<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229618</id><updated>2009-02-20T17:39:27.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not all BON-BONS AND SOAP OPERAS</title><subtitle type='html'>Stay at home mom with three children, actually four when you count my husband</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyathome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyathome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08915016361941733669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229618.post-107427183719296208</id><published>2004-01-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T08:52:31.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally back.  it's been so long, but i just don't feel half the crap that happens to me throughout the day is really worthy of sharing.  travel trailers, dog grooming, doctors appointments, breakfasts, lunches, snacks, dinner, laundry, hide-n-seek, ballpark, bath time, shopping, emails, blog surfing and so on and so forth.  i guess this is why i live vicariously through my best friend amber.  she has all the great stories.  BTW, the new family tradition was a huge success.  i'm going to make some what of a post every day, even if it is just a thought or two.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229618-107427183719296208?l=mommyathome.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107427183719296208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107427183719296208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyathome.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427183719296208' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08915016361941733669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09485541422849837169'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229618.post-107204644573776291</id><published>2003-12-21T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:17:39.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am implementing a new christmas family tradition.  This evening our family; me, daddy, amandee, todd, faith, aunt sylvia, aunt jamie, aunt amber, uncle sean, our nephew austin and april, our dog will be having our usual sunday family dinner then we will proceed to the living area to start our new christmas tradition.  we will string popcorn while watching 'it's a wonderful life'.  now i know this is hard for many to believe but not one of us has ever seen it.  i am so excited.  when i was younger, we did not have any type of holiday traditions in my family, nor did my husband.  now he had traditional christmas's, decorated trees, stockings hung above the fireplace, gifts wrapped and put under the tree a week or so before christmas so that the anticipation just builds and builds.  then, on christmas morning, the few gifts that santa left (you could tell those because they are unwrapped) the half eaten christmas cookie and the crumbs that are floating in the half a cup of milk were all the things he remembers most, and those are the same things we do for our kids.  my christmas's were never so magical.  that is probably why traditions are starting to mean so much to me.  i want to instill them in my children so that they can carry them on, but most importantly, i want my husband and i to be able to enjoy them with our children when they have families of their own. i can just imagine our children with their families now... 'hurry up and get your shoes on, you know we are headed to grandma and grampas to watch 'it's a wonderful life' and string popcorn, just like we do every year'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tonight the traditions starts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229618-107204644573776291?l=mommyathome.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107204644573776291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107204644573776291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyathome.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204644573776291' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08915016361941733669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09485541422849837169'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229618.post-107193752841670438</id><published>2003-12-20T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T08:35:08.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my best friend has had a blog for the last few months and she has always suggested i create one.  just when i think i will, i read hers and then i think 'no way in hell'.  she is such a great writer that i become very insecure with the thought. she is in the wrong profession. www.ambernicole.blogspot.com   after much thought and after the last couple of days events, i decided to make a blog, but just to release some frustrations of being a stay-at-home mom.  not for entertaining purposes or for anything more than just my own personal daily release of feelings that come.  i am not even telling my family or friends about this blog.  i may not even post daily.  i am no longer worried about my ritin skeelz (not really, i am well educated) because it is not about that.  it is for me!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now please don't get me wrong, i do love being a stay at home mom, but it is one of the most thankless jobs ever.  i don't get awards or bonuses or even pats on the back to let me know what  a great job i am doing.  now as for my quotas and such, they are so long term that i almost forget about them--no teen pregnancies, teach them to just say no to drugs, focus on the honor roll so that they can have a better chance at getting accepted at the college of choice, to make my children leaders and not followers, and the list goes on and on.  my oldest is ten and my youngest is three.  they are both girls and then there is the middle one who is six.  he is the boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, since there are no recognition events in my honor, no type of bonuses and no high-fives for a job well done, i have to wait patiently until my children are in there twenties, post college graduates, to see if i have done a great job or not.  sometimes i do not think i will live long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was going to post about my last few days events, they have disturbed me terribly, but because of the already long post, and all the interruptions (had to make breakfast, locate 4 basketballs for practice, find jackets, find shoes, pull hair back in ponytail, give instruction of 'brush your teeth' five, six, maybe ten times, print schedules, rsvp for a few birthday parties, hot glue a christmas ornament, walk the dog, start a fire, give younger sister christmas gift suggestions, and so on and so forth)  i thought i should just try it again later.  BTW-i am not a single parent.  i will forever refer to my husband as my forth child.  the schedules, basketballs and the jacket to be found was all for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229618-107193752841670438?l=mommyathome.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107193752841670438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229618/posts/default/107193752841670438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyathome.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193752841670438' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08915016361941733669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09485541422849837169'/></author></entry></feed>