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  <updated>2007-04-10T01:09:08Z</updated>
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    <title>Just another update!</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T01:09:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Since the age of 18, I always wanted to learn how to drive a standard.&amp;nbsp; Well opportunity came knocking when my husband received one from a friend two years ago.&amp;nbsp; Now you have to understand that during these past two years, I have constantly asked and even at times begged my husband to teach me.&amp;nbsp; But to no avail, he always made an excuse as to why we couldn't go out and learn,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since he was gone for a week, and took the only vehicle I could drive, I asked a friend to assist me in the matter.&amp;nbsp; All I can say it was an experience I will not soon forget.&amp;nbsp; We drove out of town to a very large parking lot and basically told me this is how you work a standard, and now get into the driver's seat.&amp;nbsp; It took me about ten minutes to figure out the gears and how not to stall and most importantly, the break was my friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there was no one around to see my first lesson.&amp;nbsp; My poor friend, her neck must have been sore.&amp;nbsp; We did take the baby out for a spin and didn't do too bad with the driving on the highway, but going in reverse and practicing going up a hill from&amp;nbsp; a stand still was another matter.&amp;nbsp; I freaked everytime I rolled a bit backwards and would step on the gas and forget to let go of the clutch.&amp;nbsp; The roaring of the engine, well, let's just say, I definately scared away the wildlife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I driven the babe since?&amp;nbsp; Nope too chicken.&amp;nbsp; I think I need just a little more time before I try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this new experience, it has been a wonderful week.&amp;nbsp; Easter was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; We started out by having a huge pancake breakfast at our church, and then afterwards a baptisimal service.&amp;nbsp; My two older rug rats got baptised by their father.&amp;nbsp; It was a very beautiful site to see.&amp;nbsp; I bawled my eyes out while trying to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; Other than this I have been trying, and having succeeded, collected all my Easter Eggs on AI, not just once, but twice.&amp;nbsp; It helps when you have clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Alone Time!</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T00:29:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;What can say?&amp;nbsp; How often do you get alone time.&amp;nbsp; For myself, not very often. I am either out working my full time job, or taking care of my kids, husband, and house.&amp;nbsp; Alone time is spending a whole 10 minutes in a bubble bath before the youngest, who is 5, decides she needs a bath too, because she is stinky&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ;0).&amp;nbsp; LOL.&amp;nbsp; Or enjoying a cup of Jo in the morning before I have to get everyone else up for school and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, what I consider, a bachalorette for one week.&amp;nbsp; This means, I still go to work, but I can sleep in, eat what I really like, and do whatever I like without having a conflict with my husband's schedule or taking the kids somewhere for an activity outside of school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I truly enjoying myself?&amp;nbsp; Yes and no.&amp;nbsp; As much as it is nice, I have to admit I do miss the hugs and kisses I get from my family, and I even miss the bickering between the two older ones, well, hmmm, maybe not that much on that one.&amp;nbsp; The house is quiet and I have music blaring to fill in the noise that usually would be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my alone time, in very small chunks, but I would rather have the craziness of family life surround me. It is what makes me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my husband surviving a road trip with three kids, that is story for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;csd&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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