives in the Wall of our House. The other Day I heard something Gnaw in there. It was a loud Gnaw. I told TheHubby about it but he hasn't checked it out yet. I hope there's nothing in there. Especially no Rat. If it's a Rat I will move out. I hate Rats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-7370171039311159715?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/NhxpWml7JnM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/NhxpWml7JnM/ramblings.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramblings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1353651030847852621</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T19:00:55.486-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">badge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I've been blogged</category><title>I've been Blogged.</title><description>I am flattered.&lt;br /&gt;I check my Emails and see that I've been reviewed by &lt;a href="http://www.blogged.com/"&gt;Blogged.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been reviewed before and I'm really excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the Fancy Badge that shows the Score I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogged.com/blogs/not-a-day-goes.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Not A Day Goes By... at Blogged" alt="Not A Day Goes By... at Blogged" src="http://www.blogged.com/icons/rt_76374.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that awesome??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-1353651030847852621?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/aEv6iE64rnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/aEv6iE64rnU/ive-been-blogged.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-blogged.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1334978335009006567</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T15:49:27.973-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">auld lang syne</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2009</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mairi campbell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2008</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy new year</category><title>Happy New Year!</title><description>I wish all of you a Happy New Year! May 2009 be better than 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Singer I love, Mairi Campbell. She has the most beautiful Version of Auld Lang Syne. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QhEttY5i9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QhEttY5i9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/34533730-1334978335009006567?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/M_koU1jOcLo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/M_koU1jOcLo/happy-new-year.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-4813711430953301427</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-25T20:31:14.797-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>Merry Christmas!</title><description>We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Happy Hannuka , we wish you a Happy Kwanzaa and whatever Holiday it is!  ( sung to the tune of We wish you a Merry Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody is enjoying the Holidays and their Time with their Family, Friends and Loved Ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-4813711430953301427?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/EvP3ZOBk4-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/EvP3ZOBk4-E/merry-christmas.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-8424743972574787936</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T17:09:48.181-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">highway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ticket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gainesville</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oklahoma</category><title>Brought to you by the Texas Department of Public Safety</title><description>I forgot to mention that I got a Speeding Ticket. My First one.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost in Oklahoma, outside of Gainesville, when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;81 in a 70 Zone. Over are the Days where I could guilt trip TheHubby into not speeding. Here's the Ticket. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280899289178183170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6ZEOs1A9U/SUmF7JIUFgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rnx0P6bKm_E/s320/SpeedTicket+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-8424743972574787936?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/dAg8XcCWhME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/dAg8XcCWhME/brought-to-you-by-texas-department-of.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6ZEOs1A9U/SUmF7JIUFgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rnx0P6bKm_E/s72-c/SpeedTicket+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/12/brought-to-you-by-texas-department-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-1054136070146930640</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T19:33:38.395-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CutiePie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mommyhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Conversation with a 4 year old...</title><description>CutiePie:  " Remember, when you ate Food and then I was in your Tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:           " What?"&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie:  " Don't you know, when Mommies want a Baby they eat Food and then the Baby is in&lt;br /&gt;                    the Tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:           " Oh yes, I do remember. Now you're a big boy, though."&lt;br /&gt;CutiePie:  " I know, I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean, I can't eat anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-1054136070146930640?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/WcrfNVWIY4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/WcrfNVWIY4E/conversation-with-4-year-old.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-with-4-year-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-2980331295192759677</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T15:14:41.962-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brainwashing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cocktails</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FT.Hood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">born-again</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><title>Random</title><description>After all the Drama that came with Thanksgiving, we decided to take a bit of a Break.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Ft. Hood last week and came back on Monday. It was fun, but it was also stressful. I ended up sick the whole time we were there. So did TheHubby. We really like the Area down there and we are seriously thinking about moving there next year. It will be the same distance to Hubby's Work. Plus, Friends. Friends you can hang out with. Friends who don't always try to brainwash you into becoming a Born-Again Christian. 'cause People, I have no desire to become a Born-Again. I am quite happy with life as it is. Also, CutiePie was excited about all the things you can do down there. Like Putt-Putt Golf and going to &lt;a href="http://www.wazoospartykilleen.com/"&gt;Wazoo's&lt;/a&gt;. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that, while having a Girls Night Out, you should never Mix Fruity Cocktails with Bloody Mary's. Trust Me, don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up Yesterday to snow. Like 3 to 5 inches of Snow. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;There's more to tell but not much time right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-2980331295192759677?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/_pMfYt5V1eY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/_pMfYt5V1eY/random.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-4236500149330027922</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T00:49:26.492-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">What the Hell?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In-Laws</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thanksgiving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drama</category><title>The Thanksgiving that could've been Good but ended up Bad.</title><description>Happy Late Thanksgiving to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy Cooking and Baking for the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Thanksgiving Dinner on Tuesday since TheHubby had to leave for Work on Wednesday. We had his Parents and his Brother with his Family come over. It actually went really Good. Everybody got along great. Great Food and Conversations were shared. So, stupid me thought this could actually be a great Holiday season. Well, it all came crashing down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my Brother-in Laws and his Family's Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday. It was alright. Except all the Food was cold and I was largely ignored by almost everybody. Such is my Life.&lt;br /&gt;After a while my sister-in-law asked me if I could help her 14-year old Niece, Sarah,  with her Myspace Page. Silly me, I did. I helped her pick a new Background, put some Music and Pictures on it.&lt;br /&gt;No Biggie, right? Yeah, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the Drama.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a Phone Call by a very pissed off Woman today. The Niece's Grandmother, Janet.&lt;br /&gt;What I was thinking changing Sarah's password and telling her to lie. I tell her that I had nothing to do with that. I only helped with the Background and blahblahblah. It got a little heated and I hang up the phone. Apparently Sarah isn't allowed to a little Privacy and Janet regularly signs onto her Myspace account to check up on Sarah's Friends and to make sure she can pretend to be Sarah and alienate her Friends. I call my Sister-in-law to tell her what just happened. I then tell her that she needs to call Janet and explain to her that she was the one changing the password and making her a new email account,because I don't like being blamed for stuff I haven't done. Sister-in-law says she will and I think everything is cleared up. Here goes my Phone again. Crazy Janet cusses me out and I hang up. She then calls 20 freaking times in 2 minutes. I just hang up on her. She writes me a message through Myspace saying I'm a Liar.&lt;br /&gt;She calls again, I answer. I then proceed to explain to her, Calmly, what's really going on. I tell her I'm done with it and she needs to stop harassing me or I will call the Police. She then responds by threatening me. She's not done with me,yet, and she will kick my Ass. Classy, right?&lt;br /&gt;She also mentions that if I call the Cops she will sue me for Harassment. What the Heck? Apparently helping her Granddaughter put music and pictures on Myspace is called harassment. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't handle Situations like this very good and spent most of my Day crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying because I am so freaking Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Crying because everything I do gets twisted.&lt;br /&gt;Crying because I need my Husband and he's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? I have no clue how to handle Crap like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-4236500149330027922?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/Bd2xRm0RVag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/Bd2xRm0RVag/thanksgiving-that-couldve-been-good-but.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-that-couldve-been-good-but.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34533730.post-13938194704923012</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T23:57:41.245-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rejection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In-Laws</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>The Post that was saved for a long time, and now I'm ready and not emotional at all.</title><description>&lt;em&gt;A couple of Weeks ago, me and my Sister-in-law got into an argument. It was about her and the other people of my Husbands Family never coming to visit. Never showing interest in the CutiePie. This is my response to her little Rant about me on her Myspace Blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never mentioned any off that. You said because of your sister staying there and your bringing you diapers for the kids. I was being hateful and mean because that's what everyone has been to my Child. My Child is the one getting his heart broken and crying how his Grandparents and Aunt and Uncle don't love him. My Child is the one who always is second to your kids. My Child is the one who wonders why nobody from Laverne showed up to any of his Soccer Games. How, SIL, how do you explain to a 4 year old all those things without hurting him even more?? Do you know how much it hurts to see my Kid being treated this Way? CutiePie is the one who gets hurt all the time. I can live with rejection but a 4 year old can't. I'm hurt. I'm disappointed. Not for myself but for my Child. I wish CutiePie would get the attention and love your Kids get from TheGrandparents, but that will never be the Case. I have to accept it and I can. CutiePie, he can't. You guys don't even know what you're missing by not getting more involved in his Life. He's smart and funny. He's a very compassionate and considerate kid. He's well behaved and all he wants is what other kids have. All he wants is Grandparents and an Uncle and Aunt who are there for him. Family that will cheer on him at his Soccer Games. Family that is interested. Family who will drive 45 minutes without Complaining about the Drive and the Money. We do that for you guys. We come down there to visit and to show our love to your Kids. Why can I not expect the same for my Kid?? I shouldn't have went off on you. It was wrong and I apologize. I just couldn't keep it together anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34533730-13938194704923012?l=alexboldes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~4/fOezq5OFX4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotADayGoesBy/~3/fOezq5OFX4I/post-that-was-saved-for-long-time-and.html</link><author>alexboldes@yahoo.com (Alexandra)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alexboldes.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-that-was-saved-for-long-time-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
