<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304577899526697220</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:17:46.924-07:00</updated><category term='husbands'/><category term='oprah'/><category term='dirty dishes'/><category term='Humane Society'/><category term='spoiled child'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='princess'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Jack Russell Terrier'/><category term='sick'/><category term='wife'/><category term='Booger'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='Jack'/><category term='little boys'/><title type='text'>Wifely Duties</title><subtitle type='html'>My life as a young wife!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961815184526505187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304577899526697220.post-4280228113211696215</id><published>2009-10-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:54:15.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I Hate When Hubby Gets Sick</title><content type='html'>Don't you love when your husband gets sick? I know I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so lucky they never have to push a baby out of their &lt;strike&gt;Oprahs&lt;/strike&gt; va-jay-jay, they wouldn't be able to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hubby is sick and it's just a cold, but he is all sniffles and grouch.&amp;nbsp; I try and stay away from him, because I don't want the cold, and I don't want to get my head bitten off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he feels awful, I know colds aren't the greatest thing, but why does he have to act like a little boy? Oh, I play into it, of course. I get him what he wants and needs and treat him like a child. Actually, I do that even when he's not sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he gets better soon, because it is no fun having sick husbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304577899526697220-4280228113211696215?l=wifelyduties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/feeds/4280228113211696215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-when-hubby-gets-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/4280228113211696215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/4280228113211696215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-when-hubby-gets-sick.html' title='I Hate When Hubby Gets Sick'/><author><name>PK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961815184526505187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304577899526697220.post-7195042900291226891</id><published>2009-10-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:54:55.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humane Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Russell Terrier'/><title type='text'>Booger Butt</title><content type='html'>When my husband got back from Kuwait, we decided to adopt a dog from the Humane Society.&amp;nbsp; We wanted a puppy and saw one that I fell in love with, but unfortunately he had something wrong with him, which I can't remember at the moment, but it didn't look good and they thought they would have to &lt;strike&gt;put him to sleep&lt;/strike&gt; send him to the farm. I was not happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies go fast, so most of them were already called for. We then came upon a pitbull that had just had puppies. She was the sweetest thing ever and her name was "Princess" We really wanted her, but pitbulls are not allowed on a military base. It's so unfortunate that they have a bad rep, we have friends who have two female pitbulls and they are the sweetest thing ever. I believe that it is all about how you train your dog. Even little dogs are the devil if you don't train them right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we found our puppy! His name was "Jack" and he is a Jack Russell Terrier and is three years old. He sat quietly in his cage, while all of the others cried for our attention.&amp;nbsp; He knew how to play the game, because he can be bad sometimes but he is still sweet when he wants to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to get him and bring him home, he was so excited! I didn't like the name "Jack" because it was too normal for a&amp;nbsp; girl who had a cat named "Stinkbutt" (RIP, I'll talk about Stinkbutt later) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe his name could be lucky, because he had a shamrock collar, but hubby didn't like that. While "Jack" was running around playing I called him a "Little Booger" and thats how he got his name "Booger"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs when we tell them that, like they can't believe we named our dog after something you pick out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We occasionally call him "Booger Jack", "Booger Butt", or "Booger Jack Daniels" (when we have been drinking, of course) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is "my baby", he loves to have me rock him to sleep, and he is a cuddler! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him! Don't let the face fool you :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTP2JYxaoI/AAAAAAAAABk/gAQHoKS0mTQ/s1600-h/SDC12000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTP2JYxaoI/AAAAAAAAABk/gAQHoKS0mTQ/s320/SDC12000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTP8LKhi2I/AAAAAAAAABs/Z05nZcJ8Cj8/s1600-h/SDC12004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTP8LKhi2I/AAAAAAAAABs/Z05nZcJ8Cj8/s320/SDC12004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll tell you the story of how the next door neighbors know him later, you won't believe this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304577899526697220-7195042900291226891?l=wifelyduties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/feeds/7195042900291226891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/booger-butt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/7195042900291226891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/7195042900291226891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/booger-butt.html' title='Booger Butt'/><author><name>PK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961815184526505187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTP2JYxaoI/AAAAAAAAABk/gAQHoKS0mTQ/s72-c/SDC12000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304577899526697220.post-2074972702924841542</id><published>2009-10-01T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:35:50.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiled child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty dishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Princess Wifey</title><content type='html'>My mother never taught me the basics of taking care of a household. I was an only child, and I acted like the sterotypical only child--Spoiled, bratty, and I got everything I wanted. My mother never made me lay a hand on a dish or a vaccuum. I wish she would have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulties coming to terms with cleaning. Simple things, such as doing the dishes&amp;nbsp;are a daily struggle for me, and laundry piles up in the laundry room. Thank goodness Hubby and I have our own bathrooms. He compares mine to a murder scene! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am grossed out by doing the dishes. Our dishwasher works like a&amp;nbsp;POS.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting better at it though. I'm getting better at touching the food that gets stuck to the dish. It's so nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've never been made to fold my own laundry or put it away, let alone someone elses. I wash and dry the laundry and throw it on top of the dryer. I wish I didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I know it frusturates my husband that I am not a clean freak. He is not&amp;nbsp;a clean freak either though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He takes off his clothes after work and throws them on the living room floor! Why can't he walk the extra two feet to the laundry room!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very organized, never have been. I wish I was more organized. I think that would solve a lot of my problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just pure laziness, or should I blame my mother for not making me do these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any tips for me, or how they deal with the housework responsibilities, I would love to know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTMLmTdouI/AAAAAAAAABc/8OdJKzGI0cA/s1600-h/barbarabillingsley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTMLmTdouI/AAAAAAAAABc/8OdJKzGI0cA/s320/barbarabillingsley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just call me the dysfunctional June Cleaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Princess Wifey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304577899526697220-2074972702924841542?l=wifelyduties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/feeds/2074972702924841542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/princess-wifey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/2074972702924841542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/2074972702924841542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/princess-wifey.html' title='Princess Wifey'/><author><name>PK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961815184526505187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTMLmTdouI/AAAAAAAAABc/8OdJKzGI0cA/s72-c/barbarabillingsley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2304577899526697220.post-9032475969319845664</id><published>2009-10-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:17:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTWAuC6R7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KlIJY6gnWf0/s320/IMG_0069-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met my husband when I was 17 years old&amp;nbsp;at a party. It wasn't love at first sight, like most fairy tale romances. I was sitting on the couch when he walked through the door. He had an arrogant air about him and I didn't like it. He was 19 and had just entered the Air Force six months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we all ended up in the cramped kitchen and were drinking electric lemonade *vodka and crystal light lemonade* I saw that he had pulled out a pack of Newports, and I asked if I could go out and smoke with him. We went out on the back patio and started talking *I have no idea about what* The next thing I know I'm turning toward his face and we start kissing! I really don't know how that happened, I wasn't even that drunk, I don't think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might add that the people that were throwing the party I was living with at the time and they were moving out soon and I was going to stay there.&amp;nbsp; Hubby started staying over a lot and it got kind of serious for me, but he didn't feel like it was that serious. (I found that out later) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&amp;nbsp;I fall hard fast, even for arrogant guys! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months it got more serious for him, and he realized that he didn't want to lose me. I turned 18 and we were still going strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I turned 19 he told me he had to go to Kuwait. What was I going to do? He was everything to me and I didn't want to lose him.&amp;nbsp; He asked me to marry him and of course I said YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got married a week before he had to leave, in the courthouse.&amp;nbsp;I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When he left, I stayed with my grandparents in Las Vegas for 8 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally got back in March, and we had a vow renewal ceremony in July! I'll put pictures up as soon as I get the disc! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's pretty much the story, a lot of minor details left out but I can't tell you everything! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/powered_by_fb.gif" alt="Powered by FeedBurner" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2304577899526697220-9032475969319845664?l=wifelyduties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/feeds/9032475969319845664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/hubby-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/9032475969319845664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2304577899526697220/posts/default/9032475969319845664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifelyduties.blogspot.com/2009/10/hubby-and-i.html' title='Hubby and I'/><author><name>PK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961815184526505187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cOEz-v8mb0E/SsTWAuC6R7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KlIJY6gnWf0/s72-c/IMG_0069-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
