<?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-5436146</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:22.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Mom's Manical Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Being a stay at home dad is not easy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-115876414564049363</id><published>2006-09-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T07:56:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved</title><summary type='text'>My blog has gone public for now. Yahoo Blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/115876414564049363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=115876414564049363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/115876414564049363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/115876414564049363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-115552134888001429</id><published>2006-08-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:10:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Recap</title><summary type='text'>Well a lot has been happening in my life in the past 10 weeks. We moved to The Duck Lodge Colony. We sold our old house and bought a new one in DLC. We haved moved into the new house and are for the most part done unpacking. I have been mounting lots of things lately with my handy dandy new 18v drill(insert Tim the Toolman Taylor "arh arh arh"). I honestly have no idea how long it will take to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/115552134888001429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=115552134888001429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/115552134888001429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/115552134888001429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-recap.html' title='Summer Recap'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114899700355860873</id><published>2006-05-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:50:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember</title><summary type='text'>I decided to do my memorial Day post on the traditional memorial day instead of the new and improved yay we get Monday off one. I remember my dad. He was a World War II veteran I was always so proud of him. He served his entire career in the Navy caring not for advancement, but more rather serving to the best of his abilities. He did achieve the rank of Senior Cheif(the naval version of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114899700355860873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114899700355860873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114899700355860873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114899700355860873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-remember.html' title='I remember'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114737986037981262</id><published>2006-05-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:21:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winds of Change</title><summary type='text'>The winds of change will definatly be blowing ours lives around this summer. The first change will be coming tommorow as we introduce our family to a new member "Zoe" our new puppy. Cecil and to a lesser degree SharkBait have in the past been afraid of dogs/puppies. I am optimistic though because SA brought her dog Koko(sp) over once and they was more receptive to her because she was a very small</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114737986037981262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114737986037981262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114737986037981262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114737986037981262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/05/winds-of-change.html' title='The Winds of Change'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114675410827662237</id><published>2006-05-04T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:16:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><summary type='text'>So as I sit here today. The kids are in their room at Mom &amp; Dad's house watching Lady and the Tramp. I am watching the NFL Network and drinking some coffee. While my wife is off at an interview hoping to land a job closer to her family. I felt really bad for her last night. She always trys to make things perfect and she worked so hard to get everything prepared to her liking for this interview. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114675410827662237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114675410827662237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114675410827662237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114675410827662237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114530301689830625</id><published>2006-04-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:58:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DaVinci Code</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned earlier I have been reading The DaVinci Code. Just to see what all the talk was about. When I found out what all the talk was about about 3/4ths of the way through I had seen enough and marched directly to the nearest trash receptical and deposited it. Even though this is a work of fiction and the only factual things about the book was listed in the beginning prior to the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114530301689830625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114530301689830625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114530301689830625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114530301689830625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/davinci-code.html' title='The DaVinci Code'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114530235771608998</id><published>2006-04-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:33:28.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't handle the tooth!!</title><summary type='text'>Well the kids have come home from there first ever trip to the dentist with nothing but good news(unlike dad who is going to need 4k $ worth of repairs) no cavities all "perfect" according to the dentist. The only surprise in the least is that during examination of the X-rays it seems that SharkBait is going to lose a tooth before Cecil.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114530235771608998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114530235771608998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114530235771608998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114530235771608998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-cant-handle-tooth.html' title='You can&apos;t handle the tooth!!'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114485330135621908</id><published>2006-04-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:56:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><summary type='text'>Well as I wait to go to the dentist today I am homealone. I took the kids to the sitter and drove my wifeto work so I could have the van for the day. I mustsay it almost seems like I am in a different housewithout the normal sounds of the kids rampagingthrough the hall. I am not sure I can handle this muchpeace haha. So I think I will go out and take care ofsome stuff that I normally can't do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114485330135621908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114485330135621908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114485330135621908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114485330135621908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114476792959161870</id><published>2006-04-11T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:36:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the tooth</title><summary type='text'>As I plunge into another laundry day. I also prepare for my second trip ever to the dentist tomorrow this being just another part of my self improvement that needs to be done. Sometimes I think change is much like quitting, but the converse. The first time it is hard, but after that each time it gets a little easier. Ugh I know this is not going to be pretty. I do not really dread it and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114476792959161870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114476792959161870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114476792959161870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114476792959161870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-tooth.html' title='I want the tooth'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114469754898714448</id><published>2006-04-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:50:12.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4ths Good 1/4th Bad</title><summary type='text'>The weekend get away was great and we both needed it. We slept more than either of us anticipated, but it was relaxing and we came home Saturday refreshed. Once again I want to send out a big "Thank You" to SA for watching the kids. After we got home Saturday we all went out shopping which is becoming a family recreation for us. Saturday night we got the kids in bed and I played some World of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114469754898714448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114469754898714448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114469754898714448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114469754898714448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/34ths-good-14th-bad.html' title='3/4ths Good 1/4th Bad'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114443077693614165</id><published>2006-04-07T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:59:26.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>Ah yes the day has come. I now prepare for my rendevous. Mon amour que je veux vous apprécier aujourd'hui, tommorow, pendant toute ma vie.Also incase it is not obvious this rendevous is with my wife. We have been looking forward to this for quite a while and the seconds can not tick off the clock fast enough for me today. I also want to give a special thank you to "Southern Anthem" a special girl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114443077693614165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114443077693614165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114443077693614165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114443077693614165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114426248461922879</id><published>2006-04-05T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:17:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><summary type='text'>No this is not something profound like the title might make you think. Cecil decided to turn up the Temp in the fridge yesterday so we got to wake up to ruined food and nothing for breakfast. My wife made a quick run to the store for us(Thank you my love) before she went off to work so that we would have something to eat.Kitchen SuspensionSo for now Cecil no longer has freedom to roam the kitchen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114426248461922879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114426248461922879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114426248461922879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114426248461922879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114416964579859120</id><published>2006-04-04T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:54:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing my fears</title><summary type='text'>I am not really a fearful person. There are few things in this world that trigger that emotion with me. I have been facing one of them for 2 almost 3 years now, but this post is not about that fear at all. It is about one that very few people now I have and even less know why. We have recently began allowing Cecil to enter into the kitchen on his own to get water, snacks etc.... He did in fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114416964579859120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114416964579859120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114416964579859120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114416964579859120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/facing-my-fears.html' title='Facing my fears'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114407833210085663</id><published>2006-04-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:00:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellabrate</title><summary type='text'>Well the cell bill came in and I must thankfully say that there was nothing there. I really hate that I let myself get to the point that I could no longer take my wife's word on this and had to actually see something to make me believe. An apology was in order and was given though I am not sure it was accepted. At least I know that she is not obsessed with him anymore though events this weekend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114407833210085663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114407833210085663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114407833210085663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114407833210085663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/04/cellabrate.html' title='Cellabrate'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114381488541486305</id><published>2006-03-31T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:21:26.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No wool over my eyes</title><summary type='text'>This was just a rant I wrote but I decided to go ahead and post it. UGH /duck"I do not lie well, I don't cover lies well, I never have, and I suppose I never will be able to, and I don't know that that is a bad thing, it keeps most people honest"(Mrs. MisterMom). Yet for some reason she seems to think I am stupid. I do not think I am going to need the help of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's fictional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114381488541486305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114381488541486305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114381488541486305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114381488541486305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-wool-over-my-eyes.html' title='No wool over my eyes'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114252648988409168</id><published>2006-03-16T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:22:51.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi Polar Heart</title><summary type='text'>I do not think such a thing really exsists, but it is what I seem to be going through. As I have mentioned previously my wife and I having been on a spritual, emotional and physical roller coaster for the last 2-3 years. We did a quite handy job in destroying the trust we each have for one another. The main question both of us have been asking is "Can I trust him/her with my heart again?" To sum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114252648988409168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114252648988409168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114252648988409168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114252648988409168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/03/bi-polar-heart.html' title='Bi Polar Heart'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114252375486084906</id><published>2006-03-16T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:26:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>A most anticipated event is approaching our household. This event is known as spring break. The general conception of this event is a bunch of kids on some beach. I too thought of it from this perspective until my wife entered her career as a teacher. I then found out the real truth. No matter how much anticipation these kids might have for this "week off" or how much fun they might have during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114252375486084906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114252375486084906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114252375486084906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114252375486084906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-114175333049628822</id><published>2006-03-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:44:31.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday = Laundry</title><summary type='text'>As the title says today is laundry day ugh. So for the next 5-8 hours depending on the dryer I get to wash, dry &amp; fold then repeat. Even with the tedium of this mudane task I still find it hard to think negativly on the situation. As I try to do daily I like to thank God for what I do have. 1. I have a washer to wash my clothes, instead of ye ole scrub board which I have used in my youth.2. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114175333049628822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114175333049628822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114175333049628822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114175333049628822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/03/tuesday-laundry.html' title='Tuesday = Laundry'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114165929051339873</id><published>2006-03-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:43:47.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief Afoot! &amp; Tug of War</title><summary type='text'>Well it seems that the easy days of parenting are coming to a close with my son(who we will call "Cecil"). While in the early days all the diaper changing, bottles, AM wake ups, baths can be taxing. I still view it as the wam up for when the real parenting begins. What I call "real" parenting is where you truly start to shape and mold your children via teaching the important life lessons, morals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114165929051339873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114165929051339873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114165929051339873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114165929051339873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/03/thief-afoot-tug-of-war.html' title='Thief Afoot! &amp; Tug of War'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436146.post-114114590441015438</id><published>2006-02-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:07:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does love have any bounds?</title><summary type='text'>Love is a word the has many different meanings for different people, situations and can even change depending on the context in which it is used. In many ways it is a hypocritical thing for it is a source of both pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow, peace and conflict etc...The thought that has been stuck in my head today is if there is a limit to just how much one person can love another. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/feeds/114114590441015438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5436146&amp;postID=114114590441015438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114114590441015438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/114114590441015438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2006/02/does-love-have-any-bounds.html' title='Does love have any bounds?'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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-5436146.post-105421654834836292</id><published>2003-05-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:20:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward first post</title><summary type='text'>Ok today is my first blog entry ever and at the moment I am just becoming familiar with how it works. Since this post is being done in the morning I do not have much to comment on as far as today goes. However I do get to look forward to doing lots of laundry today because I must prepare for a trip to the in-laws this weekend. I hate laundry! In review this week has been ok got to spend monday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/105421654834836292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5436146/posts/default/105421654834836292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phdefense.blogspot.com/2003/05/awkward-first-post.html' title='Awkward first post'/><author><name>Mister Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13584489925123371408</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></entry></feed>
