<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8350746529906530476</id><updated>2024-10-07T00:39:05.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as *I* know it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-764355790494618097</id><published>2011-11-21T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:57:17.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress is sooo fun!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, not.&amp;nbsp; Ted and I are wondering how in the Hell we are going to come up with money for Christmas...oh! And the money to not get evicted!&amp;nbsp; Fun, right?!? Ha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dip shit stopped paying child support back in June, then our food stamps were cancelled becauase Ted makes too much money (when he gets overtime), then Ted stopped getting overtime.&amp;nbsp; Sooooo we are out about $500/month at least.&amp;nbsp; Our rent is behind, our electric is behind, we havent bought christmas gifts yet.... *sigh*&amp;nbsp; I love when things come together &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; to mess things up.&amp;nbsp; I went to the Department of Human Services (DHS) on Thursday to try and get back on food stamps and to try and get emergency assistance. &quot;We&#39;ll call you in 7-10 days with an answer&quot; does &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; help me now.&amp;nbsp; It drives me nuts that I am so honest to these people...&amp;nbsp; If I just lied like &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; else I would still be getting $400/month!! But noooo I was honest and it was cut to $200/month.&amp;nbsp; Then I was honest again and they were stopped.&amp;nbsp; Lovely.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not like Ted and I blow money.&amp;nbsp; I dont have my nails done... I dont have fancy hair highlights... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::Random Ray of Sunshine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Soon enough I will be able to get a new phone from Verizon, since my 2 years will be up in Feb.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to get an iPhone.&amp;nbsp; We will see.&amp;nbsp; Maybe with my christmas money (if I get any).&amp;nbsp; My Blackberry is driving me insane.&amp;nbsp; I hate that damn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/764355790494618097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/11/stress-is-sooo-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/764355790494618097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/764355790494618097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/11/stress-is-sooo-fun.html' title='Stress is sooo fun!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-2035630654056585762</id><published>2011-10-10T05:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T05:09:41.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings and stuff!</title><content type='html'>Well Ted finally picked a date for our wedding.&amp;nbsp; July 21st, 2012!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;LOL. My silly man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I made a whole chicken the other night for Ted&#39;s daughter, Melanie, and her boyfriend Ryan (He&#39;s a keeper!).&amp;nbsp; It was GOOD! Go me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Speaking of Melanie...&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s my maid of honor (or witness if we just go to J.O.P.)!!﻿ How exciting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So Ted and I went to his cousins wedding Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; What a blast!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been far too long since I attended a wedding.&amp;nbsp; The last wedding I went to was the night before Noah&#39;s baptism and I couldn&#39;t really drink (Boo!).&amp;nbsp; But last night...... I drank. And drank... And DRANK.&amp;nbsp; I started off with good intentions... I had a small glass of white zin.&amp;nbsp; You can&#39;t chug that!&amp;nbsp; Then I had a Jack &amp;amp; coke... I drank it a little fast, but I wasn&#39;t buzzed yet so no biggie.&amp;nbsp; Then I decide I want something fruity.&amp;nbsp; So the bartender makes a concoction that probably has a name, though I never asked.&amp;nbsp; It was cherry vodka, sprite, cherry juice, and a cherry garnish.&amp;nbsp; WOOOOO those were good!&amp;nbsp; They were sooo smooth.. maybe a bit &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; smooth.&amp;nbsp; Before I knew it I had consumed 5 of them (plus the wine and jack)!&amp;nbsp; Then everything was in slow motion and I was sitting there staring at one spot lol.&amp;nbsp; Luckily someone ordered a bunch of pizza.&amp;nbsp; After two slices of pizza and a glass of water I was feeling fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::&lt;u&gt;Random Ray of Sunshine&lt;/u&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Noah is back on track with nighttime potty training.&amp;nbsp; He hasn&#39;t wet the bed in I don&#39;t even know how long. Yay!&amp;nbsp; Pooping at night is still an issue though.&amp;nbsp; But, in my opinion, it&#39;s easier cleanup than pee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/9mF0wINF0wg?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;(Yeah yeah, it&#39;s not from 2112... but it&#39;s my favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/2035630654056585762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/10/weddings-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/2035630654056585762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/2035630654056585762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/10/weddings-and-stuff.html' title='Weddings and stuff!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-6541304136267084300</id><published>2011-09-21T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:09:18.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>When I was about 6-7 weeks pregnant with Clara, I started getting severe morning sickness (and afternoon sickness, evening sickness, midnight sickness, etc).&amp;nbsp; I was in bed from the end of October until about early-mid December.&amp;nbsp; It was horrible.&amp;nbsp; Just the &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; of a smell would get me sick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, I have Ted.&amp;nbsp; He took over many things. Cooking dinner, cleaning, taking care of Noah, and even grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Great right? Well... at the time, yes. Now... not so much.&amp;nbsp; I forgot how to grocery shop!&amp;nbsp; Before I had Ted do the shopping I was able to keep tabs of how much money I would spend on what was in my cart.&amp;nbsp; 9 times out of 10 I was within $10-$20 of the final total.&amp;nbsp; But I forgot how to do that! Completely!&amp;nbsp; I used to go shopping at midnight to avoid the crowds and to avoid having to take Noah because he loves helping.&amp;nbsp; So when I went shopping on Tuesday, I had Noah with me AND it was about 6pm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;BAD COMBO. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I ended up spending about $100 more than I had wanted.&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking of things that we were out of (not &lt;em&gt;needed,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;but we were out of it), and things that I had wanted to get, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;oh look! cute little baby jammies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and planning meals in my head....&amp;nbsp; I went to the check out and almost pooped my pants! &quot;Ted is gonna beat my ass when I get home&quot; was all I could think during the ride home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I get home, and Ted jumps up to unload the groceries while I&#39;m putting things away... just waiting for him to ask how much I had spent.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s seeing all the meat I had purchased, and the outfit, and the little snacks... he&#39;s going to ask me soon... *looks for a place to hide* &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;maybe I can hide in the fridge... He&#39;ll never look for me in there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;So how much did you spend?...&quot; he finally says.&amp;nbsp; I take a deep breath and begin to explain... &quot;-looks like about hmmmm $237. Right?&quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;What the fuck?? How did he know? Where is the receipt? Ok, it&#39;s in my pocket... How did he know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted starts laughing hysterically... CLEARLY he sees the &#39;deer in headlights&#39; look on my face.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I saw the charge to my card online, dork!&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Dick face... creeped me out. LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I told him that he needs to go back to doing the shopping because I dont think I can do it lol.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ll see how &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::Random Ray of Sunshine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Look how cute those jammies are on Clara!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316390_10150375172415862_669575861_10387659_1339702104_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; hca=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316390_10150375172415862_669575861_10387659_1339702104_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;And also, Noah and I made little personal pizzas for dinner.&amp;nbsp; They were simple and delicious!&amp;nbsp; He was very happy to help me make them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308328_10150376482020862_669575861_10392547_4763897_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; hca=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/308328_10150376482020862_669575861_10392547_4763897_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/6541304136267084300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/6541304136267084300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/6541304136267084300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-557318778826021968</id><published>2011-09-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:07:27.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by too fast</title><content type='html'>I got pregnant with Clara back in October...&amp;nbsp; I went onto you tube looking for videos of people finding out the gender of their baby or announcing their pregnancy to family and friends.&amp;nbsp; I ended up finding a Vlog that I have watched in it&#39;s entirety ever since I discovered it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I actually began to feel like I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; this family (Not in a creepy way lol).&amp;nbsp; I basically have watched their youngest son grow up since he was a month old.&amp;nbsp; I shared their joy with each new milestone they shared online.&amp;nbsp; Today I watched a video montage of his first year, as his 1st birthday draws near.&amp;nbsp; I actually felt such happiness while watching the video that&amp;nbsp;I cried.&amp;nbsp; Their little boy will be a year old.&amp;nbsp; A YEAR!&amp;nbsp; As a mom, I know how fast that first year goes by.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s scary and amazing.&amp;nbsp; Clara is growing faster than I care to realize.&amp;nbsp; Soon, I will be wondering where all the time went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please enjoy the video of Declan&#39;s first year...&amp;nbsp; Try and tell me that it doesn&#39;t make you cry. lol&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I wrote this entire blog with ONE&amp;nbsp; hand!!!&amp;nbsp; GO ME!!&amp;nbsp; SUPER MOM!!!&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/557318778826021968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-goes-by-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/557318778826021968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/557318778826021968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-goes-by-too-fast.html' title='Time goes by too fast'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-5698617857672377336</id><published>2011-09-08T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:45:59.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps I spoke too soon...</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a previous post that Noah was finally going to bed without a diaper on and was doing very well.&amp;nbsp; Well, since that post he has wet the bed every night.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t mind because I am still awake and not doing anything.&amp;nbsp; What stinks is how much he cries when he does it.&amp;nbsp; I feel so bad for him.&amp;nbsp; I can tell that he feels so ashamed of wetting the bed...&amp;nbsp; He hates it.&amp;nbsp; I hate that he hates it.&amp;nbsp; I just finished cleaning up after a bed wetting minutes before I began writing this.&amp;nbsp; He slept about 5 hours before wetting the bed.&amp;nbsp; (midnight is the last time I heard him talking in his room).&amp;nbsp; I am wondering if I should start waking him up to go to the bathroom at night... I am clueless about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I feel bad for it taking so long to get him potty trained... and I wasn&#39;t the one to get him started on it.&amp;nbsp; My mother is.&amp;nbsp; Thank God for her doing that while I was in the hospital having Clara because I would have had two kids in diapers. Yikes! But Noah never seemed to want to try to do it.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;d pee in his little potty... but it became more of a way to avoid going to bed by shouting &quot;OH! I think I need to go potty!&quot;.&amp;nbsp; He should have&amp;nbsp;been starting pre-k this year... but with him not being able to poop without freaking out because he had been holding it for so long and now there is a brick in there... it just doesn&#39;t seem like a possibility.&amp;nbsp; He deserves to go to school.&amp;nbsp; He is so smart and he loves people.&amp;nbsp; He needs real friends...&amp;nbsp; No-ee*, Noggy*, Kimbeelee*, and The Ant family* (*-imaginary) aren&#39;t enough for him.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had gotten him to potty train sooner... *sigh*.&amp;nbsp; But I was so clueless about potty training a boy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of imaginary friends.....&amp;nbsp; I just went into Noah&#39;s room because he was talking too much.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; &quot;There is an imaginary monkey in my room bouncin&#39; all over the place!&quot;.&amp;nbsp; He also says that there is an imaginary door that I had to close, lock, and bring him the key to because &quot;that is where the imaginary animals are coming in from&quot;, and then he tells me that he has an imaginary bird in his bed... but it&#39;s ok because it&#39;s his best friend.&amp;nbsp; So I did the ol&#39; &quot;spray &lt;strike&gt;Windex&lt;/strike&gt; imaginary animal spray&quot; bit to take care of the monkey and &quot;lock&quot; the door he came from and now all is quiet in his room.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So, after being engaged for nearly a year, Ted finally said that late spring-early fall would be good for a wedding.&amp;nbsp; He has yet to pick a date (I asked him to pick), but I can&#39;t complain.&amp;nbsp; This is great!&amp;nbsp; Just one month ago when I brought it up he said that he didn&#39;t want to rush into things because he&#39;s had two unsuccessful marriages (Both of which, he was married within a year of being with them (We&#39;ve been together for over 3 years)).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m excited.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re not going to have a large wedding, as a matter of fact... I&amp;nbsp;think I&#39;m content with just immediate family at a little chapel with a freaking BBQ somewhere afterwards.&amp;nbsp; I just want to be married to the man I love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::Random Ray of Sunshine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;My bed is &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; clear of laundry!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been covered in clean, unfolded clothes since Clara was about a month old.&amp;nbsp; Ted and I sleep on the couch, so we didn&#39;t really see the need to have the bed cleared off.&amp;nbsp; But now that she is starting to sleep more regularly... perhaps we can relocate.&amp;nbsp; I miss my bed.&amp;nbsp; My love seat just isn&#39;t cutting it anymore.&amp;nbsp; I need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/5698617857672377336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/perhaps-i-spoke-too-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/5698617857672377336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/5698617857672377336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/perhaps-i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='Perhaps I spoke too soon...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-219351317112451066</id><published>2011-09-04T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:11:28.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of Freddie</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be (what would have been) Freddie Mercury&#39;s 65th birthday. It fills my heart with sadness that he had to die.&amp;nbsp; He was 45 when he died...&amp;nbsp; Ted will be turning 46 in October and I cannot imagine him dying at this age.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s so young. (Funny how my perspective of &quot;old&quot; has changed through the years).&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember being young and listening to Queen cassettes with my mom not knowing that Freddie was gone.&amp;nbsp; I was young and just loved listening to Queen.&amp;nbsp; I remember listening to Bohemian Rhapsody and having no idea what it was about.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t know about homosexuality or AIDS...&amp;nbsp; I just knew that Freddie was the greatest artist that has ever lived.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As I got older, I listened to more and more Queen.&amp;nbsp; More recently, I watched&amp;nbsp;a documentary of Queen and cried at the end when they talked about Freddie&#39;s death.&amp;nbsp; He died because of something that wasn&#39;t even that well known.&amp;nbsp;(&amp;nbsp;HIV was initially known as GRID which stood for Gay-Related Immune Deficiency. Nice, eh?&amp;nbsp; Then it was known as The 4H Disease because &quot;it seemed to single out Haitians, Homosexuals, Hemophiliacs and Heroin users&quot;....) &lt;br /&gt;
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Freddie died from and AIDS related illness the day after he announced that he was ill.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine?&amp;nbsp; Announcing to the world that you are dying... then succumbing to the illness just over 24 hours after?&amp;nbsp; Scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::Random Ray of Sunshine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Noah has successfully slept through the night without a diaper for the past two nights!!&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of him!!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been a long struggle with getting him potty trained, but he is finally doing it!! The only thing left to work on is wiping- no biggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/219351317112451066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-honor-of-freddie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/219351317112451066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/219351317112451066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-honor-of-freddie.html' title='In honor of Freddie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-5646401931164199142</id><published>2011-09-02T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:11:43.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children&#39;s shows are a 50/50 shot.</title><content type='html'>When I was living with my mother after Noah was born I would watch PBS kids with him.&amp;nbsp; When Ted and I got an apartment together we couldnt get PBS kids without spending extra money on a bigger cable package.&amp;nbsp; So we started watching Nick Jr..&amp;nbsp; Half of these shows are great!&amp;nbsp; I adore The Fresh Beat Band (except Kiki... I want to stab her in the face), Bubble Guppies, and Backyardigans.&amp;nbsp; But there are certain shows on this channel that make me want to throw things at my ridiculously priced TV.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Dino Dan- This show features a boy named Dan.&amp;nbsp; He loves dinosaurs.&amp;nbsp; He has a brother named Trek (wierd, I know).&amp;nbsp; Dan sees dinosaurs all over the place and learns a lot about them throughout each episode.&amp;nbsp; Great!&amp;nbsp; I love my son naming dinosaurs that I cant even spell! But what gets me is the hoooooorrible acting.&amp;nbsp; It is awful!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My darling daughter has a favorite parent.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not me. It makes me sad... yet happy.&amp;nbsp; Noah only had me for the first year and a half... his dad was part time.&amp;nbsp; He never bonded with his dad.&amp;nbsp; I never got to see Noah interect with the man I loved because that man was non existent. But with Clara, I get to see her smile and laugh at her dad when he gets home from work.&amp;nbsp; I love that he is the only one who can get her to laugh.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could too, but I&#39;m happy that she is happy with us both.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll get my chance soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve had a horrible headache for the past few days.&amp;nbsp; The kind that makes your entire head throb if you hold your breathe (ex: picking up Clara).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve taken my typical headache medicine, but it&#39;s not working.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve tried more caffiene, less caffiene, more sleep, less sleep.... NOTHING IS WORKING!&amp;nbsp; I assume it&#39;s part of my monthly gift for being a woman... and hope it ends with the end of my &quot;gift&quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I made a rump roast on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; It was my first.&amp;nbsp; I actually did well!!!&amp;nbsp; I could&#39;ve taken it out of the oven a little sooner, but it wasn&#39;t dry so I was happy.&amp;nbsp; I also throw some carrots and potatoes in there with it.&amp;nbsp; Carrots are a rarity for me because Ted and Noah won&#39;t eat them.&amp;nbsp; It was so delicious!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m proud of myself and extremely thankful for the internet.&amp;nbsp; Without it, I never would have tried to make a rump roast without an experienced rump roaster here to help me lol. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;::Random Ray of Sunshine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Noah I sang Clara to sleep last night and it was the most precious thing I&#39;ve ever seen!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/5646401931164199142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/childrens-shows-are-5050-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/5646401931164199142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/5646401931164199142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/childrens-shows-are-5050-shot.html' title='Children&#39;s shows are a 50/50 shot.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8350746529906530476.post-8614722750969282775</id><published>2011-09-01T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:31:27.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So it (re)starts...</title><content type='html'>I used to blog quite frequently but, since I dont exactly have the fondest things to say 99% of the time, I stopped.&amp;nbsp; But then I realized that I really don&#39;t care (Thank you, CafeMom!).&lt;br /&gt;
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I suppose I should make a promise to myself right now that no matter how bitchy I get when posting-- I will make it a point to write about something good...&lt;br /&gt;
*Puts right hand on mouse* I, Mandi, do swear to put a little ray of sunshine in my darkest of blogs no matter how off topic. Thanks be to jeebus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, now that THAT&#39;S out of the way... lol.&lt;br /&gt;
I realized today how amazing it is to have two kids.&amp;nbsp; I also realized how much I truly despise Noah&#39;s dad.&amp;nbsp; I guess I&#39;m happy that he isn&#39;t a part of Noah&#39;s life, but at the same time I am sickened by it.&amp;nbsp; How could someone have a child and never come around to see him?&amp;nbsp; How could he hand me&amp;nbsp;my 14 month old son&amp;nbsp;after a brief visit and *POOF* never see him again?&amp;nbsp; Then, at a court date for child support, he didnt even ask about his son... HOW?&amp;nbsp; Why fight me so hard for visitation only to turn around and stop seeing Noah?&amp;nbsp; Was it all because your family made you?&amp;nbsp; Was I wrong to think that you loved your son? &lt;br /&gt;
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No worries though D***...&amp;nbsp; your son doesnt know who you are.&amp;nbsp; You are a stranger.&amp;nbsp; Ted however, loves Noah.&amp;nbsp; He has been Noah&#39;s REAL father since he was 1 1/2.&amp;nbsp; I hope you are happy in your new life.&amp;nbsp; I hope your fiance has no issues with emotional abuse/manipulation.&amp;nbsp; I hope you aren&#39;t surprised when someday you get a letter in the mail telling you that I want your parental rights terminated.&amp;nbsp; I also hope you go with it so that MY family can be happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I made pumpkin bread at 3am and it is sooooooo dense and delicious....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/feeds/8614722750969282775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-it-restarts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/8614722750969282775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8350746529906530476/posts/default/8614722750969282775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiii04.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-it-restarts.html' title='So it (re)starts...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>