<?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-7725942</id><updated>2009-02-21T05:52:00.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Made On-Line</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of a (somewhat) normal man who found his true love in an Internet chat room.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110646008863170258</id><published>2005-01-22T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:24:51.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Is History (My Last Post)....</title><content type='html'>If by mid day on Sunday the 23rd of January you haven't received an e-mail from me giving you a link to my new blog, you might want to e-mail me for the link. My e-mail can be found in my my profile. This blog will no longer be updated. If you care to continue to be updated on the "life of Chuck", shoot me an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a wonderful, almost eight month, experience. I hate to see it end, but I look forward to what the future has to bring. Y'all come and continue to hang out with me, the wife and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but this is the last post from Chuck of "Marriage Made On-line", you will have to tune in to the new site to follow the adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue "The Jefferson's theme song"&lt;em&gt;......"Well, we're moving on up, to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110646008863170258?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110646008863170258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110646008863170258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110646008863170258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110646008863170258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-blog-is-history-my-last-post.html' title='This Blog Is History (My Last Post)....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110636879567330115</id><published>2005-01-21T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:39:55.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of My Blog.....?</title><content type='html'>Well the working with the boss and the review went fairly well, but now I have a problem. I would like to get some feed back from you guys. Remember back in November when I went to San Diego? The week that some of my blogger friends took over posting for me? Okay, good...well it seems that one of those nights I got a little drunk and happened to mention to my boss about my blog. I blame this entirely on &lt;a href="http://returnhappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; because it was his hilarious first post he &lt;a href="http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/11/sinister-truth.html"&gt;made&lt;/a&gt;, as a guest blogger, that caused my intoxicated tongue to want to wag. I just thought it was so damn funny I just had to share. So who do I share it with? My freaking boss. He has internet access on his phone so he pulled it up right there, during the after dinner/drunkfest time, and looked it over. Well, evidently he came back and looked later as well as told his wife about it too. He also shared it with another employee from New Orleans. So all this time there has been at least three people possibly reading this that I would rather not be here reading. Damn vodka tonics! So last night, over even more drinks, he tells me that he had read a few post. He "claims" that he never came back after that first few visits, but I don't know what to think. Hell, he could be reading right now for all I know. It is not that I say anything too detailed on here about my job or my company. I don't give out any corporate secrets. I just feel kind of weird thinking that he could be reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hear is where I would ask for your feedback. Do you think I should put this blog to rest and start up another? If I were to do that how would I let all you, my regular readers, know the new address? I guess I could send out a massive email, but I am sure there are a few of you who read whose email address I don't have. Or should I just say screw it, and keep this one up and running. I mean, in reality there isn't much here that I have written about that he doesn't already know. When we get together, and the work is done, we usually hit the bar pretty hard. Then we tend to talk about things most bosses and their employee's don't usually talk about. Plus, it's not like I am blogging during work hours! Let me know what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news Susan and I watched The Omen tonight. Believe it or not I have never seen that movie. She had seen it, but it had been like back in 1980. It was a pretty decent flick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also I had to delete all the pictures I had posted on here. As some of you may have noticed it was taking forever for my blog to load. I figured it may have been due to the pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all have a nice weekend!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110636879567330115?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110636879567330115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110636879567330115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110636879567330115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110636879567330115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/end-of-my-blog.html' title='The End Of My Blog.....?'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110619763209167435</id><published>2005-01-19T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:31:25.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loves Me Some Bush...</title><content type='html'>Especially the one on the far left. Isn't Jenna hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy, busy, busy. So, sorry not much to report. Tomorrow and Friday I will be very busy with work. My boss is coming into town to work with me and do my review. Hope that goes over well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hard at work during the day and kicking back and watching TV with the family at night. We all have enjoyed the first two episodes of the new season of American Idol. My daughter loves to sing, and is quite talented, so the show is something that we enjoy watching as a family. Tonight me and Susan have been watching "I love the 90's part deux" on VH1. That trip down memory lane sure is a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to taking a moment away from work tomorrow to watch the second (thank God) inauguration of President Bush. Unfortunately I had to decline my invitations to the parties since I have to work. Oh well...maybe I can attend the balls for the next inaugural when President Condoleeza Rice takes office. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to y'all again, hopefully, on Friday evening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110619763209167435?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110619763209167435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110619763209167435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110619763209167435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110619763209167435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-loves-me-some-bush.html' title='I Loves Me Some Bush...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110608119942728731</id><published>2005-01-18T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:48:55.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch With Snagley....</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://bosnagley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bo Snagley&lt;/a&gt;. The man has no table manners. Used his fingers to eat with and his sleeve as a napkin. It was sad. And the belching was atrocious! Most of the restaurant was staring. Sad to see that some people just have no home training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110608119942728731?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110608119942728731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110608119942728731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110608119942728731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110608119942728731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/lunch-with-snagley_18.html' title='Lunch With Snagley....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110602252196633393</id><published>2005-01-17T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:51:15.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Friends and College Days....</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about my college days tonight and thought I would scan and post a picture. The picture below was taken on the night of me and my, (later to become) ex wife's first date. FA, although she wasn't such a FA back then, had invited me to her sorority fall formal. Me and the guy in the pic were both in the same fraternity, although at the time he was an initiated brother and I was a pledge. I am not sure of his name now...I guess it has been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sat here going through my old photo album from those days. I bet I have over 100 pictures. Hmmmm, I wonder if I should scan and post any others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110602252196633393?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110602252196633393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110602252196633393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110602252196633393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110602252196633393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/remembering-friends-and-college-days.html' title='Remembering Friends and College Days....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110602098769064619</id><published>2005-01-17T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:41:14.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1456/640/c&amp;m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a friend during the college days, those are napkins on our heads, in case you were wondering, and yes...we were posing in an elevator... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110602098769064619?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110602098769064619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110602098769064619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110602098769064619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110602098769064619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-and-friend-during-college-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110591161005548298</id><published>2005-01-16T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:52:46.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"YAWN"...Not much to read here....</title><content type='html'>Well, this has been an interesting although boring weekend. We haven't done too much except watch football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night my daughter had two friends over to spend the night. I fixed hot dogs and chips and they had a great time doing whatever it is that 11 and 12 year old girls do. Later in the evening they watched &lt;a href="http://www.signsmovie.co.uk/"&gt;Signs&lt;/a&gt; and I listened from my bedroom as they periodically screamed at the spooky parts. Meanwhile I was engrossed with the afore mentioned Battlestar Galactica two episode series premier. I was impressed, it was pretty good. Later that night I stayed up pretty late fighting with, uh I mean talking with Susan. The girls stayed up late to, till three am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, once the girls had all been picked up, I took my daughter to another friends for another sleep over then came home and began a day pretty much taken up by football. My son, by the way, is with his Mother this weekend. Last night I went and picked up some carry out, hot wings from this &lt;a href="http://zaxbys.com/zaxbysmain.html"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;, and we watched more of the games. Susan went to bed around 10:30 and I followed along about an hour and a half later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we slept late, or as &lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; says had a "lie in". Once we awoke and I had showered we drove to Wal Mart and bought some groceries, then came home to begin another day of football. Thanks to Susan's advice I have correctly picked three of the four games, so far played, this weekend on ESSF's &lt;a href="http://essfingers.blogspot.com/2005/01/round-2-fantasy-football-picks.html"&gt;Fantasy Football Picks&lt;/a&gt;. My wife knows football. I have never met a woman who knows more about football than her. She knows the weights, heights and college teams of most of the pro players out there. She has this little game where she will ask me, "Where did that guy go to school?" Since I hardly know any of the answers I always guess something stupid like, "Uh....that would be Skankyville Community College." Sometimes I wonder if she really knows all this crap she claims to. Oh well, knowing how inferior women are to men I guess I can't begrudge her this one feeling of superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that last sentence was a joke....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Susan is now down for her nap and I sit here with a diet coke, a marboro light and my lap top. I have some chicken breasts marinating in &lt;a href="http://www.carboptions.com/prod_AsianMarinade.asp"&gt;low carb teriyaki sauce&lt;/a&gt; and a salad ready to be mixed together. All I have to do is fire up my grill later and dinner will be about ready. It is time for the Colts to take on the Pats. Hope &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/players/playerpage/12531"&gt;Peyton&lt;/a&gt; keeps it together and secures Indy a trip to the next round. I really don't know why I like him so much, my wife would leave my ass in a heartbeat if he would have her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=519&amp;amp;u=/ap/20050115/ap_on_re_us/bleach_death_1&amp;amp;printer=1"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; is pretty sad, and it's too bad it comes from my neck of the woods...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats about it for now, anything else you want to know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110591161005548298?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110591161005548298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110591161005548298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110591161005548298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110591161005548298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/yawnnot-much-to-read-here.html' title='&quot;YAWN&quot;...Not much to read here....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110568072521833321</id><published>2005-01-13T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:45:24.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SciFi vs. Sex and My Son The Cat....</title><content type='html'>Glad to see there are a few of you out there looking forward to the Battlestar Galactica series. Ed, I am pissed that you Brits have already been privy to the series before us over here! For some reason that just don't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty boring. Went on a couple sales calls with a customer and took him to lunch. Came home and worked hard. I talked to my boss today. I have been awarded two customer trips this year. One is for a cruise in the Caribbean and the other is a winter trip to a nice resort in the Canadian Rockies. Usually we are only allowed to go on one a year. Since I have never had the opportunity to go on customer trips before, as my counterparts have, I suggested that we (me and Susan) get to take both this year. He informed me that that was a decent argument and it would be a good possibility that we could take them both. But if it comes down to having to choose one, we will go with the cruise. Never been on one of those before, but I have seen snow and skied a few times. Plus I don't like Canada all that much, no offense to any Canadians who may be reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, as I was making dinner, my four year old son was crawling around the kitchen floor acting like a cat. At the back door we keep a bag of cat food for Susan's cat. Her cat has to be given food in her bowl on the sidewalk out back because she won't come in the garage and eat with the other (T's) cat. L kept saying, in a high pitched cat's voice, that he wanted some of the cat food. Well I told him to stick his hand in the bag and get him a piece. With me and Susan looking on he did just that. He took a little kernel and stuck it in his mouth and chewed it up. After he had swallowed he said, "Mmmm, that was good!", then asked (in the cat voice) for some water. Susan suggested he have a bowl full with some milk but he wasn't down for that. Guess it wasn't that good after all. Is it bad that we find joy in watching our child eat cat food? Lord, I hope this doesn't make me a bad parent. It can't hurt him, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has now been five days since I have had marital relations with my wife. I was offered the opportunity last night on "hump day", but I declined. Susan's "aunt flo" came to visit, and seeing as it was the first day of the visit I didn't feel inclined (or have the stomach) to accept the invitation. Hopefully by Friday night things will settle down enough to take a trip to pleasure town! If it coincides with the Battlestar Galactica premier tomorrow night I may have to skip.............the sex. LOL  Go check out the three trailers &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/mini/trailers/full/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, they are all good but the second and third are the bomb!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A recent commenter on my blog, Bo Snagley, has started a &lt;a href="http://bosnagley.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Y'all go say hey, and encourage him to post something other than about how my floors/carpets aren't clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110568072521833321?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110568072521833321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110568072521833321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110568072521833321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110568072521833321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/scifi-vs-sex-and-my-son-cat.html' title='SciFi vs. Sex and My Son The Cat....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110559076243476329</id><published>2005-01-12T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:32:42.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Lords Of Kobal...</title><content type='html'>To many of you this will probably not mean a thing. But I feel like I should talk a little about something that I am VERY excited about. Before I do, take a walk back in time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the late Seventies and Star Wars was a smash hit in the theaters. Network television decides to get in on the success and rides the Star Wars coat tails with a series called Battlestar Galactia. It was on for a only a few years, but it made its mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fast forward 25 years and there is a mini series on the SciFi network which goes by the same name. There are some differences, but it still is recognizable with the original. Yeah, maybe Starbuck is now a woman, the special effects are much better and Lorne Green's character has been replaced by &lt;a href="http://scifi.com/battlestar/mini/characters/"&gt;Edward James Olmas &lt;/a&gt;, but there is the same threat to human kind. Maybe the Cylons are more high tech and there is a little more sex than the original, but you know the &lt;a href="http://battlestarfanclub.com/battlestar/photos/bgpic12.jpg"&gt;Galactia&lt;/a&gt; when you see it gliding through space. This was a great remake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini series originally aired back in December of 2003 (I watched it the first time then), but was re-aired tonight on SciFi. This is all leading up to a new series beginning this Friday night on the same network. The first episode will air this Friday night (Jan. 14) at 9pm EST. Go check out the website &lt;a href="http://scifi.com/battlestar/mini/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure to turn up your speaker volume. Friends, this is a good show...People Magazine even gave it 3.5 stars! It just really takes me back....I loved the original and can't wait for the new series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110559076243476329?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110559076243476329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110559076243476329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110559076243476329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110559076243476329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/by-lords-of-kobal.html' title='By The Lords Of Kobal...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110550855459608234</id><published>2005-01-11T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:09:44.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1456/640/LukeHalloween04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my son on Halloween...Yes, I just picked the film up from CVS today...little late, but luckily I have the new scanner. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110550855459608234?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110550855459608234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110550855459608234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110550855459608234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110550855459608234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-my-son-on-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110550845309322334</id><published>2005-01-11T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:10:03.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/186/1456/640/TayHalloween04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter on Halloween... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110550845309322334?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110550845309322334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110550845309322334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110550845309322334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110550845309322334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-daughter-on-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110548756528913683</id><published>2005-01-11T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T17:52:45.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck, The Grandfather.....</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty uneventful day, other than the dream I woke up from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First the day....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked and nothing exciting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most vivid dream that my 11 year old daughter was pregnant. I remember thinking (in the dream) how in the world I would explain this to family, friends and her teachers. In my dream I recall discussing with Susan how an abortion would be out of the question so we would have to find adoptive parents for the baby once it was born. Then I remember she and I having discussions about how it may be possible for us to adopt and raise the child. What a FREAKY dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke around 6:10 am I looked over at Susan, in the process of getting ready for work, and asked her if T was pregnant. Please realize that I was still mostly asleep and my mind was pretty cloudy. She said something along the lines of, "What? Are you smoking crack?" I rolled back over and realized, still 1/2 asleep, that my daughter hadn't even gotten her period yet, so being pregnant would be out of the question. I went back to a dreamless sleep and woke up again around 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, this has shaken me all day. I sure hope it wasn't an omen of things to come! I mentioned a few post back that I have been having some pretty weird and vivid dreams lately. I wonder what may be waiting for me tonight when I go to sleep....Freddy Kruger? I sure hope not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110548756528913683?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110548756528913683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110548756528913683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110548756528913683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110548756528913683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/chuck-grandfather.html' title='Chuck, The Grandfather.....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110541194620587690</id><published>2005-01-10T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:52:26.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day and Rae...(hey, that rhymes)...</title><content type='html'>This has been a busy day. Had to travel out of town to meet with a customer in NW Alabama. I have been gone from 9am till around 6 pm. Got pulled over on the way home. I was ticketed for doing 73 in a 55 zone. Great way to spend $167! This is the first speeding ticket I have had in 11 years, and only the 4th that I have ever had. Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a friend who has started her own blog. Go check out &lt;a href="http://newwomaninthesouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rae's place&lt;/a&gt;, and send her some love. She is new at this, but promises to be a faithful blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to put the kids to bed....more tomorrow evening, I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110541194620587690?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110541194620587690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110541194620587690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110541194620587690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110541194620587690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/busy-day-and-raehey-that-rhymes.html' title='Busy Day and Rae...(hey, that rhymes)...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110522630256599268</id><published>2005-01-09T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:06:55.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Stupid Quiz....</title><content type='html'>Chris challenged me to do it, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 names you go by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, Dad, Hey You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 screen names you have:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suechu116 (on Yahoo IM) is the only one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you like about yourself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compassionate, loving, punctual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight, hair, addictive personality&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 parts of your heritage: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English, Cherokee, Corellian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things that scare you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being alone, losing my kids, Ted Kennedy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of your everyday essentials:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tobacco, vodka, toilet paper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you're wearing right now:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;White T-shirt, boxer shorts, athletic socks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of your favorite bands/artists (subject to change at any time):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starland Vocal Band, The Partridge Family, Atlantic Star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of your favorite songs at present:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afternoon Delight, I think I love you, Always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lose 50 lbs and keep it off, Swinging, nude sun bathing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honesty, hot sex, worship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 truths and a lie:(no particular order to keep ya guessing) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urinated with (country star) Alan Jackson, My tesicles didn't drop till I was 14, I have never (unfortunately) had sex with a woman of another race&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 physical things about a love interest that appeal: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice hair, hot/juicy booty, ample bosom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you just can't do without:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, my children, friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading, blogging, sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you want to do really badly right now:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travel out of the country, get new bedroom furniture, have wild sex with my wife&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 careers you're considering (let's say I would consider): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;College professor, archeologist, hand model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 places you want to go on vacation: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The UK, Germany, Northern California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 kids names (either boy or girl):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tad, Han, Oprah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 things you want to do before you die:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See Europe, have fun with my grandchildren, say "see ya" as my ex wife moves far away with a new husband&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 people who have to take this quiz now: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://letaripper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dobbs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://roadtopregnancy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110522630256599268?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110522630256599268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110522630256599268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110522630256599268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110522630256599268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-stupid-quiz.html' title='Another Stupid Quiz....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110521859893677470</id><published>2005-01-08T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:48:47.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday....</title><content type='html'>Standing on the scale this morning I found that I have lost 13 lbs since I started this diet back on Monday. Not bad for five days of dieting. Didn't expect to have lost any due to the happy hour trip I took with an old college buddy last night. M and I met at a wing place, had a couple beers, ate some wings and caught up. We hadn't seen each other in about a year, so it was nice to see what all had been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad the weekend is here! This had been a busy week trying to catch up after so much time off work. We haven't done much today but sit around. I cleaned and organized my office. Susan has been on my ass for a while now to get things cleared up in my office. I literally had piles of paperwork and other stuff all over my desk and even on the floor. Today I sat down and weeded through the whole mess and filed what I needed and trashed the rest. Since then I have been installing my new HP 5 in 1 printer and wiping the inch of dust from all my office furniture. Susan is now down for her usual Saturday nap and I will be alone for at least three hours. Hmmm, wonder what I could do to pass the time? Reckon I will have to put on my "blog whore" hat and go surf all your sites. Might even leave a comment or two while I am at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/catalog/DisplayMoreMovieProductDetails.action?movieID=134047&amp;channel=Movies&amp;amp;subChannel=sub#Full"&gt;King Arthur&lt;/a&gt; on DVD last night. This is really a good movie. Doesn't have all the far flung crap associated with most of the Arthurian Legends. The movie takes the stance, which many historians do, that Arthur was actually the son of a British woman and a Roman father and was the leader of a group of knights serving the Roman government on the British Island. Very good movie, lots of action and battle gore...I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Robert Dobbs and family on the birth of his second daughter. Go check out her &lt;a href="http://letaripper.blogspot.com/2005/01/815-am-1505.html"&gt;picture on his blog&lt;/a&gt;. She is a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit: 11:38 pm...Susan and I went out tonight shopping at the mall, then went to O'Charley's for dinner. I had a nice steak with broccoli and a Caesar salad...along with a couple of draft beers. We came home and Susan suddenly became quite the horny one. We retired into the bedroom and she went wild slobbing the knob. This turned into some awesome missionary position sex where, after 15 minutes or so of hard pounding, she came and I followed, 30 seconds later, by pulling out and shooting a big load on her stomach. Just in case y'all were wanting to know....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110521859893677470?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110521859893677470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110521859893677470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110521859893677470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110521859893677470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110498767676655026</id><published>2005-01-05T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:24:02.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Report...</title><content type='html'>What a day! I am two days into my new diet and I am down seven and a half pounds! I was pretty surprised when I stepped on the scale this morning. Had to re-step on it a couple times to be sure it was right! Later today, when I took my daughter to the dentist, I had to actually take the belt up a notch. All I have eaten today was....breakfast, 4 pieces of sausage. Lunch, a hand full of pepperoni and a hunk of cheese. Supper, two steaks with some of the low carb A1 sauce. Evening snack, another hunk of cheese. And the cool thing is that I have felt full all day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new mattress was....okay. Susan said she slept like a rock. I, on the other hand, woke up every couple hours. When I got out of bed this morning the small of my back was hurting. Susan said it was because I always sleep on my stomach. I think it might be because this fancy new mattress has the firmness of granite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight we watched &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/catalog/DisplayMoreMovieProductDetails.action?movieID=133917&amp;channel=Movies&amp;amp;subChannel=sub#Full"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;. That was a damn good movie! I love British comedy and have been a avid watcher of Britcoms on PBS for years. My favorites are "&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/articles/k/keepingupappeara_7773960.shtml"&gt;Keeping Up Appearances&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/articles/a/areyoubeingserve_7770355.shtml"&gt;Are You Being Served&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.fawltysite.net/"&gt;Fawlty Towers&lt;/a&gt;". Any of the Python shows or movies are sure to keep me laughing my ass off too. So, &lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt;...is Keeping Up Appearances still on in the UK? God, Hyacinth Bucket cracks me up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a more serious note, tomorrow we are going to meet with my attorney. The ex has freeloaded for long enough, and not done her share to help out with the kids, so we are going to look into getting total custoday and stopping with the alimony. It has been two years, and she hasn't tried to do anything to find a job or make herself better. We are sick of paying her money to sit on her ass and get her hair and nails done, along with the tanning bed, while we struggle to make ends meet as a family of four. Her Mom has been paying her rent and utilities for the past few months. If the ex doesn't want to do something to better her situation, then her Mom can pull her weight 100%. Susan and I are tired of doing it! Cross your fingers for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110498767676655026?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110498767676655026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110498767676655026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110498767676655026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110498767676655026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/hump-day-report.html' title='Hump Day Report...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110488324881244063</id><published>2005-01-04T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:57:05.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Mattress and Brad Pitt's Backside...</title><content type='html'>Boy I tell you, I have practically been off now for the better part of two weeks and it has sucked getting back into the swing of things. But I did, and I worked hard today! Had a lot of stuff to catch up on, emails to answer/send and calls to return. It's been a crazy day, but now I am ready for a breather, at least until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for our new mattress to be delivered tonight. I asked Susan earlier if she thought we could "take it for a test drive this evening" and she said with a roll of her eyes and a sigh, "Oh, I guess so." Wow! It is so wonderful to have a wife that is so enthused. Sure does make a fellow feel special....NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little break today and watched Troy. Damn, what kind of idiot would friggin start a war over a piece of ass? Hell, he was a prince...he could have had any woman in the damn country! And what about that "gift horse"? What is it they say? "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" or something like that? Yeah, I can see why. The movie was okay. The action was great. Could have done without seeing Brad Pitt's naked ass so much though. Great, now I am going to get all kinds of hits from people Googling pics of &lt;em&gt;that persons&lt;/em&gt; ass. So far today I have gotten hits from folks looking for everything from "cum facials" and "kids over my knee", to "wives with big dicked men"! Well those that came for the first and the third have come to the right place! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way....today is day two of my "very low carb diet" and this morning when I weighed I was 2 and a half pounds lighter than yesterday morning!! Whooo Hoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, there wasn't much worth posting about....sorry for wasting your time. I think I will go have a cocktail!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit: 8:50pm....well the mattress had it's test run. Susan actually initiated the activity, and got into it pretty good. I was shocked, and thankful. A $1800 mattress is much better than a $400 mattress anyday. Sure worked good for sex, can't wait to see how it feels to sleep on it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110488324881244063?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110488324881244063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110488324881244063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110488324881244063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110488324881244063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-mattress-and-brad-pitts-backside.html' title='A New Mattress and Brad Pitt&apos;s Backside...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110469615227399637</id><published>2005-01-02T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:35:15.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, Dragons and Resolutions....</title><content type='html'>Well, 2005 is here and I hope the first couple days aren't representative of what the rest of the year will bring. It's been a pretty blah time around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have spent the past few days with their Mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, during the day, Susan and I went to Haverty's and bought a new, very expensive mattress. For almost two years we have been sleeping on a cheap $400 king size mattress I got right after my divorce. Cheap mattresses don't do well for bad backs, let me tell you. Friday night Susan and I ate chicken wings (the hotter the better) and drank red headed sluts (my favorite shot). We watched movies then went to bed soon after the new year arrived. Yesterday we didn't do much of anything but watch football and eat. The Cotton Bowl was awesome! The Tennessee Volunteers spanked some Texas A&amp;M booty! I wonder if I have any Aggie fans who read my blog. I know there are a number of you from Texas. Well if any of you do pull for Texas A&amp;amp;M I just have this to say...."Ha, Ha...we kicked your ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been pretty much of the same....extreme boredom. I had hoped for a little lovin from the wife, but she was her usual unenthusiastic self. In other words I got a half assed blow job for about 3 minutes till I finally told her to forget it and got up and left the bedroom. Oh, but she sure came like a champ last night, but as usual can't put much into reciprocating. And she wonders why I sometimes look at porn? Thank God that I can masturbate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks I have been off from work quite a few days, what with the holidays and taking the remainder of my vacation time. During this time I have got into the habit of taking naps. Now I am not a usual nap taker. I hardly ever do, even when I don't get my usual seven or eight hours at night. For some reason I have been taking quite a few lately, maybe it is just out of boredom....who knows...but the weird thing is that I have been having some wild dreams. My most vivid dream lately was one where it fell upon me to rid the neighborhood of an infestation of dragons. These weren't the usual huge fire breathing variety, but instead they were the size of a raptor, were white with little wings on their backs, and they talked. I remember, in my dream, having to go out into the woods and hunt them down with a bow and arrow. I also remember seeing the half eaten corpses of my neighbors who weren't as lucky at the hunt as I was. The thing that most stands out to me in the dream was not the terror I felt at being pursued by these monsters, but the lack of concern Susan had for my well being as I left the house, for what could have been the last time, to go confront the queen of the dragons. I remember wanting to kiss her and be held by her, and all she cared about was what was on t.v., rather than if I would end up the next dinner of the neighborhood herd of dragons. Man, everything about this dream seemed so true to life...I wonder if there really are dragons in the neighborhood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that a few of you have been listing some resolutions for this new year. Well, I pretty much have two big ones. The first being that I plan on losing weight. In the past six to eight months I have let myself really go. I have probably gained a good fifty pounds. Tomorrow, January 3rd, 2005 I will begin an intense, regimented low carb diet. I have had a lot of success with this diet in the past. The first time, in the summer of 2000, I lost about 96 pounds. From October 2001 till Feb. of 2003 I had gained about 60 of it back, but started the diet again that Feb. when my first wife left me. I quickly lost the 60 lbs, and snagged myself another wife in the process. Now I am back up to within 20 lbs of my all time high weight and I am sick of it. I am tired of the closet of clothes that don't fit. I am tired of the comments from my wife, and I am tired of feeling like such a slob. If I still had a digital camera I would post a before pic here and then another in four or five months so you could see the dedication I have to losing this weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other resolution is to exercise. I used to be pretty into cardio and weight training and I intend to be that way again. Starting tomorrow I will begin walking the neighborhood (watch out for the dragons!) and doing sit ups and push ups. Hopefully soon I will be able to again join a gym or invest in some home equipment. My friends, there will be a new and improved Chuck around here pretty soon. Maybe it will help the other aspects of my life if I look and feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reckon that's about it for now. I hope you all have had a nice first couple days of the new year! I'll be talking to you soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110469615227399637?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110469615227399637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110469615227399637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110469615227399637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110469615227399637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-dragons-and-resolutions.html' title='A New Year, Dragons and Resolutions....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110442454716785535</id><published>2004-12-30T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T10:35:47.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have noticed in the past few days I have received a ton of traffic from people looking for the recipe for red velvet cheesecake. If you are interested in it, drop me an email and I will send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuck116@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110442454716785535?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110442454716785535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110442454716785535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110442454716785535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110442454716785535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-noticed-in-past-few-days-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110435919040998249</id><published>2004-12-29T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:53:17.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trash...</title><content type='html'>People's trash say a lot about them, don't you think? This morning, as I sat here preparing to work, I looked out my office window and noticed all the recyclable discarded Christmas rubbish sitting out in front of the houses. Empty toy boxes, bags of used wrapping paper, and even old broken toys who now have a replacement. Had I wanted to walk over and dig a little deeper I could have possibly seen a little into what type of gifts the man/woman/kids of the house received. Of course I didn't do this...I am not one to go digging through trash, but still it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are usually our trash and recyclable pick up days. When I drive through the neighborhood I can learn a lot by looking into those recycle bins. I can tell what kind of beer my neighbors like. Whether they are Coke or Pepsi people and how many pizza's they had delivered during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for putting out my cardboard for all to see. When I choose to actually recycle I tend to break down all the boxes and put them into a larger box. No need for my neighbors to see the four or five cases of beer I go through in a week. Susan doesn't need to see that either. She may determine we can't afford that much towards my beer budget! Along the same note I personally hauled my Christmas trash to the dump the other day. I didn't want to junk up the front of my house with tons of boxes and I surely didn't want the neighbors to see the box that my life size &lt;a href="http://www.wellcoolstuff.com/thestore/prods/HDFLSSC.html"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...that was a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironically, when I opened the local paper late this morning, there was an article about just this same thing. Carla Crowder, a talented staff writer for The Birmingham News had this &lt;a href="http://www.al.com/news/birminghamnews/index.ssf?/base/news/1104315564163970.xml#continue"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on the front page. She weaves her tell of "picking up trash" well and mixes in a little 80's music along the way. It is a good read, go check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way....I have 5 invitations to Gmail if anyone wants one. First come first served!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110435919040998249?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110435919040998249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110435919040998249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110435919040998249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110435919040998249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-trash.html' title='Christmas Trash...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110420759843161353</id><published>2004-12-27T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:27:57.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Christmas, Clogged Kitchen Sink, Post Christmas Facial and Penile Birthdays....</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone and it was pretty dang good here at casa Chuck. The kids were up by 6am. I let them come downstairs at 6:30, and the presents were all opened by 7am! Both T and L were very pleased with their gifts, and there sure was a lot of them. My ex picked up the kids around noon and took them to see The Incredibles again while Susan and I took a nap. FA had them home by 4:30 and my parents, sister and their boxer, Annie arrived around 5ish. My Mom and I finished up all the dinner prep I had already began, and we all sat down for a huge ass Christmas dinner around 7pm. Ahhh, it was divine....turkey, ham, my "special" dressing, lima beans, mashed taters, gravy, green bean casserole and broccoli casserole, and of course rolls. For desert we had applesauce cake, fudge and Susan's red velvet cheesecake (which was pretty good, by the way). That evening we all gathered in the livingroom and played a board game, then turned on music and watched L dance for us. That was a site to see. I swear my boy is destined to be on Broadway someday. I just hope he chooses women to date. Afterwards my parents, Susan and I watched The Hot Chick on HBO or Showtime or one of those channels, while my sister took the kids upstairs to watch the new Harry Potter movie on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, once the neighbors had awoken, my Dad and I broke out the chain saw he had brought with him. We cut out a huge limb resting on my fence from a tree that bit the dust back during Hurricane Ivan. Glad to finally have that taken care of. They loaded up and headed back to Tennessee by 1pm. It was nice having them here for a visit, however short it may have been. They haven't been down since I have done all the interior changes (painting and stucco in the kitchen) and they were very impressed. The ex came and again picked up the kids for the day and Susan and I ended up in the bedroom, in bed, watching some lame ass movie on The Lifetime Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laying there for a few minutes I found that there was a considerable growing in my boxers. I pulled the covers back, waved it around a little and asked Susan if she, "wanted some of this?" She took one look at my huge lil buddy and politely declined. God, why don't things happen to me like the do with &lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt;? Hell, our wives have the same name! Anyway, I laid there for a little while longer, stroking it even more, and again asked if she wanted some. She said, &lt;em&gt;and this is where it gets weird&lt;/em&gt;, "no....but you can cum on my face if you want." I had to ask her over again a few times till I really believed that she meant it. So with the confidence that she was "down w'dat" I got up on my knees, in front of her face, and continued jacking it. A few minutes later I felt the moment was here and asked again if she was sure. She said yes and I let loose the first volley. It struck right at her right nostril and continued across her cheek into her hair and onto the pillow. The other bursts landed on her cheek, in her mouth and on her upper lip. What a classic porn scene, other than the fact she had a terrible grimace on her face the whole time. You don't see the whole "grimace thing" very often in porno facials. Once I was done she tried to once ask for a towel, but I politely thanked her and proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving her laying there with cum all over her face and in her mouth! Of course I was joking....I turned around and headed into the bathroom to get a towel, but it was a funny moment (to me) while it lasted! Once she was all cleaned up we took a nap then got up and ate some Christmas dinner leftovers. The kids came home and we all gathered in the livingroom to watch the Harry Potter DVD. What a memorable day after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Our kitchen sink got majorly stopped up. The sad/funny thing about this is that the exact same thing happened last year on Christmas day. So one year and a day later we found ourselves having to call a plumber to come out and fix things. After the $185 check was written we now again have running water in the kitchen sinks and unclogged pipes. Ironically it was the exact same guy fixing it today who came out last year. Once he was finished and was heading out I told him, "Thanks...see you next year!" LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Monday, we were both off and didn't do too much. I hauled a SUV load of boxes and bags of wrapping paper to the dump, went grocery shopping, rented "I, Robot", and we again took a nap while watching a Lifetime movie. This time we had regular sex....Tonight we made a macaroni/cheese/ham casserole and watched the movie with the kids. Susan is now in bed, the kids are upstairs playing new PS2 games and I sit here reminiscing with you all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One "kid related funny thing" did happen this evening. Susan had put L in the tub and after a few minutes I went in to check on him. He was sitting there in the water with his knees up and his arms wrapped under his legs playing with his Tee-Tee (yeah, that's what he calls it...). When he saw me standing there he said, "Dad I am singing Happy Birthday to my Tee-Tee." He then proceeded to sing the song while squeezing his "thing". Not exactly knowing what to say I just stood there with a grin and said, "cool", then went into the kitchen to tell Susan about what had just happened. All she said was, "Well at least he is finding ways to have fun with himself." Man what a moment that was. Who knew that your penis had a different birthday that the rest of your body?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you all had a very merry Christmas!  Back to work tomorrow......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110420759843161353?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110420759843161353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110420759843161353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110420759843161353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110420759843161353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/wonderful-christmas-clogged-kitchen.html' title='A Wonderful Christmas, Clogged Kitchen Sink, Post Christmas Facial and Penile Birthdays....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110391154802469623</id><published>2004-12-24T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:05:48.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....And All Through The House....</title><content type='html'>Thought I would continue with &lt;a href="http://returnhappy.blogspot.com/2004/12/twas-day-before-christmas.html"&gt;Chris' post title &lt;/a&gt;from today. After all, reading his post has increased my own Christmas spirit by a good 83.56%. Thanks buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are beginning to look a lot like Christmas here in my home. I just went and picked up my kids from the ex's and brought them home. They are running around all excited about what lay ahead. Having been gone for a week, they couldn't help but notice all the new gifts under the tree. There sure is a butt load of Holiday cheer going on here! Susan is in the kitchen making, what she claims will be a new tradition, a red velvet cheesecake. She found the recipe in the latest issue of Southern Living Magazine. She's been at it for a while now and I think I have only heard her cuss maybe twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to post this and start helping with the house cleaning. SusieG and her husband are coming by this evening, and my parents are coming tomorrow afternoon. There is much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish you all a very &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. As I have mentioned before, so many of you have become very good friends, and practically like family. I hope you and your families have an awesome holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again sometime on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110391154802469623?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110391154802469623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110391154802469623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110391154802469623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110391154802469623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-all-through-house.html' title='....And All Through The House....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110376553971715924</id><published>2004-12-22T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:33:27.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, and oh by the way...You Are A Fat Ass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A little background before I begin....Susan has this ex boss, D, I mentioned him &lt;a href="http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/hectic-day-and-work-induced-horniness.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have expressed anger before because of the way he treated her. What kind of husband wouldn't be a little pissed off if his wife was mistreated by a manager? I have even gone as far as to say how I would love to kick his ass. I was sure to say that I wouldn't dream of doing so until she quit the job and I was to see him out in public somewhere. I would never go to the work place and be anything but distantly cordial if I were to see him. Much like the way I was the last time I saw him in person. It was after all the shit had began with him, and I saw him at an anniversary celebration for the morning DJ team. I was very nice to him, said hello and shook his hand. Never once did I frown or say anything negative to the man, even though I knew, at that point, the way he was treating my wife professionally. He ended up pushing her out of his realm of management into another area within the same company. If I were to meet him today I would be nothing but nice to the man. Although I would want to behave differently, I would be polite in respect for my wife. And &lt;strong&gt;she knows&lt;/strong&gt; that.....Which leads me to today's activities....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today both Susan and I were off work, and we are off till next Tuesday for Christmas. We slept in, then woke up but lay in bed watching "Little House On The Prairie" on the HallMark channel. We watched two episodes then left to go pick up my new company car at the Ford dealership. I am the proud driver of a brand new 2005 Ford Taurus. It is nice to have a brand new car that I don't have to pay a cent for. We left there and drove to her office building. There is a co worker there that is divorced with two kids and a dead beat ex husband. She had no money for Christmas presents. Susan had decided to give her $50 to contribute to the donations that other caring coworkers had given. When we got there and parked Susan turned to me and said, "Why don't you just sit here and wait for me. You don't want to come up do you? Just wait here, I will be right back." I sat there flabbergasted, assuming as we drove there that I would go upstairs with her. When she hurried out of the car with out allowing me to go with her I was just floored. I sat there for 20 minutes, looking over the new features of my new car till she came back. When she got back in the car she told me about the nice time she had had up there, how laid back everyone was and then proceeded to tell me that she wanted to go for a late lunch at a new restaurant. She said that her best bud, SusieG, was going to meet us there. I was a little pissed off. It kind of burned my ass that she didn't want me to go upstairs with her and I asked her why. I knew the real reason, but I wanted to hear her explanation. She claimed that she was worried that I would confront this old manager, D, and cause a scene. I immediately didn't buy that. She knows, better than anyone, that I would never cause a scene in front of people....especially at her place of work. I may hate the guy for what he did to her, but I would never dream of doing anything stupid. And she knows this. Suddenly I was taken back, in my mind I remembered this morning, when she told me how fat I am getting. Then it donged on me...she didn't want to be associated with me in public, around people she works with, because I have gained some weight. When she asked what my problem was, and I had told her, she tried to claim it was because she was afraid I would confront D. God, how much more lame of an excuse could she dream up? It would have been better had she lied and said that the elevator was out, and she didn't want my fat ass to have to walk up the seven flights of stairs. But no, she chose a lame ass lie, but she didn't realize that I wouldn't fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the restaurant. Began to drink some good draft beer and then her best friend SusieG showed up. They talked about work and we ordered some food. We ate and drank and had a pretty good time. Towards the end of the night two of Susan's work friends showed up. One was a seller, like her, and the other was a VERY popular &lt;a href="http://www.sixsixtwo.com/nicknice/#"&gt;DJ &lt;/a&gt;on the Top 40 Station. They both came up to the table. Nick Nice, the DJ, had to introduce himself to me and the other person, the seller, I had to introduce myself to her. This just blew me away....Is Susan this embarrassed of me? Hell, I can somewhat understand that she didn't want me going up into her work place, but to dis me infront of these two people at the table? Damn, what is up with that? Then I learn later tonight....once we got home (5pm) and Susan had gone to bed, that she didn't want me to go to her company Christmas Party because she feared I would "beat up her old boss." What kind of lame ass shit is that? I am the most laid back, civil person you would ever think to meet. It took all I had to spank my son a while back for lying....much less some guy that really means nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really sucks to be an object of shame to my wife. I know I need to lose some weight and I will do so at the first of the year. Maybe it would show her if I chose to begin my weight loss regiment now, and not cook all the food she is wanting for Christmas dinner. I reckon she would change her tune if she found that she would have to do all the work to make the dinner herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to have your wife be ashamed of you. I am sorry I have gained a few extra pounds, but I am still the same person. I just want to be appreciated and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking that this is just a bitch fest because I am hoping she will read this and then make up for it. Well, first of all...this isn't a bitch fest, this is the truth the way I see it. Secondly, she hasn't read my blog since October. I doubt she will begin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will go and begin drinking again. Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110376553971715924?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110376553971715924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110376553971715924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110376553971715924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110376553971715924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-and-oh-by-wayyou-are.html' title='Merry Christmas, and oh by the way...You Are A Fat Ass...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110359109979205925</id><published>2004-12-20T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:04:59.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five More Shopping Days.....</title><content type='html'>I went today and finished up my Christmas shopping. Even though we have bought so much for the kids, I couldn't resist getting &lt;a href="http://www.robosapienonline.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. That thing is the shiznit! I have had fun playing with it for the past hour. Can't wait for the kids to see it on Christmas morning! I also bought T an electric scooter. She had asked for one, but we told her no because it isn't all that conducive for exercise. So she is totally not expecting it and will be way surprised! We have bought the kids too much, but there is just something about this time of the year. I soften up and give in. I just remember all that my Mom and Dad would do for me at Christmas. They would go all out. I make sure the kids don't just get random stuff during the year. I want them to appreciate the gifts they get on Birthdays and at Christmas. So I tend to go overboard on those occasions. Oh man, I am so excited! Can't wait for them to see their presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan picked herself out, and bought, some new clothes during our mall trip over the weekend. They are wrapped up and under the tree. Won't be too much of a surprise, but they are things that she wanted. Today I found something she wants and had mentioned, but didn't plan on buying. It will be a surprise, so I shan't mention it here (in case she is reading), but I know she will like it!! I am not expecting much in the way of gifts this year. Susan isn't one for buying things for special occasions. She feels like the things we buy during the course of the year are gifts enough. She also feels like buying for the kids is more important. I agree, but still I would like to open at least one thing on Christmas morning. Guess I am a freak for feeling this way....oh, well maybe someday I will grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said a couple times on here before, this blogworld keeps getting smaller and smaller and more real everyday. I have met another friend thanks to bloging and have spent some time talking to her and getting to know her. Y'all go say hey to &lt;a href="http://justmemyselfi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; sometime when you get a chance. She is an awesome woman, always good for a laugh and full of good advice for dorks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to have a nice visit with my old buddy Jim today. Those of you who have read from the beginning may remember him. Well, he surprised me today by stopping by and we had a nice time catching up. He is off this week, so hopefully he and I will be able to catch up more at a happy hour somewhere soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are having a nice time with FA's family down in Florida. I sure do miss them though. Talked with the ex (FA) tonight and she was shopping, with her Mother's money, to buy the kids some Christmas gifts. She wanted my advice on what to buy them. I am so thankful for those two kids! I sure do love them. Can't wait for them to be home on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now to make a breakfast casserole for Susan's company Christmas breakfast tomorrow morning. It's pretty good and I am willing to share the recipe. Sparkey, hope that dressing turned out okay for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110359109979205925?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110359109979205925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110359109979205925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110359109979205925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110359109979205925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/five-more-shopping-days.html' title='Five More Shopping Days.....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725942.post-110339319628103248</id><published>2004-12-18T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:06:36.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Day and Work Induced Horniness....</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a day yesterday was. As I had mentioned before, I have a lot of things I have been stupidly sitting on that needed to get done before year end. Seeing as I am only working Monday and Tuesday of next week I decided to devote yesterday to a whirlwind attempt to knock out most of my projects. I worked from about 7:30 am till 9pm last night to get it all done. Stopping only a couple times to eat, use the bathroom, run to the liquor store and to have sex. More on that later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, has everyone finished their holiday shopping? I would say we are about 95% done. All that is left is getting a few things for family and stocking stuffers for the kids. We intend to go out this evening and wrap all the remaining gifts up. Susan went out early this morning, and $150 later, we have most of the stuff we will need to make our holiday feast. She will be given a certificate from work for a honey baked ham from that honey baked ham place, and all we will have left to get will be a turkey. I love making big holiday meals. I make some killer sausage dressing (in the south it is dressing, not stuffing) and if anyone is interested I will be happy to share the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far today we have worked hard to clean out the garage. Every since the yard sale a few weeks back our garage has been a hell hole. We drug out a crap load of junk we didn't want, nor felt like selling and I hauled it all to the dump. Susan swept and organized the garage while I was gone. Tomorrow is supposed to be a cold day, temp in the teens with a chance of snow, so I just got back from running to Blockbuster to rent a few movies. Thought it would be nice to huddle up under some blankets tomorrow and watch movies all day. My ex wife took the kids down to Florida for a few days for a pre-Christmas visit to her family. I talked to T this morning and they were on their way to Disney's Animal Kingdom. I am sure they will have a blast, but I will miss them. They will be home next Thursday night in time for Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think I have ever mentioned on here before, but Susan has an ex boss at work that she hates with a passion. He was responsible for pushing her from one job, that she loved, onto another job that she has had a hard time adjusting too. This guy is a real jerk. He has been accused of sexual harassment before and has a lot of negative crap in his file. Susan had to write up a multi page description of the injustice he handed out to her back during the job switch up that he initiated. Well, it seems that she found out yesterday that his firing is looking like a definite. The inner office gossip suggests that he has pissed off his last person and made his last big mistake and will be pushed out the door very soon. Little did I know, but Susan drove home last night feeling happier (and hornier) than she has in a while. When she walked in I was sitting here busy at my desk still (6:30pm) working like a frantic dog. She called me into the laundry room where she was getting changed from her dress clothes. When I walked in she practically attacked me; kissing, holding and fondling me like a mad woman. I got her out of her bra and we kissed our way to the bedroom where we both stripped down and climbed into bed. I was rock hard and she was soaking wet. The arousal conditions were perfect, as I slid between her legs, to allow my cock to slide home without any guidance of any kind. Isn't that great when things just work out that way? The two parts just connect with no hands being necessary to aid in the insertion. It didn't take long, maybe two minutes, and she was moaning in orgasm. A few more minutes later I pulled out and warmed her stomach and chest with a good 1/4 cup of cum. Well maybe not exactly that much, but it felt like it! Sometime quickies are okay, especially when they are fueled with such passion. Damn, wish more of the people she doesn't like at work would get the axe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725942-110339319628103248?l=marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/feeds/110339319628103248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725942&amp;postID=110339319628103248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110339319628103248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725942/posts/default/110339319628103248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriagemadeonline.blogspot.com/2004/12/hectic-day-and-work-induced-horniness.html' title='Hectic Day and Work Induced Horniness....'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14668144934866226971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03245535431060528273'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>