tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41418064450384619332024-03-05T10:26:30.368-05:00I Now Pronounce You: Husband, Wife and Two Crazy DogsMrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-17361929005306549002010-04-23T10:10:00.001-04:002010-04-23T10:37:33.958-04:00Friday Fun Day!So after another long sleepless night, my child is napping like an angel. I'm not exactly sure why he choses to be up every 2 hours during the night, be up for the day at 6:30 then take a wonderful nap at 9:00. I'm not complaining, I LOVE his morning naps. I get to have a cup of coffee, catch up on my shows, read a few blogs...but couldn't we compromise and get a good nights sleep til 7:30-8ish and then go from there? I'm a night girl by nature, but that means I like going to bed at 6:30, not getting up then. Anyways...<br /><br />It's my own fault I get no sleep at night. Little man has been sleeping in his crib since we moved into this house, so since he was about 3 months old. His crib however is <em>still</em> in our bedroom. I just can't let Mr. Football move it yet, <em>even though he threatens to everyday</em>. I love the house we moved in to. Its spacious, it has enough yard for the dogs to do their business, it has a separate family room so Mr. Football can watch/play whatever he wants, but the bedrooms are on the first level. That wouldn't be such a big deal except the master is on the second level. So for little man to be in his own room, he's an entire floor away from me <em>and </em>has ground level windows. I know I'm a little neurotic but I just can't let him sleep all by himself down there. And what if someone broke in his window? (The Lindbergh baby was taken from a second story bedroom you know.) <em>I know I'm crazy. </em>So for now, I deal with getting no sleep because he wakes up all the time. But I'd rather have him waking me up then be worried about him all by himself...<br /><br />So once he wakes up from his wonderful morning nap, we're meeting Mr. Football for lunch then going to the aquarium! Maybe I'll try to sneak in a nap too. Happy Friday!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-47351542202181539122010-04-22T07:28:00.003-04:002010-04-22T07:38:41.415-04:00long lost friend...<div align="center">We used to be friends,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">GREAT friends...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">What happened?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We used to spend such quality time together,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">hours and hours and hours</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You brought me such peace and serenity </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I feel absolutely lost without you...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Will we ever be friends again?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I miss you sleep...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462924050807201058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPZYUNLS5MJbflTd3fgL4dqOtYBt4KRXeQl5VS5GdYTIgIWKXwDy3hHzhqhAyXoupTBxuWeHJcrsRAJb94cY4x0mnGYAuYqo7ae8x_Yh2afSIU9SwNsxd6MgIjVK7uDqFbgYvqLlTkjxu/s320/4-19-10.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">this cutie patootie thinks its necessary to get up every hour the last few nights...</p><p align="center">he thinks his mom might be doing somthing fun without him.</p><p align="center">I'm not.</p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-13928664234845974012010-04-14T22:07:00.002-04:002010-04-14T22:45:58.508-04:00strange happinessThis came today...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180354808083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXMys6lFejLo80G28GsWVRWLcKcX5V-IUAzZFq6jhQkj06UVHKeWZ60lLYLECWuvtj3Ti6xgU1R9Voa9HQJhx2uhyphenhyphenMtU0XdWlDo46MObx3UGRN1-YwXXUITvEOhLuRq18PfVq7n51CqTB/s320/dyson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>And even though it wasn't a surprise since I <em>did</em> order it last weekend and UPS <em>did</em> call me twice yesterday to confirm that they were coming, my heart still skipped a beat when the door bell rang today. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Now I make it quite clear that I do NOT enjoy cleaning...not even a little. Vacuuming definitely falls into that cleaning category, but since I have a little munchkin man who is now rolling and heartbreakingly close to crawling (he scoots on his belly already) I decided to suck it up (literally) and get a new vacuum. Theres just something not right with setting your baby on the floor to play and picking up a <s>third dog </s>I mean fur covered child.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>It's so pretty and shiny and new still...I almost hate to dirty it up. </div><div></div><div>And to make it even sweeter, Mr. Football decided it looked pretty cool and wanted to try it out.</div><div><br />I happily obliged...</div>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-5322436882756422232010-04-12T21:16:00.015-04:002010-04-14T23:05:02.429-04:00It's my party....<p align="center"><a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/19667/ultimate-blog-party-2010/"><img title="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/blog_party_banner_horiz.png" /></a></p>Well I'm back, so why not join the <span style="color:#cc66cc;">p</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">a</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">r</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">t</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y</span>?! I was catching up on my blogs and saw that <a href="http://tryingourbest.blogspot.com/">the mrs. </a>from <a href="http://tryingourbest.blogspot.com/">Trying Our Best </a>and <a href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/">Nan</a> from <a href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/">Mom's The Word </a>both had party posts this weekend. I was curious so I headed over to <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/">5 Minutes for Mom's </a>to check it out...you should too!<br /><br />So I guess I'll introduce myself...<br /><br /><br />I go by Mrs. Not-so-Domesticated because thats what I am. I only know how to cook like 3 things, I <strong>hate</strong> doing dishes, cleaning? I'd rather have dental work done. Laundry gets done on an as needed basis. Grocery shopping consists of buying Cherry C*ke Zero and swiss cake rolls. (I should buy stock in Little Debb*e) Yet somehow I found a sweet and wonderful and more often than not, sarcastic man to marry me. I lovingly refer to him as Mr. Loves-football-more-than-life aka Mr. Football. He is also property of the United States Navy, at least for 4 more years. Yep, I'm finally accepting it, I'm a military wife. We just finished a 3 year shore duty rotation during which he moved to where I lived, we bought a house, got our second dog, got married, and had a baby 5 minutes later. Life was perfect...then <strong>BAM</strong>! New orders. New jobs. New house. New city. My <strong>first</strong> move...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459481935183775874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8XQCH47BQJZK-k4JAJqWtz7O1EreKD0zof-RESF9jD1ClNi-M1JgPwiOiP6mjp15qDpRHJQcvKCfbOQc1ok1hKj3ASUm1FixOM_sj36N-ekrX8eMrok_EPdFOZAFnrO9dQAQHwQVhGKR/s320/66580016.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472912540383522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2uDDUTumQzzQOleCRGmBCOpkqq_id9iB_YKaPKBtZJxUYQEwBe1wZLHhSR47fk_J6nfclHuCJBRnwdb_iA5NpomeFofzdEMrvLPj1OKVVosF43O2aN5dq_ZV_1yi_MbHl9dazfNM2yUF/s320/(331)ed.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459472923344512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0Iy_OGta3fEkePp3bpTFBs0HNJAZYkpnqQmOsYyNonraqV8RxVkyi55vZ7w1MBZ0nK2lctBqN3PtbxoGyIrwuSB7K6ZDc1TbVWb1gGTiGgJ5KWVSXg0nBaHT1WN5UlBX50FNlbthxUtN/s320/(352)ed.JPG" border="0" /><br />What hasn't changed is our family. We have 3 children, 2 of the canine kind, 1 of the human kind. Our oldest is Lulu, our puggle. Shes 5. She's the typical first child. Very bossy, spoiled and tempermental. She loves eating, making nests on the back of the couch, and sleeping under the covers. She hates the rain, laundry baskets...oh and people (until she gets to know you that is). <p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478945380385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmS1TtCbXFPZap3THynsLQLgw62QO8vKDI8sHq_WlZGHaBLEqpq44NerzbN-iSnQ90M2_b0oHcf31EpISvYUgCzXfwWJNX3GjgerfMcZeH5CKpbpBRd4CcqnlRjkrr8vWQan50xBHD_2T/s320/11-12-09+(73).jpg" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476347259359858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_R7LSAhQhzHWbHGuiXJRxWLuv7f3XMblQ440u_WKi5TUzgz4_1JYtvRn8-Lwkal0EszL_Rb14j_bqCC1oWqNkf87pC01UNE5Mc5IgmunsFeMdw_a4Ar7lpUYboRu-YKQVEuWxnmjBtRyI/s320/4-08+041ed.JPG" border="0" />Our middle child is Jax, our mixed breed. He's 3. We think he's part lab, part pit part human. He loves everything and everyone. He hasn't found anything he hates yet. His favorite activities are swimming and sitting on the sofa, like a person, arm propped up on the armrest and everything. <p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476358090498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6M3OC8EOlsHW0wv2nKOPagdBoTeW7iD_FABuK1wlpjJpNM1ZJ7IpTmnX0kfCbprVA_1pxZDeURjClcQSXV158hkee3yQQq6Io5u_g4z7sFbA3Xz6nGcLUsURicfjdwzG2JTQMpw6aOa0/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478949195701618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37emUay5tqU9WsjXf2cRk_tI4j_gEJWYoG_t6bf-AFvQV6avK76g6CHbniyjlOl_BKfmj5RHGzQ4qOp9Zpgc2k3PF4tUqZdI0WhogJhVpmeIwzp5Coh_A9SVntMJpBFBZyp11NddYU-3P/s320/11-12-09+(75).jpg" border="0" />Our youngest is Baby Clay, he's 5 months. He's the sunshine in my life. Though unexpected, he's everything I've ever wanted. He's worth all the sleepless days and nights, dirty dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, oh, and being fat for.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478924198701554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cuuLQGh8QbdpYryhgmWAu73oGCHWkmBo8pjnkdhSGu-L-iJSlXTK6htnQN-u0WXiVc_plbFRgn-eEKfQjf7PjWwXPz_CUjTIRM28cM6vkGI_7tkG8wWRPSVljVDH1okSn3i_u-ELUVGn/s320/027.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478931831505890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiu2i1f-Q5Bin0p9c3d1QJQ3IIes6SUobej7crPcmcVSDAyNe1alg8XOjyYhHnvR9ERqE-vfO7YCFnBX2zsKy4-U6JgNYP88PXLe5aMDHJcLyDplplvWskNN2UeHn8BFZGPijt770_COLr/s320/0+094ed.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478936896650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CUsbB-wr5wwgKT5ehySFNcT9arSpuqOCGZlKmDrdDj1rKfzea_RZrIqd757WhnK0nneQOEfNWchN4t7g65lIdkb92kSk-U5Bm8X07GUERETNe0M2LpGhCXm_QU7DqhqSRonfOGjorfeO/s320/2-14-10.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459480358969699522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzem7BdeqHSRixMdwhwE73zQw0BtNFP7TsFYyEUgx63PJRAUv-gCQC1wBY5s1bW9RD-Fdp0GmU0gORoMXAWHLEF4pYVO85svQEV9Wr0-1epKECSm8ozas2NXMEIqrWUDxF10iQ98wiPbJ/s320/4-10-10.jpg" border="0" /><br />I originally started this blog to chronicle our newlywed days. I wasn't sure what I was doing or if anyone would ever read it but somehow I figued it out and have made some really great friends along the way. My husband likes to argue that they aren't really my friends since I've never actually spoken to them but I know more about some of my blog friends than my real-life friends...and I like some of them better too. So thanks for stopping by and I hope you'll stick around to read about my new adventures as a Not-so-Domesticated mama! <p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459476355385447042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVh34yGqIZe3p-yyN5NWGvVtYjEX01bhBa0ZegirDGXhRGCS3JO2uW6nIxBTzhilxj1x8Fwc-i56ToPfVPXd4OiCu9tre_47XIvfCzYFqTH8L_jmPKH5Aq56MlG7vdJ_V9iFg_4DPh-uC/s320/4-08+048ed.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459480350496259682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJGZkDs4Tr-yzwWV_dGN3XpY-neTxmj9gN_yukn0aZ7wUBeGQvH8Ac_0Pwv74y17Emvfx9ESEomBo01tHAr61PFS5hhwP-0lMmpir3deJKZNX0EgoCzYDZG8wwz-Xc-KG_qbrcaTSZ7Fi/s320/4-5-10.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>Oh, and if you haven't yet, you should join the <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/19667/ultimate-blog-party-2010/">party</a>! It's a great way to meet new bloggers and win some fantastic <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/ultimate-blog-party-2010-prizes/">prizes</a>! I personally like the grand prize, a new toshiba laptop, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/43040174/the-double-stacked-and-hammered-a-lot-of">US6</a>, <a href="http://tasramar.com/">US17</a>, <a href="http://www.em-jewelry.com/buds-bloom.html">US8</a>, <a href="http://www.earnestparenting.com/">US11</a>, <a href="http://hiltongardeninn1.hilton.com/en_US/gi/index.do">US39</a>, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/froggygirldesigns">US50</a>, <a href="http://obdforkids.blogspot.com/">US56</a>, <a href="http://babybanz.blogspot.com/">US77</a>, <a href="http://greenmomwannabe.blogspot.com/">US105</a></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-71197013598060751062010-04-10T21:25:00.008-04:002010-04-10T22:46:40.640-04:00So where did I leave off...warning contains graphic content"Actually, only about 10 percent of women rupture the sac of amniotic fluid before labor starts, so it may not even happen to you until you are already in labor and checked in at the hospital." -Dr. Spock<br /><br />Even after reading that, one of my biggest fears during pregnancy was being that woman whose water breaks in the middle of the grocery store, at work, at the mall, etc. That and also the dreaded thought of going #2 while your pushing, but we won't go there...Seriously though, you see it happen in every movie, the woman is standing there minding her own business and then <em>gush, </em>her water breaks and shes then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">whisked</span> off. Who has to clean that up?<br /><br />I'll tell you...you do. No one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whisks</span> you off once your water breaks, and you definitely don't look like a million bucks after you have the baby either.<br /><br />We were at one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bestest</span> friends birthday parties, Reverend X, about an hour away from our house. I had been contracting off and on that night but I had been for about 8 weeks...just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">braxton</span> hicks, no big deal. She lives on a farm so everyone kept joking that I was going to have the baby with the cows. Well apparently that sounded like a great idea to my little man, so while I was sitting in the living room with everyone around I thought my water broke.<br /><br />I ran to the bathroom, well waddled quickly to see what the deal was. It wasn't the gush I was expecting and nothing else happened so I went back out to the party. Crazy pregnant lady. A little bit later I was upstairs using the bathroom, I was peeing every 20 minutes or so by that point, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">finished</span> up, pulled my super <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">awesome</span> maternity pants back on, you know the ones that cover your whole belly (and my belly was huge so it was a fight getting them on and off) and <em>GUSH</em>...<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Oh sh*t...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">My first instinct obviously was to pull everything back off and sit back down on the toilet. Now what? I'm stuck on the toilet, my clothes are soaked, I'm upstairs at a party and everyone else is downstairs...My water definitely broke, I was sure of that. So do I put my wet clothes back on and go back down to the party? Do I stay where I am and wait for someone to come eventually? What if the baby falls out into the toilet? In the meantime I'm trying to clean up as best as I could with toilet paper and I'm convinced that they're going to be mad at me for messing up their bathroom and using all of their toilet paper. Again, crazy pregnant lady. I finally heard some of my friends talking nearby so I start yelling their names. Do they respond? NO! They didn't know where I was yelling from and they thought I was being funny. So not funny. I kept calling for someone and eventually they all came to see what I was yelling about. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">What would you do if your pregnant friend who's been yelling from the bathroom asked you for a pair of pants? </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Seriously, things like this only happen to me...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458703196243029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLE7OfxMUwRVzBxpOeSN2lRQm3ioGpr6tiSknn3Pf2XrCqYSFMU-RH9eWJ1ZuIa81Ox2PDXcMPJlViHyaFqS8YMhMkOu6EzcOYkMdp19bcDwop3YMwcCNGBFSrkuOfBNXkd92dNsTrX1L/s320/11-7-09+001.bmp" border="0" /><br />The girls, Ms. D, Ms. K, Reverend X, me, mama cookie<br /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458702366021169346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduJ0Pn9wHYoUDaz8nTEyJaa-jOGwyBNF2R6y0jpdhyphenhyphenVrh5R6uLiwfMACly3gLO1LKmJGuZKk8d3v1ktEb2d-EBfwJhj_RE2C2OHGrA6fA4k5lJjI9IKjp63-RGYnbSg684AvsQf8DozoR/s320/11-7-10+002.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center">like I said, my belly was <em>HUGE</em>...do I look like I'm expecting to have a baby tonight?<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458702373850995026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWpSbyJ4g6XBlOgOw51rQlmsQ8785yJGAIgTir5CCyB-Mee2IT6oZYuomb45f1gM7uivaqfiqQ49HNhwB3PSPPHHv3b9EUtm6C7yk99z8MdaZ-iHwlKUnPeWjmyXL0Y2ekjP3AwMa05ap/s320/11-7-10+004.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center">Ironic, we were talking about going into labor...<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458702383733872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBzojTRlaeuYrOlxef9CarK3K_e3h6tKc1s8HwVMSKvzbojp3PyB3HJWCNCiy-Ojrv0-ppIRDaA_z47j8wWaTwCDpJiDfoUAbjGMuJ6WPvhDkfmwVaflP42Juehqxhz3-oMlXjSL9yGBT/s320/11-7-09-005.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center">Little did I know things were changing in a few short hours...<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458702372375540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4h8C8iRo8CLYkeJagLQyV_AeJGIGbKBpMJ1Wkgebx8Yg0A2wRMN_WzB1OxRNDHcG-R5zjuRTpJCp4ZF4mJERX8HetXqnaJfnWTth_DPRWw77Vq7M9aW9mX3EDXFswq7C9GZiRrbFT8R9u/s320/11-7-10+003.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Leaving the party, in my borrowed pants. Also my last "pregnant" picture...</p><p align="left">And we're off to the hospital!<br /><br /><br /></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-73831674007326051082010-04-08T21:35:00.004-04:002010-04-08T21:51:43.467-04:00<div align="center"> I think I've started at least 100 posts but everytime I get distracted and stop...</div><div align="center"><br />So to get myself started again I'm going to keep it short and sweet...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Introducing the newest (well he was new 5 months ago today) love of my life</div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457946510478954050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnw1-WGzKiS4Vv_AdX3aNkpsvhGoyLhw-eupn2KVmDsMNZ6mqOBPRd8veNBZKnR9LyJ8yqlaOwnZw7IGD6Wy_qzHvHwfp96waQAMgISr5l2LIvqFhqBK3OGBYlYzCj6kQ5GUHhjOrH9wd0/s320/11-08-09+(24).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Baby Clay</div><br /><div align="center">I can't believe its been 5 months since he was born. Between being a new mom, sleep deprived, moving, and starting a new job its gone by in a flash. I'm going to try to be a better blogger but I make no promises...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">With that I'll leave you with my little man, I know every mom thinks their child is the cutest, but really...look at that face...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457949219492330194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxL_wyfvgQpkEPTG4B_1rzMeB3vAt3tmRMZqepVmWE2ZlJt0W9hRrrjb3ryv63-av9M4pPLLEvNkVMbMqVlTkv7f1UUnacllbbUMltk2Sig5s4t7rtz1lqJE2_aGBdIdnW_D3XOg6gfiJ/s320/3-10.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-86204419092931584202009-10-21T22:30:00.004-04:002009-10-21T23:04:36.513-04:00unbelieveableHas it really been 3 months since I posted last? Where has the time gone? And is it really possible that I only have 4 more weeks before my life is changed completely? It seems like its all happened in the blink of an eye.<br /><br />We're all still here, Lulu, Jax, Mr. Football, myself and little bean (although he's not so little anymore). Things have changed and things have stayed the same. We just celebrated our 1 year anniversary and are getting ready for our big arrival.<br /><br />Being pregnant really hasn't been that bad. I guess I always imagined that everything that could go wrong would, so imagine my surprise when my only issue so far has been some high blood sugars. Don't get me wrong, being a gestational diabetic is a serious issue and can cause significant health issues for the baby and I, but just watching what I eat and checking my sugars several times a day has been enough to keep me on tract. I will say it has helped me to <em>not </em>gain the 97 lbs I would have if I didn't have to be on this diet. Especially now, when I feel huge and want to eat <em>everything</em> under the sun. I know that an hour later I'll have to check my sugar and I feel really bad when they're high...guilt, its the best motivation.<br /><br />Other than waiting for little one's arrival, things are definitely changing around our household. Mr. Football just recieved his orders and will be going back to an air craft carrier so our little family will be relocating in a few months. I'm not so big on change so adjusting to having a baby was stressful enough, now we're also trying to sell our house and find a new place to live in an unfamiliar city...(anyone interested in a 3 BR house, its in a cute neighborhood and has new appliances???)<br /><br />With that I will leave you with a few new pics...I can't believe I thought I was big in my last posts...and I never would have imagined how big I could get...and he just keeps growing!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253921343482354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wl7Ze37oJ6p2bMmRgeOPFEi3sMnsWbNwEeWGKhJWSeqxcAOMidcGLIIWzQnorz4TBax8ul1_P0dD9nfGbVTBIralGI5Juxs-nuF0hIkM67TQCB-AXfk8eeOQiqcGgkthMHl44rV9fydZ/s320/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253929155545090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07ychsoiYZ0o2yvCcw3eWjoC4Y3BrUykaUiGLuFKaYLxVIA7UzBfX_DS1nPDVLR3GAh4F8p6RBgVG8aK8pkbaoyOe4TeNwu2p1h53dul8rbnsl8LRoH___mxAs6cJLjOpFj7C3fq9ssoZ/s320/IMG_3265.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253934349014002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnzLfKJxFkdoAzhV2w5ihp6I7AA0FampnvRXMHlbZx8EnZECmqDtWk8jyQsg-K9d7NYHwk2ze-hR1Ee2_NofXTFiB0VL1dyH2dQix9oJbNfIggkABpy1iWOxIQXrQaKIkyClIKegaBjIK/s320/IMG_3311.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253939914639954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7SlIcynOWWbh46WbFCXBsrTrPlTdS6vqTuHcxfAQvYCDoek5D7pRnQi_i_xdVFbaetq45IrO3rPK92C48U3Erf9JxWyqZ4F5-kYumbbi7Kb89JS7j53eBTQYcb1eom2qGzeu-2YE_F13/s320/ribboncolored.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">And now...introducing </p><p align="center">Baby</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395254398119193362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqWuMqcKo3X96fcpo0jhevSpkZFor6WwP8on5mrEPM0NBQJAIUbqOQFEzBi1mTTavqgOvnlD1QKbaQeruCkOK-56jre87FAQgFtOxJtAe1VksWBsp1dkXokkbwfQEsLaNc0GLlBN4vOZa/s320/claycolored.jpg" border="0" /></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-29531684784871681402009-07-09T16:10:00.005-04:002009-07-09T16:22:09.715-04:00Surprise<p></p><p>I remember sayin' I don't care either way<br />Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm ok<br />Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen<br />And said " Ya see that thing right there well ya know what that means"<br /><br />And I started wondering who he was going to be<br />And I thought heaven help us if he's anything like me<br />He'll probably climb a tree to tall and ride he's bike to fast<br />End up every summer wearin something in a cast<br />He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass in a window down the street<br />He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights<br />I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep<br />It safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me<br /><br />I can see him right now knees all skinned up<br />With a magnifying glass tryin to melt the Tonka truck<br />Wont he be a sight with his football helmet on<br />That'll be his first love til his first love comes along<br />He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens<br />And heaven help him if he's anything like me<br /><br />He'll probably stay out to late and drive his car to fast<br />Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass<br />He's gonna get caught skippin class and be ground for a week<br />He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights<br />I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep<br />It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me<br /><br />He's gonna love me and hate me along the way<br />Years are gonna fly by I already dread the day<br />He's gonna hug he's momma he's gonna shake my hand<br />He's gonna act like he can't wait to leave<br />But as he drives out he'll cry he's eyes out<br />If he's anything like me (cant understand)<br />Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me </p><p>Brad Paisley-Anything Like Me</p><p> </p><p>Mr. Football and I bought this CD last week and I fell in love with this song. Don't get me wrong, I love Brad Paisley in general but I kept listening to this song over and over. This entire pregnancy I've really been impartial to what we were having, Mr. Football on the other hand has made it quite clear that he wants a boy (imagine that). But after listening to the lyrics of this song it kind of made me want a boy too. I can totally picture Mr. Football playing with our little boy, taking him fishing, watching football, all that good stuff...</p><p>Well we found out today....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">It's a BOY</span></span></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-75921038153976582002009-06-15T15:50:00.003-04:002009-06-15T16:01:23.294-04:00weekend fun<div align="left"> I can't believe the weekend is over already...it feels like it was just Friday! Friday night we went and played games over at Mama Cookie's and Mr. T's. Apparently I suck at board games.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Saturday we drove to my parents and had lunch with them. In the afternoon Mr. Football and Mr. T played golf while I napped with all the dogs. I very much enjoy naps these days.</div><div align="left"><br />The bachelorette party was great, we all had a good time and it was really great seeing everyone. It makes me really sad that we can't go to the wedding...unless anyone wants to fund a 4 day trip to Vegas for Mr. Football and I...anyone?? </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347644543304203650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZc60b2xdSbI8Yr3X7ky6V9AzeaW-Rl2yP9N3loV__TyzE7WFvDZReP1QLR3mdpd9XLtA2VpNRSSlktXgpzChx4FKxjUUVWsg22ZOk2CVSR5W5qrX167CqIgn3of1_EjChoTiIoNvoZCRW/s320/sarasbachelorette.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347644549127783698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyUxGCYaPZQUKG2q617dQScSkeMwPln-DkoJD3GNif_thOyFGY6TMT6ol4mqsWTnCvBFgQ24g1NS-9XRg0cIWlOq-6bZUzgG34IO7r94MUOE4lcnbWjQvJX1WphwQM85i8NeV5yl5q-Th/s320/sarasbachelorette2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Love these girls, I've known most of them since 7th grade. We've had some pretty great times together...<br /></span><br /></p><br /><p>Sunday was spent swimming at Mama Cookie's parents house, then driving back home. Like I said, I can't believe the weekend is over already.</p><p>Boo...is it almost Friday yet?<br /><br /></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-15215760679241093852009-06-12T15:01:00.003-04:002009-06-12T15:25:30.997-04:00keeping busyHey all, sorry its been so long between updates. Sometimes life and exhaustion just don't allow time to get basic necessities done let alone anything else.<br /><br />Went to the doctor this week for a checkup and everything is looking good. Baby is growing and the heartbeat sounds good. I'm finally staring to look pregnant and not just fat...it makes me feel a little better. Last night we went to the baseball game, the local AAA team and survived through the rain. At one point my bestest Cookie and I went for some ice cream and a beer for Mr. Football and I'm not going to lie, it was a little awkward buying it. I made her carry it...she's a great best friend.<br /><br />Tomorrow we're heading back to my hometown for the bachelorette party of a dear friend. She went away to college and recently moved back and started a relationship with someone else we went to school with. They're getting married next month in Vegas and since funding and size issues are limiting me from going I'm not missing her bachelorette party...but believe me, I still have that lingering adolescent self conciousness of seeing all of these girls from high school and being the fat one.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346523962125607506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67am_rcExikmm8eQ6JdxvLxCTa6zRH-UzF4vrgVzz9tCz3aS02H-ucd5MKMNbZEN043PhpXsNYT7BY8UnOkNoriBg3MxDsFfceoIfgwQX67i5UANudI45DdtOPxyIgPgoLHvZr6Y61_SS/s320/0+648-1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Some of the girls and I at the wedding</span></p><p align="left">Hope everyone has a great weekend!</p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-46667726531821311852009-06-04T00:50:00.004-04:002009-06-04T01:12:00.115-04:00homeWe're back! We had a wonderful time in lovely Charleston, but now I have the after vacation blues...<br /><br />I always love the anticipation of going somewhere, especially when it's somewhere fun...but coming home is always bittersweet. I'm glad to be back home with the pups and I definitely miss my bed when we're gone but now its back to the real world and everything that comes with it.<br /><br />Today's battle, laundry.<br /><br />So nothing all that exciting going on...I'll leave you with some pictures. Can't wait to see what everyone else has been up to.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2AaqelbKNlQoPHgMljifvEAfibce78Grbjs0f7JpkhN76VH-MYCXingDyJ220bzfz0qcoJjjNx0VGU4u9ZmvcNMmZoea7OVCHjsnGpSASWh-uBYjttZbFhlSCvQNHfaHfnEUmMYbsMM8/s1600-h/(2)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2AaqelbKNlQoPHgMljifvEAfibce78Grbjs0f7JpkhN76VH-MYCXingDyJ220bzfz0qcoJjjNx0VGU4u9ZmvcNMmZoea7OVCHjsnGpSASWh-uBYjttZbFhlSCvQNHfaHfnEUmMYbsMM8/s320/(2)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333751194091106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The dock near the Bluff house</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwerVhUXpvRRmE7CDTCPn6PCpBQGh0XwkJ6inTYV40s-zjCNRgdrsVg2eyA3Jfs9SDgwaWWG7iTwmiUZ3S4nYoSmVhQ6Zr_Wbk00pcLNO8YDaqaGTdFjPA-qCIJwWyxJY3uGBTqJqveeoL/s1600-h/(9)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwerVhUXpvRRmE7CDTCPn6PCpBQGh0XwkJ6inTYV40s-zjCNRgdrsVg2eyA3Jfs9SDgwaWWG7iTwmiUZ3S4nYoSmVhQ6Zr_Wbk00pcLNO8YDaqaGTdFjPA-qCIJwWyxJY3uGBTqJqveeoL/s320/(9)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333755318482242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby bump at the beach-15 weeks</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLAhecAzizZQ-XtkTJJ0K9CA94DKNXx7Xr5nxWdE-tTuQ8v_sX3WBuy30vKkPM1kwZ8lkfpHTeDX1KOnsq43j7HWHHEuIlQMuDX0iR1d98o3kkrUyYlQaxuyzE54lvE3OGTX4PEI9kuDS/s1600-h/(23)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLAhecAzizZQ-XtkTJJ0K9CA94DKNXx7Xr5nxWdE-tTuQ8v_sX3WBuy30vKkPM1kwZ8lkfpHTeDX1KOnsq43j7HWHHEuIlQMuDX0iR1d98o3kkrUyYlQaxuyzE54lvE3OGTX4PEI9kuDS/s320/(23)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333753392786050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />The beach</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6x5HpWYSf-DhiQmZK79FwGftjHv2xIwqZMJd7R_OCkz8F87YP2MhHubdWZIaJW0fy38BxRh0WEYSY0sAgj9Yi5Aqfw2isY8bt8UBsfenSq7Pd2xrqLs9s2uOoVmMjP9XEDojgAkNCQiX/s1600-h/(29)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6x5HpWYSf-DhiQmZK79FwGftjHv2xIwqZMJd7R_OCkz8F87YP2MhHubdWZIaJW0fy38BxRh0WEYSY0sAgj9Yi5Aqfw2isY8bt8UBsfenSq7Pd2xrqLs9s2uOoVmMjP9XEDojgAkNCQiX/s320/(29)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333759438819874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />A dolphin swimming in front of the boat</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MF2sGUqNiFLV3RuuQP8pEtKUAttU0_eDu6x3uzt-0_FFii0Lxgh0OTjsBoo_E4Rtwh7bM-82JRetIuC3Q0VOP1OUtB90HOJoAAfHsaF85m4MN5FmSkXWxu0LPkmS26zYYzjKIyp1E_6j/s1600-h/(53)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_MF2sGUqNiFLV3RuuQP8pEtKUAttU0_eDu6x3uzt-0_FFii0Lxgh0OTjsBoo_E4Rtwh7bM-82JRetIuC3Q0VOP1OUtB90HOJoAAfHsaF85m4MN5FmSkXWxu0LPkmS26zYYzjKIyp1E_6j/s320/(53)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343333759521090834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The wedding party, all of the groomsmen are serving or have served in the military</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK9feCaws-VVq__AtY5b2Ewt7qfj93uVlRLGc2F_k7Ed_-1857DbRutbAis7C4N9pAID1zOYmqoPkH-3FK4qWp_3S9nbr2ojarXky08UfUUuJwlzDNsG4y-haBWvbkxtFjS76M153lqIx/s1600-h/(91)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK9feCaws-VVq__AtY5b2Ewt7qfj93uVlRLGc2F_k7Ed_-1857DbRutbAis7C4N9pAID1zOYmqoPkH-3FK4qWp_3S9nbr2ojarXky08UfUUuJwlzDNsG4y-haBWvbkxtFjS76M153lqIx/s320/(91)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334508398761938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />The bride and groom</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl01xw5ltbm1M1EZuGtN5i1psMaOnX1fNZf_I7K-dtImNZj2oULo_8FABOJ2pDoosBxdNbgAQp1V6VBh-roSzzs8KiHbEQXRsTVd32bbyDYN8jnnIySukHz0FGP9Vf6vYPQWVwPc4X9lel/s1600-h/(82)-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl01xw5ltbm1M1EZuGtN5i1psMaOnX1fNZf_I7K-dtImNZj2oULo_8FABOJ2pDoosBxdNbgAQp1V6VBh-roSzzs8KiHbEQXRsTVd32bbyDYN8jnnIySukHz0FGP9Vf6vYPQWVwPc4X9lel/s320/(82)-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343334502447887346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mr. Football and I</span><br /></div>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-21781826922642085562009-05-25T14:26:00.002-04:002009-05-25T14:31:34.541-04:00one more day...Tomorrow we'll be in lovely Charleston SC...I can't wait! We're going for Mr. Football's best man's wedding but we'll also be vacationing as well. In the meantime I still have tons to do...<br /><br />-Laundry<br />-Shopping for last minute vacation items<br />-Buy this weeks Baby book<br />-Cook out with Mama Cookie and Mr. T<br />-Get doggies packed up and sent home with Mama Cookie and Mr. T<br />-Pack<br />-Clean the house ( I hate coming home to a messy house)<br /><br />I guess I should get off my growing booty and get some stuff done! I'm not sure how much posting I'll be able to do while we're away, but you never know!<br /><br />Have a Wonderful Week!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-27171035978516082502009-05-20T02:27:00.003-04:002009-05-20T02:45:38.944-04:00happy happy happyI'm still a little hesitant to say it but it feels like summer is finally on its way! We've had beautiful weather lately, and today it's supposed to be in the 80's! Thats absolutely considered summer weather in my part of the world. I can't believe it's almost Memorial Day weekend, it seems like spring flew by. It never fails, spring, summer and fall seem to pass in the blink of an eye, while winter drags on and on and on...<br /><br />Regardless, I'm looking forward to summer and all that it includes! This weekend Mr. Loves Football and I are heading the 2 hours east to my parents for a wedding. A family friend who was a life saver during my wedding planning is getting married Saturday and we're so excited to share the day with them. Since nursing never takes a break, we'll be back home Sunday so that I can work Sunday night (gotta love holiday requirements).<br /><br />Tuesday the hubby and I depart for a mini-vaca/wedding in beautiful Charleston, SC. I'm so excited! Mr. Football's old Navy roommate and best man in our wedding will be getting married next weekend, so we're taking the week to spend some time with him and his fiance before the big day. I've never been to Charleston so I'm looking forward to checking out the area as well as vegging out on the beach.<br /><br />Other summer activities include: weddings, weddings, camping, cookouts, beach days, etc...<br /><br />I just have to make it through the rest of this work week first...wish me luck!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-44813116580738144682009-05-19T00:35:00.005-04:002009-05-19T01:18:56.642-04:00reliefYay! Bryson's benefit dinner was a huge success! After all of the planning and stress the day was everything we could have hoped for...I'm not saying there weren't issues here and there but no one knew any differently, and that's all that matters. We were able to raise an amazing amount of money to help our dear friends and their sweet baby boy. He just has a little more to endure and hopefull we'll be home free!<br /><div><div><br /><div>Today I had a doctors appointment and everything is going well. Baby beanie has a strong heartbeat and is definitely taking up more and more space. My baby bump keeps protruding further and further but I still don't think its big enough to be a "baby bump", to me it just looks like I've had a few too many on Saturday night...</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337397937167264866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLUQFR9f15mYE1FocTwaGZHUjw8RW0AvwAzrv69MwQPDzDwAKLqrjhboTm6UaIqX_4JVlLfVWQOSA_KJQS_1CJkU-d0pjgY_lPtpfItvvChbyC8n4ZlaOA7u_aFEqBgMv3HSVTBOgyFbD/s320/5-09+004-1.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>And since we've been having such nice weather lately, the puppies have been playing outside, as much as possible. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337399590218157842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7JWLtJ7GksEGfTArpq-62crFoFv3VQoYXuHkfPDoPahXwNyh658dakMmiGmxExEsNDBjImnlxh1k81Sj7JdiCXHjl2sDsgDANwSJVyaRDX7H49qZllZIBRh1oIUGmNCynWa0dPqJC5Zq/s320/5-09+001-1.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Because all of the outside playing leads to this...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337399597200326066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmvgNKk6fow6TIVMoc9sU_E1U98p9YLyrIdnYYYMIYZtdojwgg9oBQ4J82eb9USDkgYznIfjZ-0NgvHKg8ZeGpFw3WODgdvsakjCiFPqyTR1Sbgx5sddNpZ_jRIhY1WjDoJ60-QHTMI87/s320/5-09+006-1.JPG" border="0" /></p>And that makes me <em>very </em>happy...Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-78917524821452582852009-05-14T01:34:00.007-04:002009-05-14T02:12:08.795-04:00updatesSo as promised, here are some pictures from our trip to Mr. Footballs family. Like I said we went for his sisters wedding...and a lovely wedding it was.<br /><br /><p align="left">The plan was to have the wedding at a pond on the Groom's farm, but since there was so much rain the event was moved into the barn instead.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550942205958082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qboOf0MiaiJ4_RpUf_fy_OM2X0AQlCLnpPeaidvcLhTEPFPwbZ4KBCWVBTsscnuDodXQ7MAY9Cq5tv4i80Rq4jys7n99y2cySM6vnsCgWAZlU7VhUj9YlLIH0v8AobvDJTC5yWujQG7N/s320/(1)+012ed.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550944281115186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HZG7mqBMjUZD3kNmP5NVmvRiwDQ9w4HhX6WB3LULx_epZH_NAR7rE0YzJilgOSa5a-DnguNsuDGFqajG5Oyv4Yym4YZJbk78cVR1C9DpDkhXcJueVILTJ0r-Og6wl5a3pnzEhc9xUouF/s320/(1)+013ed.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550949341062098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum69O56cu-AjA5vPPGqAVkpyYo-oTKt7b5aTEGN9mF6q_j7JhVAb4UTlIlUKiw89-uNiFdBVgH48aRn4DTMPmU-3zR3roYaIlE3egrQo_H0MA0_3oIrQrKJEe-HW6vfOiyqbFi8YYRLnW/s320/(1)+019ed.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">The Happy Couple</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550947384879698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHKSOIsm4ca0GH7IdkB7I0uu1o9v1A9ofCs9xBF3200b-in6Y_ub8ybpDrH3eDv-P-ZZ_razYoYXnQ5AbXzYEV7VJ9MORwt4Qz2CZQfs6-f_jBA9gm76FAJhye6mMsGQa5l_eiP7EqWgA/s320/(1)+022ed.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550951769259826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cZAbDIcZXvwau-AqfZTsKT3clYCOQoEdNR9y5HzvLPjQLEAaw4ObvywNNft3qMlDcBj8601rLj3ECrpQ3miTYL01_eKTnTXuuhl5WWzTOdxbc3sUrxjNSYhULsDu6WfrmZA8ODJq7rvh/s320/(1)+023ed.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335551343511077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-ZRmRyVoXVTVEgdCni5P3pOvfXmGFGewMoEbYZj2QXwssvDsPehen4qvncHoM-vV5ev0wkJGVLttr96uGJN8tzSV_jnkJJ1FBf1VCzcgLSVAVleIb7059ZOewf_BMbczCI-dKVyTJQoA/s320/(1)+031ed.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335551343872225970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PYFDXDSLoTf_MUFBOiEFuC0Uh1cHbvIcEx5_cUcOYhq0aDZnQqqLiNQE34CupagEDasD3adlXCeqS_qm85wS2iJYBKvPs6cn4mipbJRVBjyRYQHlDxtkg7gBK8RLwBpSWiaOzRP8bvxu/s320/(1)+033ed.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335551348822168290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS8G-0_bxs2jAa5dOmqN2ud_DArDV2oBg7R9ODgap81ZBmMgmJfYlULoeutedmu6ckxJlxF2ivf2uN-VlfeaqkvxzgKmNXcOHPDAMBLHlLc6IhijOSkQyF-1CaQ4VtmQntG9fnFtEE96f/s320/(1)+055ed.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mr. Football and I...the baby bump is <em>slightly</em> making an appearance</span><br /></p><br /><p align="left">Last week was Mr. Football's week to pick a book. He chose...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335553084580668114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSWfIkrop3z07llp3Z7CvRZKVLFfEuwtLH6IqHp5bJBTk1WmRdvrXhxyVidcbGJJtyZ8FC5Rew9EFMFwTgIxVi1zFe-QbRMrw3goYiTM25HjPSZOsrQdKzBPjUwW6gWjFtOjhOkYDyS1k/s320/curiousgeorge.gif" border="0" /></p><p>He was a big fan of Curious George growing up, so he chose that as his first pick. </p><p>This weekend is Baby Bryson's Benefit dinner so we've all been working hard at getting the last minute details together. We're planning raffles and a silent auction and are hoping for a good turnout. He's doing pretty well at this point. He's going to have one more round of chemo then they plan to redo all of his tests to find out if his tumor has gotten any smaller. If it has they will remove it and he will then have a stem cell transplant. The family has definitely had its ups and downs throughout all of this and we're hoping to stay on the down course at this point. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335557919279266674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstk0ahjuviwSaTajsz4aRwN-q_EJ7F5PGMRslmzbuMCO0Xz53XAe2adz1VdsJy4zWW1i1jDFnLB38oLmBujCcL8kjg09fwAhjPohcjpUNzzDKVk8GOPDoCrjzgI7G8pwrwAl4aHPZUy6h/s320/5-09+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mr. Handsome last week when I babysat...</span></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-82509410284535903442009-05-10T23:58:00.003-04:002009-05-11T00:22:00.204-04:00Finally Home!After such a crazy week it feels wonderful to be home. I'm slowly catching up on my blogs as I sit on the couch with the pups. I'm pretty sure they missed me since they keep getting up and circling to get a closer spot to me.<br /><br />Our trip to see Mr. Football's family went well. The wedding was lovely and I plan to post pictures sometime this week.<br /><br /><div>We had our 12 week ultrasound done last Wednesday and little beanie was moving and shaking everywhere again. It's so odd to see this squirming thing on the monitor and have no feeling of it what so ever. Strange...</div><br /><div>I'm off to catch up on laundry and get some sleep since I've been on a normal schedule lately... but first I wanted to wish everyone a belated <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Happy Mother's Day</span>. </div><br /><div>We had breakfast with Mr. Football's mama this morning, then flew 800 miles to have dinner with my mama, then drove another 100 miles home. Needless to say, we're all <em>exhausted.</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416235405226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeEjk1WjDC7RbmLas1srMWJIEMCg3hP_lg2yfCLobv-F5luzHqwUE2e-pMZ7N9l4qiyvfTOH0EAIR4B4rrwHaQzeKbRZ9h5tqzBfOuBDIz9b7BEQcEqj1IaIymh5IJQFNfV3JMUTFXV5B/s320/0+592ed.JPG" border="0" /></em></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Us with Mama Football at our Wedding</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416228810445602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYU1R-58O9GnnWsZsLh_X__FD0YC4sSbQ3dsFivF1HbXGGRaPotgi-hqgVz_3LqXlPv-ICNorfg-YINweBoJKHqGPge9-6uqG81n6o24FxPZhz-0qyMhPZP8AmtoDmv0PRzEUSkAVNkKtD/s320/0+196ed.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">My Mama and I</span></p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-28256230029344459702009-05-02T15:55:00.003-04:002009-05-02T16:12:00.160-04:00working, sleeping, shopping, working...I really really love my job, I do. I love the babies, I love the nursing aspect, I love most of the families...I hate going and staying up all night. I think it would be really great to work 1 day a week. That sounds like the perfect schedule. But I have to work to afford all the great things I want to buy!<br /><br />Since my expanding waistline as made it difficult to wear most of my regular pants, Mr. Football agreed that I needed to go shopping. Which doesn't happen very often...so I jumped at the opportunity. I bought my first pair of maternity pants yesterday. Now I'm a little annoyed that I have to already adjust my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wardrobe</span> this early in the game, breathing I've decided is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">necessity</span>. I got the basics, a pair of capri's, a pair of white cargo capri's, a few tops. I was a little shocked however at the price of everything. I didn't help the situation that I also needed to purchase an outfit for my SIL's upcoming wedding. So while Mr. Football approved said shopping trip, I don't think he realizes the amount that was spent. So let's just keep it a secret.<br /><br />With that being said, I wanted to share our book of the week...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPBTXEZwGVhZkrATEMaC99Y5iAkeYb09dEmV_cagefu5fVqwPw3TMe78VFGJa-qA3gaaz2MmZCdubF1qerzpaxUxK8gHKV0LejIcoTkda5BTdHloAcYF2OTyWDhF5Q9cYYrWP-g8TR9pt/s1600-h/the-very-hungry-caterpillar-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPBTXEZwGVhZkrATEMaC99Y5iAkeYb09dEmV_cagefu5fVqwPw3TMe78VFGJa-qA3gaaz2MmZCdubF1qerzpaxUxK8gHKV0LejIcoTkda5BTdHloAcYF2OTyWDhF5Q9cYYrWP-g8TR9pt/s320/the-very-hungry-caterpillar-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331320908296912962" border="0" /></a><br />This week was my pick, and I decided that I really liked this book when I was little. And it is a cardboard book which I was told is very important in those early reading days when the little one's like to help.<br /><br />I'll be working the next few days, then it's off to the in-law's for the wedding. Have a great weekend!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-76437164596948996922009-04-30T16:46:00.003-04:002009-04-30T17:08:56.430-04:00rain rain go awayI'm glad spring is here, I'm loving the mild temperatures...but really, could it stop raining at some point?!? Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather sleep during a cloudy gloomy day than a beautiful sunny one but I don't work <em>everynight </em>so the rain gods can stop at any time.<br /><br />Also Lulu is having some intestinal issues since she will <em>not</em> go out in the rain...and my rugs are paying for it.<br /><br />On another note, I posted last week about my bff Cookie's engagement. Well she's decided to start a wedding planning blog and you all should head over and leave her some love and encouragement. Most of us know how stressfull wedding planning was, and she will need all the support possible. <a href="http://acookiekindofday.blogspot.com/">http://acookiekindofday.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day... (or not)Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-4849151493448422592009-04-27T15:42:00.002-04:002009-04-27T15:57:23.188-04:00beautiful weekendI don't know about you but we've had such gorgeous weather here over the last few days. I'm finding it hard to stay inside...in fact I'm sitting out on the deck right now typing this post. I've got the ghetto fence up and the doggies and I are enjoying the nice weather...until the rain comes that is.<br /><br />Mr. Football and I had a pretty relaxing weekend. I worked Friday night so I slept half the day Saturday. Cookie, Mr. T and Reverend X came over Saturday night for dinner. We played some Mad Gab...we're pretty cool I know. Sunday was our local March for Babies which went pretty well. We had about 20 people on our team which is double of what we had last year so I felt like I accomplished something. It was a 3 mile walk which would have been just lovely except that it was 80+ degrees, which I'm not complaining about but they ran out of water...at every station. So unless you were part of the front of the group, you didn't get any water for the entire walk. I saw a few of our NICU grads which is always fun. Its always a good feeling when a parent remembers you and shows off their miracle. That's the reason why we're there afterall.<br /><br />Needless to say after the walk, I crashed on the couch for a few hours. The hubby then made dinner and I laid on the couch all night after that. I have to give credit to all of the dad's out there supporting their pregnant wives...I know it can't be easy. I don't think Mr. Football had any idea what he was getting himself into. Hopefully this first trimester exhaustion will pass soon and I'll be back to normal...as domesticated as I can be that is...<br /><br />Well I'm off to keep the dogs from attacking the neighbor dogs. Have a lovely day!!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-30706087780995575802009-04-22T22:58:00.004-04:002009-04-22T23:22:40.581-04:00Hump DayHappy Hump Day everyone! Well I guess its almost over, which is wonderful because we're over half way to the weekend! Weather forcasts say we're supposed to see 80 degree's this Saturday, we'll see if it truly happens.<br /><div><br /><div>Today was a pretty busy day. I worked last night so obviously I came home and crashed. I had an ultrasound appointment at 1:30 so I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed to be there and it was amazing! Every time I've seen this little bean its changed so much. Today it actually looked like a little person, head, body, arms, legs...and it was moving all over the place! I've read that they can move around already but it was crazy to see it firsthand. The ultrasound tech was trying to measure it and it was waving and kicking and turning its entire body. I was blown away. I can't believe this is happening inside me. Weird.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PlhLvuj-invNXbjsNttImKe99YQ_akYTM5wuuBaGxVzP6u6WBeYx4FNF3Qe61iloBrUtmRHjzBWpbfO-YiItepXqhMtKOXwhH6MyuiFRKm7cVqFCbPAuzYH048LLvuAm4CCyYAG_u1pE/s1600-h/us+10wks+1-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327717094376348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PlhLvuj-invNXbjsNttImKe99YQ_akYTM5wuuBaGxVzP6u6WBeYx4FNF3Qe61iloBrUtmRHjzBWpbfO-YiItepXqhMtKOXwhH6MyuiFRKm7cVqFCbPAuzYH048LLvuAm4CCyYAG_u1pE/s320/us+10wks+1-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>my munchkin waving hello (apparently it's left handed)</em></div><br /><div align="left">I spent a lazy afternoon lounging with the puppies. They are always pretty clingy when I've worked a few days in a row...and as for the lounging, that really means I passed out drooling on the couch. Apparently its allowed now that I'm pregnant, at least that's what I've Mr. Football.</div><br /><div align="left">After I emerged from my laziness Mr. Football and I went and ran some errands. We decided that every week we're going to buy a book for the baby. We'll take turns picking it out. So our first book is...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327719529596812402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6ofHMy6CHR6AIfy4M9MaO2mafW15ap7GxUKX9EDtylD_c3fseiRbSJKiDNNG7ByOzqzX5ktrjFLF2BT4xuCX6C-H6MJMp-pa_zlV5OjI6dxW4fJ_zcvvkveEd231oX1VLwosjX0J_sj1/s320/ifugiveamouse.jpg" border="0" /><br />Mr. Football suggested this one and I love it. It was one of my favorites growing up so it was definitely a must have. I guess that means its my turn next week...any suggestions?</div></div><br /><p>Tonight we went to a fundraising dinner for Bryson at a local restaurant. A portion of the proceeds of the night will go to the family. The food was yummy, especially their famous cookies and hopefully The P family will get a nice check out of it. Bryson is doing better, this round of chemo was pretty rough on him but he's starting to come around. He can't go out in public so we stopped over to see him. He was wearing only a diaper since he had just thrown up on his clothes and was happy as a clam. (I think he just throws up because he doesn't want to wear clothes...) It was good to see him happy again.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720936973055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi5jR-Y-n8rgivMXQm1ylvy-KCviB341_5YKaqWkVWoVociYogs9bxWl4dXAgLXg1c5ITmbjWKxoL3Lwdhcf6yB4dwLxvdQGio8rEMXFuVH_uYfBK4kYEyMS7YTB1gsycfTM7xeiWacTY/s200/ME_logo.gif" border="0" /></p><br />And finally on a serious note, I got a few messages that a co-worker of mine collapsed on her way into work tonight. They think that she had a heart attack and isn't doing very well. We are all shocked and scared. Please think of her and her family during this horrible time.Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-22379274171737157612009-04-21T07:43:00.003-04:002009-04-21T08:00:56.589-04:00please pray<center><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><img alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" border="0" /></a><br /></center><div align="center">This little boy is the reason I started blogging...</div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">Last spring I happened to find this world of blogging which I never knew existed. One of the families we had in the NICU had a blog they decided to share with us once their baby went home. After looking at it and clicking on other blogs I happened to see a "Praying for Stellan" button on someones site. I was immediately drawn to it as it was an ultrasound picture. I just had to know why we were already praying for someone who wasn't even born yet. <br /></div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">It took less than a minute for me to be hooked. I had never met <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/">Mckmama</a> and I knew nothing of her life or family, but I just knew I had to find out what would happen with this little boy. I became a regular reader of <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/">mycharmingkids.net</a>. Like I said, I've never met this family but I grew attached to them like they were my friends or neighbors. </div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">They said this little boy would not live. His heart was either working too hard or completely failing, and he wasn't even born yet.</div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">On my honeymoon I paid $2.50 for 15 minutes of internet so I could find out how his delivery went...it was definitely worth it.</div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">Stellan is now almost 6 months old and he will be having heart surgery today. After 5 months of having a "normal" rhythm this heart suddenly flipped back into SVT (an irregular fast heartrate). After an entire month of going back and forth between rhythms and failing all other treatments, surgery is his only option...and it still may not be a cure. </div><div align="left"> <br /></div><div align="left">So please pray for this sweet boy and his wonderful family today...I know I will.</div>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-28145811319900588632009-04-18T19:03:00.005-04:002009-04-18T19:54:53.488-04:00Exciting day...<div align="left">Here is the exciting post that I promised... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My bestest friends Cookie and Mr. T got engaged last night!!! He had orginally planned to propose this October in Disney World since that is where they met but plans change and he couldn't wait any longer. So this week he called me and told me he had a plan. He decided that since he couldn't actually take her to Disney he'd take her to the closest Disney place here...the Disney Store of course! She was so surprised. We are so excited for them and can't wait for their wedding!!! (maybe that will be at Disney World...)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326172930772181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipgMj2WXIOQHj46rmOpyQgMgOA5oiQzCKGIE8JpJl3z5NvVwTkw4ROqDaVWx8f6ILmC7gmNdEak8d3H8kAvL29_v0MqA3EiuB7CX8AN4jgA17QSn8Qlzd2rHUwhPiZeHAv7hc9csOjk66/s320/candt.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326172933981846194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HStJqsRXsMxdPnENBBbifiVFdgMlA9LkCbab3oZWnvjMYFz8vRuA_sPlSCkVWS0I-tmdbnPXdW8r9jvVh9iw98pZy-s5TRdVqVqh_Vef_NY0LLuTqrzgtP7cxKIHoHO2B_XP-uVmYBWF/s320/candt2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326172935791586658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-wYhqTUZ6VapU2UZummwTfFmoY-F3n7Drt4nYN482Od_mx0ypSWcac9G1MIM8iL7CGRHRbG5EmGzjjR6YfCTJoxdvTVpwOzql2vbcrPiGF32kj65um_UXVgwyPyHSTWxs4QlZiIyUXV0/s320/candt1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Also today is Mr. football and I's 6 month anniversary! It seems like our wedding was just yesterday... 6 months has just flown by. I'd love to say that being married has changed our lives but really it hasn't been that different. We're still the same people, living in the same house who enjoy the same things. But I guess thats a good thing, we don't feel like we need to change ourselves in any way.<br /><br /><br /><br />We're having a great time being married and we have something else to share...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326182711025364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYeOLdJxfszD01bzlq7aMV7ELNf63iq0oBXTNWSXT1qNUkOS0W7CxdQXGsWXBrsw4y4t6L6uo3oK-qFHXpwj-26HUlvEyblX4peP9wcAWd0PTBF9EqrpASdkP5CzGpzkdC4vprbfIhZGZ/s320/pt.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We're having a baby!</span></p>I'm a little over 9 weeks along and we're expecting our little one to arrive in November. Surprise! It definitely was for us at least but we couldn't be happier or more excited.<br /><br />Have a great weekend!Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-30083551134411861742009-04-17T08:21:00.004-04:002009-04-17T08:40:58.366-04:00busy busy busySorry for the absence again...its been quite chaotic around here. Easter with the family was lovely, well except the psycho child who liked to antagonize my poor puppies to the point that they wanted to eat him (both dogs, Jax <em>and </em>Lulu).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637784820150658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKKjAUAwS_mJC8Ax-Xdgp9q96w6sEoNg97_eKo8VHQ2Pk0Wcxrv79G3aUG4nPVkgDmoUtSIy7JnEaLbTMBGps1Jg6QnstSa9t8Uue85jDXWT_Jvtwy6FyZA-ZDLly_sRuvf90N5mnmgkh/s320/diafj+002-1.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">sweet babies, they wouldn't hurt a fly...<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637784555475522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Eg37BWdj-8MiHr1BHv1NHFYCZGoBpXUq2fZ16Sl-Lykg1XD0qBN5oItfpSVj6HONaDkh0CraS3X1oCKucm2XsSJLTgRej79iL3z9ijVBiGp-xWZ4-oqaIa1eI58MfaJWvOp8EaTCWE3m/s320/diafj+001-1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div>With working every night this week and March of Dimes planning I've had little time to eat/sleep/shower let alone blog. But believe me friends, I'd much rather be blogging. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637787985715602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVyLODAtvePAxG2sY9-iawrTPuksLRPYkPHpkVJUMuTMWFEQIT4r-KRKINfl9U9FVb7G4vVx3yBvo4GH-50Tibzo1Rq00yUfIAOZJQIYbDr1ayxfVDGgebq_wwBlnnUchBDtkxa_PW5TX/s320/4-16-09+001.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>I did get a chance to visit with little Bryson this week. He's in the hospital getting another round of chemo and as you can see his spirits are up. He's an amazing boy.</p><p>I'm off to bed now but I promise to post something more exciting tomorrow...</p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-15559305875553964322009-04-10T17:05:00.002-04:002009-04-10T17:15:57.967-04:00One more dayI just have to get through one more night of work, then it's off to my mom and dad's for the weekend...Yay!<br /><br />Saturday my mother and I are lunching, shopping, and stopping by to visit my grandma's grave. My grandma passed away while I was in nursing school and it was probably the biggest heartache of my life. I spent almost all of my childhood life with her. Both of my parents worked all day so my grandma lived with us and raised me. She was an amazing woman and I still miss her everyday.<br /><br />Sunday we are having a picnic with the family. I'm so excited! Once the weather gets nice we like to go out to my parents country house. They have a large piece of property with a pond so I'm sure the puppies will be swimming all day. I can't wait!<br /><br />What are your plans for this weekend?Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141806445038461933.post-40104141327913935042009-04-08T19:47:00.004-04:002009-04-08T19:55:47.993-04:00decisions<div align="left">So after this horrendous winter, I've vowed to get a better car. While I love my car I have now, its jut not practical for the snow. If you remember from a few months ago, I got stuck then my car was acting funny, I thought it was broken completely but once the snow melted it seemed to be ok...anyways...<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">It was a semi-decent day today and Mr. Football happened to get off work early so car-shopping we went. They keep advertising "great deals" and "lowest financing" so we figured why not. It can't hurt to look right?</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Well what do I know.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I've decided that I want to go bigger obviously, but how much bigger? And then it comes down to money. One company will give us such and such deal, but the price is higher. The other company only offers a little bit of a discount but their price is lower....decisions decisions. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So I've narrowed it down...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Do I want this one?</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322472807532584658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyaMNOeo3XwtafW6RfJjEKXr9xTCiUoaxo2mLwXYsdWeilsc-Vqm2P1DFj8mmdMu6GQn8kljUx9_7TOrGpTt-pbAOrfM_BKFN0JyLNKPgaqDLnb2HTkkOLo6o5gYf_tCXFtYTz95oHjYV/s320/2008_highlander_sport_3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">2009 Toyota Highlander</span></em><br /></p><br /><br />Or that one?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322472813344905602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkaW90c-CADFIgWDChQ1vGz1ft9YNYAro3lpLYxPKBFQDKNynqp1EHJuBfyZ5swgMRicw9BW7CrXBklvK1YJvr2DgRIZy5AH2oii0vneGf_-g06IBt9Trj4Vxa9GtHiGR3UzvVmFkX9ri/s320/2009_chevrolet_traverse.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">2009 Chevy Traverse</span></em></p><p align="left">And I thought buying jeans was difficult.</p>Mrs. Not-so-Domesticatedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06844240935214670362noreply@blogger.com19