tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73189836196468714582024-03-19T02:10:04.974-07:00My Husband Didn't Come With A ManaulMister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-70291326113305456912014-01-31T08:54:00.001-08:002014-01-31T08:54:50.506-08:00Holy Hydration<p align="center"><img src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQDC51k9hGiVnz5UpUFkp3ypBhYUjPgSbqNlkOvtK9aLb23p9hbQw" /> </p> <p align="center"><font size="3">I’m having a <font color="#ccb400">LOVE</font> affair with infused water. Since I’ve been on my weight loss journey I’ve struggled here and there with my water intake. Until recently, about 9 weeks ago I came a cross a pin on Pinterest [<font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#ccb400">FYI I’m a pinterest Queen</font>] for infused water. To be honest I really never wanted to try it. I had it in my mind the that it would taste like Gatorade or Vitamin Water. Which I think need sugar. So I decided to give it a try. My first one was cucumber, lemon and mint leaves.  The recipe calls for 6 cups of water, 1 cucumber, 1 lemon and 12 mint leaves. Refrigerate and let it infuse over night.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3">I have to say I wasn’t a big fan of it at first. Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t to bad. After a few days of it instead of regular water. I can’t image life without it. I can say that I only drink infused water now. I drink about a gallon of it a day. I know you should at lease drink half your body weight a day. I go over that with out even realizing it with infused water. I’m so thankful that I tried it. Now I have no problem with water now. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3">I’m always on the look out for more infuse recipes. This week I’m drinking grapefruit, tangerine, cucumber and spearmint leaves. It’s so delicious.</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3">Take it for me if drinking water everyday is hard, then you should Infuse Your Life With Infused Water!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3">Do you have a favorite infused water? If so please share. I’m always on the look out for new infused ideas…..</font></p> Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-34886897079297759382013-04-02T17:22:00.001-07:002013-04-02T17:22:28.894-07:00In Not Losing Weight I’m Getting Rid Of It<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3bBLOOT-awk/UVt2NsinA0I/AAAAAAAAANo/l3S_ymf_nqg/s1600-h/photofor-blog2.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="photofor blog" border="0" alt="photofor blog" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j8UHKIxXIQM/UVt2OFx6GiI/AAAAAAAAANs/xHqNpfiu2T4/photofor-blog_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="171" height="244" /></a></p> <p>I have been battling with my weight since I can remember. I was 20 when I got a hold of it for the 1st time. I went from 268 to 175. I pretty much maintained my weight up in till I had my 1st baby. After the birth of her I was right back where I started 260. I did lose some of the baby weight over time. I got down to 202.6 and stayed around that for years but I stayed over 200lbs.</p> <p>Now fast forward to July 17, 2012. I just had my son and was looking down at my hips[which I haven’t seen in months] couldn’t help but to think ‘How Long Is This Going To Take To Get Off” </p> <p>Right away I wanted to start on the weight lose, because I had to face it, I’m not 21 anymore. I was going to need a lot more effort now that I’m older. As well as it was going to take a lot of Dedication, Determination and Discipline then it did before. Even though I wanted to lose weight I wasn’t motivated to do it. You know if the motivation isn’t there it’s not going to happen. A month or so after having the baby and I took a picture. This wasn’t your normal picture it was the picture that SPARKED THE MOVMENT!! this picture made me say out loud “I’M DONE, NO MORE, NEVER AGAIN, I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE”</p> <p>From that day on I was Motivated. I had the 3D’s Dedication, Determination and Discipline. I started a clean eating regiment as well as green smoothies and exercised 4 days a week. I have to say I’m proud of myself for sticking to this new life style. As you can see in the pictures below I wasn’t play….</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CCLN7Cc_gww/UVt2OoIYQ-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/geX5Gq8uF1s/s1600-h/no-more2.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="no more" border="0" alt="no more" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oQvmHD4oQyA/UVt2PZg4_3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/yYPh9jP49Pg/no-more_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tJDU6ebcrh4/UVt2QBT9PXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5qiTs4VDWgU/s1600-h/losing-x32.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="losing x3" border="0" alt="losing x3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZvEbCVIUqqM/UVt2Qx2PLNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_2354bIkogo/losing-x3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a></p> <p>The 1st picture was the 1 that motivated this journey. Well it’s not just a journey its a Life Style! The picture in the black is me now. In case you guys was wondering, Yes I’m under 200!! </p> Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-86977859623648029242013-02-19T16:54:00.000-08:002013-02-19T16:55:27.169-08:00I’m Back<p> <a href="http://www.livinglaughinglosing.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/keep-calm-because-i-m-back.png"><img alt="keep-calm-because-i-m-back" src="http://www.livinglaughinglosing.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/keep-calm-because-i-m-back-257x300.png" width="257" height="300" /></a></p> <p>Okay, Okay so I’ve been on a little <font color="#9b00d3">Hiatus</font>.</p> <p>2012 was such a busy year for me. I had a big promotion at work which took up a big part of my life. My parents moved to the west coast which means my babysitter is gone. On top of that I was pregnant for 42 weeks. Yes I am now a mother of 2. Which I still can’t believe. Our Daughter was 5 when I found out God was going to bless us with another one. Mister and I both was happy to be expecting, but wasn’t looking forward to what came along with a new born. We just started to enjoy our SLEEP!! If you are a parent you know what I’m talking about. We are in our 30’s now so we are old if you ask us. Forget that “<font color="#9b00d3">YOUR</font> <font color="#9b00d3">AS</font> <font color="#9b00d3">OLD</font> <font color="#9b00d3">AS</font> <font color="#9b00d3">YOU</font> <font color="#9b00d3">FEEL</font>” kids  suck up your youth at any age you are. </p> <p>On July 17, 2012 at 8:24am, after 14 blissful [more like exhausting and painful] long hours of labor out came <font color="#9b00d3">Nicholas</font> <font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#9b00d3">Zaiden</font> aka <font color="#9b00d3">Mister</font> <font color="#9b00d3">Jr</font>! It was such a wonderful moment for me. I had tears of joy for 2 reasons. The 1st being we just had a healthy baby Boy and 2nd I was FREE. I wanted to shout FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST!  I was so happy I wasn’t pregnant anymore. I was even more ecstatic because he was Mister and I last baby.  We are done. I don’t have to do this again[I’m getting watery eyed now]. Two was are magic number. We have are Girl and Boy. The shop is CLOSED, GONE OUT OF BUSINESS!!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LZf1-jy4i0g/USQe9Pvt77I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sCzFwHwgqhY/s1600-h/blog%252520water%25255B2%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="blog water" border="0" alt="blog water" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Lcsqfy_R_7A/USQe-aEbQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/aaRR9d7skN0/blog%252520water_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W84d9FAR5vo/USQe-1-8QLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7Mx7Fx_nBiM/s1600-h/DSCN0653%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCN0653" border="0" alt="DSCN0653" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ufR9zEdpuao/USQe_Vc1FWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bMk2hBwze2k/DSCN0653_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="244" /></a></p> <p>I can finally get my body in shape. I’ve been dreaming about this day ever since I started gaining weight. I’m past 30 so it will be a lot harder to get a video VIXENS body [lbvs], but I’m determined and committed to my goal. I started my weight loss journey on July 18th the day after NJ was born. I’ve set my half way goal date for March 10, 2013. Which is my birthday. </p> <p>I’ve told Mister of my goal to have a video VIXENS body and of course he just looked at me smiled and said Okay Baby. Translation “Yeah Sure, Okay, What Ever You say. You will lose some weight but not enough to have a video VIXENS body” I know that’s what he meant when he said Okay Baby.</p> <p>So far I’ve lose 64lbs. Which a lot of that was the baby weight. I have a long way to go. I just have to keep reminding myself <font color="#9b00d3">ONE</font> <font color="#9b00d3">POUND</font> <font color="#9b00d3">AT</font> <font color="#9b00d3">A</font> <font color="#9b00d3">TIME</font>. </p> <p>So at this time let me close out this post by asking if you could bow your head and say a pray for me. Asking God to give me strength on my long weight loss journey[lol]… </p> Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-89579528655716784442011-01-10T04:27:00.000-08:002011-01-10T04:27:07.836-08:00Mister vs Ball<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7VYh4Mt28YlM3b5nfCprfL7miCdyvCbF1rajIgKtTYu8eQuNvVgy1omv93kbdehCJYW7kobMGtoJKgIZu7Yg5IRvoA4JyUczXRiH9UmB-aUEZYKPyhkaZ8uyQGcknU_QiosTwnzOX4CbS/s1600/IMG00137-20100801-1542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7VYh4Mt28YlM3b5nfCprfL7miCdyvCbF1rajIgKtTYu8eQuNvVgy1omv93kbdehCJYW7kobMGtoJKgIZu7Yg5IRvoA4JyUczXRiH9UmB-aUEZYKPyhkaZ8uyQGcknU_QiosTwnzOX4CbS/s320/IMG00137-20100801-1542.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>T</strong>he other day little Miss came to her daddy with a sad face to ask him to take her ball out of her cup. Which was stuck. Mister went straight into Daddy Save The Day. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><strong>1st</strong></span>- He tried to shake the ball out the cup. That didn't work, but funny. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><strong>3rd</strong></span>- He turned the cup upside down and ran running water on the bottom of the cup(there are holes on the bottom) and went with the beating on the bottom again, but the ball went deeper in the cup...LOL</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">At this point I said Sweetie let me try. He turned and say I Got it Nicole. I knew he was getting frustrated. So I continue watching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">On his <span style="color: #f1c232;"><strong>4th</strong></span> attempt he tried to pry the ball out with a screwdriver. At this point I said to him "Don't bust the ball with the screwdriver! Since it cost me $6. He just gave me a look. I said again would you let me try? And of course he said I got it. Oh but he didn't have it because the ball was still in the cup. We are now 46 mins in and waiting. A light bulb must have gone off because he ran upstairs, as if he was on a mission. He came down with the baby oil. I quickly said you don't want to use that over the sink because....He cut me off in mid sentence and said Babe I got this. Ok! I Shut up and watch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We are on attempt <span style="color: #f1c232;"><strong>#5</strong></span>(wow)he flip the cup upside down and poured the baby oil on the bottom. Making sure he stay over the sink so he wouldn't get it on the floor. This time he switch it up, he use the screwdriver alone with my rail tail comb to help pry the ball out. Guess what the ball pop out of the cup! He turns and look at me as if saying I did it. Little Miss started to jump up and down saying Daddy did it! Daddy it! </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;">You know what Mister said " See what you made me do by talking to me" he was for real to. I know me laughing and taking pictures didn't help either., but it was so funny. He dind't want any of my help. If he would have heard me out, the ball wouldn't have been in the drain now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span> know I know, it's has been forever since I have posted anything. I mean my blog look so sad with 3 post..lol.. It's not like I don't have anything to say because I do. The things that this man say and do is off the wall at times but funny. I have to tell someone. Not to mention this little girl is in pre school now and the things she is picking up, and I don't mean school work. I promise myself that I will post more in the New Year. Because this is embarrassing..lol..<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: black;">I <span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">N</span><span style="color: #f1c232;">icole</span></span> will from this day forward, will <span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">TRY</span> to Blog at least twice a week in 2011</span>. </span>There I said it. Now let me get busy on future post as soon as I post this. On to the next post....Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-90509797206659626972010-10-20T07:13:00.000-07:002010-10-20T07:13:55.526-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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It’s now 12:47am. And he is telling me he had trouble finding cleaner for the floor or what to use on the hardwood. Yes He really thinks I want to hear all this. I LOVE MY Husband but he likes to give me blow by blow of what he considers important parts to the story. Which is fine but not at 12:52am and I have to be at work at 6am. <br />
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Mister is now asking me if I'm Thankful That My Wonderful Husband mop the floor and I didn’t have to ask him. So at this point I should smile and say yes thank you and add a sweet thank you kiss. I had to think fast! Because what I wanted to say was, Ok SO YOU MOP ONE FLOOR IN 6YRS! It still don't compare to what I do around here with a full time job. But I should THANK YOU. Do you THANK ME when you go into the kitchen an get something to eat and drink? Because it wasn't Magic that put that in there! How about them clean clothes you keep putting on, who do you think wash, fold and put it away, the maid? Oh wait we don't have one. Not one time do I ask you to thank me I assume u appreciates it. But noooo you just had to wake me up at 12:23am and now its 1:34am just so I can say THANK YOU.<br />
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Of course I didn't say all that, I was thinking that in my head. I look at him with a smile and I told him Thanks so much sweetie for cutting my end of the night cleaning time down so I can spend more time with you and the baby. Then I gave him a sweet Thank You kiss. He was happy with my reply and rolled over and went to sleep.<br />
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See I decide that I’m going to be a Peacemaker in our marriage and in my home. It is a choice that I made. We all can choose to be peacemakers. I'm sure there are situation in your marriage or relationship when you had to LET IT GO! How is easy is that for you or is it something you’re still working on?Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-36730202568897366332010-10-03T15:54:00.000-07:002010-10-03T15:54:20.031-07:00The Door That Never Closes<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<strong>With every step I take the stress of my work day go away. With a smile I walk down the hall towards our bedroom. As I extend my hand out to open our bedroom door, with the knob still in my hand with my free hand I turn on the light (because he hasn’t opened the curtains all day). I see the bed isn’t made, he let our lil girl play in our room so there are toys and pillows and books and balls and dolls and old cell phones all over the floor in our room. He likes to watch TV in bed and doesn’t want her to be far away from him so he let her play in our room. This way he doesn’t have to get up out of bed. But that’s not the problem (it is a problem but not in this post). So I start to pick up all the crap off the floor. When I look to my right what a surprise the freaking closet door is WIDE OPEN AGAIN! <br /><br />Mister love to leave our closet open every single day. I just don't get it. He closes every other door in the house except the closet door. Every room he walks out of or into, he closes the door. I could be walking directly behind him and right before I cross the threshold he start to close the door! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It really gets on my nerves. Even at night before bed he goes into the closet for some reason and sure enough he walk out of the closet turn off the light in there but leave the door open. Then he gets in bed. I ask are you done in the closet. He replies yeah! Then why did you leave the door open? He gets up as if I upset him and close the door. We go through this every night he is off. </strong></div>
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</span>Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-37205566197727835172010-10-03T11:27:00.000-07:002010-10-03T11:27:13.086-07:00ContactYou can Email me at: <a href="mailto:MistersWife@gmail.com">MistersWife@gmail.com</a>Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318983619646871458.post-78003014649572097312010-10-03T11:24:00.000-07:002010-10-04T07:56:00.371-07:00About Mister's WifeI take it you want to know a little bit about <strong><span style="color: cyan;">Mister's Wife</span>.</strong> <br />
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Please allow me to introduce myself, My name is <span style="color: cyan;"><strong>Nicole</strong></span>. I'm a thirty something young Wife and Mommy. I'm a positive person(let know one steal my joy), I've been told I'm funny, I like to keep people smiling, I encourage others, I help those who want to help them self's, I have a full time career and I work hard for whatever I have. God has truly Bless me and my family.<br />
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I love being a Mommy. Still find it hard to believe that I'm someone's <span style="color: cyan;"><strong>Mother</strong></span>. I Married my Husband in July 2005, and let me say<strong> <span style="color: cyan;">I LOVE MY HUSBAND</span></strong>(you hear me Mister). Since becoming his Wife my life as become so much more then I could image. Being a Wife takes a lot of work, more work then being a mom if you ask me. When you have a baby you raise that child from birth to adulthood, you mold this young life to what you feel is right. When you Marry your Husband he is already molded.<br />
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I only dreamed of the Wedding and not the Marriage. Once I said "I Do" I had know idea I was becoming more then just his Wife. I have to say after living with Mister for 3 weeks 2 days 6 hrs and 13 min's, All I knew for sure was <strong><span style="color: cyan;">My Husband Didn't Come With A Manual!</span> </strong><br />
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I decided to start this blog cause there has to be other Wives that feel the way I do. Their Husband also should have came with a manual. We can work together at understanding our Husbands. Give one another tips on Marriage, Relationships even Motherhood. Join me as I tell you all the joys of being<strong> <span style="color: cyan;">Mister's Wife</span></strong>.Mister's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10946764302777600918noreply@blogger.com7