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Earlier this week I most definitely did not burst into tears upon hearing that Mr. Superman found my heavenly and delicious 5 cheese shells with an alfredo marinara sauce creation "Okay." That is something an emotional wreck in need of validation would do, not me.

My body most certainly did not wake me up at 4 AM after working my first Sunday. I did not toss and turn for two hours before finally giving up at 6 AM and sneaking out so Mr. Superman could continue to sleep. That is something someone who is beyond nervous and scared for their very first Hematologist appointment would do, not me.

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This week, I most definitely did not threaten Mr. Superman and proceed to give him double titty-twisters until he spilled his guts on where he had hidden my last few cream sodas. I most definitely did not go all Middle-Eastern Torturer on his butt when he refused to tell me. Now Mr. Superman hasn't gone through Intimidation and Interrogation training but that man has skills. At the thought of losing his nipples, he never caved. I certainly did not give up after a short 30 seconds upon realization that my man had me beat. That is something a weak and unstable woman with crazy addiction and cravings for cream soda would do, not me.

National security crisis averted. I found my cream soda.

What did you not do?

Not Me!!

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This week I most certainly did not, not work out. I am so unhappy with my weight but I would never ever ever let life get the better of me and just go to bed after work.

I do not love Cream Soda more than anything. It is not like crack to me and I do not threaten Mr. Superman with bodily harm if he drinks one, let alone if he just has a sip after opening one for me. I most definitely did not get super angry and burst into tears after returning home from a crappy Friday night at work, upon hearing that he drank my very last one. I did not go to the room, fume, then go to the kitchen only to see he had been attempting a joke. Not funny.

What did you not do?

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Not Me Monday is a way of sharing our week of 'did not's!' with one another that helps us to feel just a smidge better about ourselves. Wanna join? MckMama is the genius behind it all.

This week I did not find myself out at a 'girls night' for the first time in 4 years. I did not ask Mr. Superman if he was sure it was okay for me to go 10 times before he realized I was really asking if I had to go. I did not then proceed to promise myself I'd only be there 2 hours as I watched it become 3 then 4 then 5 then 6. I did not start yawning at 8 PM and definitely did not say it was way passed my bedtime at 10. I did not come strolling back into my house at nearly 2 AM only to have a million funny stories and moments to share with Mr. Superman. That is something an anti-social, unconfident, clingy, wanting to spend every waking moment with her husband, person would do, not me.

This week I definitely did not hear noises outside my house, convince myself it was rain, only to stare out my windows for a good solid 10 minutes, wondering why I was so blind before I realized it was the garbage truck. That is something a slow-witted, just woke up and can't tell which way is up, person would do, not me.

What did you not do?

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Yep, it's Monday again. Thankfully this last week I was so consumed with clinicals I didn't have time to not do a whole lot. Love Not Me posts? Join in with us at MckMama's.

This week I did not drag my feet every night when it was time to get in the bath so I could get to bed. When asked what my deal was by Mr. Superman, I did not respond with, "I just don't want to get in because then eventually I'll have to get out." That is something someone completely illogical would do, not me.

This week did not find me several nights in a row, in the bath tub, eating cold cereal for dinner. I do not condone such behavior or habits. That is something some single woman living alone with no food and no husband would do, not me.

This weekend, I most certainly did not nearly burst into tears upon discovery that Walmart and the nearest drug store did not have the type of candy I was craving. I did not whine to Mr. Superman about how stupid it was nor did I proceed to purchase an amount of single Airheads in the double digits. That is something a pregnant woman with raging hormones and unbalanced emotions would do, not me.

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Its that time, AGAIN. I will apologize for any lack of posting/lame posts and major MIA comments from me this week. Its my last main week of school with my last few assignments, chapter tests, and CLINICALS. I will also try to not die this week although I am in major doubt of my capabilities at this point. I mean come on, don't they know that I'm just married to Mr. Superman and that his powers don't rub off on me. Geeze. Without further ado, Not Me Monday commences.




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This week, I definitely did not find myself in the shower, after having washed my hair and in the midst of shaving my armpits, freaking out. I did not see, using my peripheral vision, a dark shadow of something in my freshly shaven right armpit. Having all the buggy phobias I don't have, I did not look down and let out a long blood curdling scream upon seeing a long 4 inch hair where there should have been nothing. My heart did not drop and then start palpitating irregularly until my genius of a brain managed to process that it was one of the hairs off my head and not a super strain of fast growing armpit hair. That is something an over dramatic, over imaginative person would do, not me.

This week, I did not find myself enjoying my nightly bubble bath only to be interrupted by over-active bug paranoia. I was not relaxing with my eyes half closed when a giant bubble had the sheer nerve to pop on my boob. I did not sit bolt up right, sloshing water out of the tub, thinking a water spider had crawled on me. I did not scream, nearly vomit from fear, then realize it was my genius brain not playing tricks on me again. Once more, that is something an over dramatic, over imaginative person would do, not me. 

This weekend did not show a recurrence of my once prevalent brain farts. I was not sitting on the couch with Mr. Superman wanting to take some pictures on our Photobooth. I did not turn the computer towards him, see his face in it, and ask if he could see me, even though the web cam was not on me. I did not then proceed to say I thought it would work like our mirror does and I did not begin crying when he started laughing and asked if I was indeed being serious. He in turn did not begin to laugh even harder when he realized I had been asking a legitimate question. That is something an a-typical 'blonde' would do, not me.

Saturday night most certainly did not find me in my laundry room ready to kick my dryer and in tears. After putting all of my freshly washed clothes into the dryer, putting dryer sheets in, and starting the timer, for some inexplicable reason it would not start. I was not tempted to use four letter words nor was I about to pull my hair out and scream for Mr. Superman to come fix the stupid thing. After trying every timer setting I did not realize that I had left the dryer door open and I did not literally laugh out loud at myself and mutter under my breath that I was an idiot. That is something a hair brained woman under too much stress would do, not me.

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Here we are again. Le sigh. It's Monday and the weekly shenanigans are beginning again. Come feel better about yourself over at Not Me Monday. MckMama sure was wise when she created this. Its Fab.

Last Monday afternoon did not find me sorely tempted to follow a caravan of brand new hybrid, black, darkly tinted (I mean gangster dark), Tahoes. My first thought was certainly not that they were the Secret Service and I definitely didn't debate leaving Mr. Superman on base while I discreetly followed behind said caravan towards the opposite end of Georgia. That is something a very nosy, overly curious, watches too many crime shows, cat lady would do. Not me

This past Monday did not include a conversation with Mr. Superman, (a serious one at that), that ended in me exclaiming wonderingly, "You were the Queen of England?!"This was also not followed by an instance of a screaming bird in our backyard that made me jump and ask very seriously if Mr. Superman had just heard the pterodactyl too. That is something someone with way too much Jurassic Park imagination would do, not me.

I definitely didn't threaten Mr. Superman with a very painful death if he followed through with his, "Hey baby, look! I can make it into the toilet if I'm in the closet!" That is something a woman with a houseful of, under the age of 5, boys would do, not me.

Tuesday did not find me at the dinner table full of amazing tacos I had just made, with Mr. Superman blessing the food. He didn't pray over "his burritos" and "Chelle's tacos" and bless that I would find mine decent and compared to his. I definitely didn't burst into barely suppressed laughter. That is something an immature, badly self-controlled 11 year old would do, not me.

What did you not do?

Not Me!!

Yes! It's that time of the week. I think its seriously the only good thing about my Mondays as of late. I apologize that the last few weeks have not been very good. Oh well. Come join in the fun. You won't regret it. If anything, you'll instantly feel better about yourself and your crazy week of "did not's" by reading everyone elses! Ain't MckMama the best?!

This week, I did not stay up way past my self-designated bedtime multiple times to watch my team kick major Spurs butt. I didn't scream at the television every five seconds whether it be at the Ref's, players, or the time clock. I didn't get super invested into every game, giving full support to my team, only to have them put me on pins and needles during the fourth quarter. That is something a ridiculously, over-zealous sports fan would do, not me.

While watching said games, I definitely didn't spout off venom filled words towards Ginobili because I can't stand him. I didn't make fun of his nose brace or point out that his nose is now even more gnarly. I didn't tell Mr. Superman that I think Ginobili looks like a garden gnome. I also did not praise Dragic for hours and proclaim my love for him. I don't take that much stock in sports. That is something a man would do, not me.

During last night's game, I definitely did not physically jump up several times nor did I grip Mr. Superman's arm hard enough it made him say, "Ow". I didn't scream, or get shaky nervous, or cry when my team won. I haven't been waiting for the Suns to sweep (or win for that matter) the Spurs in the semi-finals for YEARS. I did not proceed to then dream about Steve Nash, Mr. Superman playing for the Suns, and me tweeting about it. I most certainly did not check my Twitter account when I woke up to make sure that I didn't in fact actually tweet about Mr. Superman playing for the Suns. I don't do weird things in my sleep. I don't get THAT into my team. I don't have dreams about real life my fantasies a slew of bizarre things. That is something a far fetched-dreamer/do everything in their sleep weirdo/over-enthusiastic on a Nascar level sports fan would do, not me.

I totally didn't stress over the zit I found growing on my chin yesterday. I didn't put twenty different coats of zit medicine on it last night in hopes of stopping the nasty bugger from sticking around. I most absolutely did not have a breakdown over the fact that it was still on my face (and bigger!) this morning when I woke up. That is something an over-emotional teenager would do, not me.

Happy Monday!!

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Well it has come again. Monday. The dreaded, awful, inglorious, dragging, manic Monday has come again. Despite all of my wishing and positive thinking about just skipping to Wednesday (I hate Tuesdays too), it did in fact ignore my desires and showed up anyway. Rude huh? I don't care about all the tradition of the normal week, its so thoughtless and careless about my others needs.

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Last Sunday, while sitting in bed, I did not see something big and black on the pillow and proceed to SCREAM, chuck said pillow at Mr. Superman, then violently thrash around screaming until Mr. Superman pointed out to me that it was indeed a large piece of string. That's something a wussy person would do, not me.

While driving home from our daily work out, I didn't feel something tickling my scalp inside my hat. I didn't try to ignore it thinking it was sweat, and I definitely didn't end up seeing said "tickle" fall onto my leg to be identified as a beetle bug. I didn't start to swing my arms wildly while at a stop light with the window down and fifty people around and watching. I didn't scream despite having the window down and those fifty people watching. I didn't nearly hyperventilate and I most certainly did not smile and wave to the people laughing at the spectacular performance I didn't give. That would be something a dramatic person would do, not me.

Thursday, upon arriving home from school and finding a giant spider in my front doorway, I did not weigh the pro's, con's, and chances of the spider getting inside, and decide it wasn't worth the danger. I didn't go to my back door, dump my school bag out in my search for my back door keys, and then try four different keys before finally gaining entrance to my haven. Two hours later, when getting ready to leave the house to go work out, I did not have a horrid flashback of the spider, and decide to not chance it still residing in my doorway resulting in the use of the back door again. That is something a scaredy cat would do, not me.

While thinking about my "Not Me, Monday" post, I did not realize that my first three posts were all bug/spider/critter incidents, and I most certainly did not concede that I am indeed a dramatic, wussy, scaredy cat. That is something a knowingly self-deprecating person would do, not me.

This weekend while at Jacksonville Beach, after having been there for an hour and a half, I did not have a total emotional breakdown and proceed to lay face down on my board crying about how I looked like a beached whale. That is something an insecure cry baby would do, not me.  

I DIDN'T DO a whole lot of other stuff this last week but I have a ridiculous amount of stuff on my plate right now. I have forty minutes to get started on laundry then its off to get Mr. Superman to commence "whoop my wife's butt into shape" time. Its three cheese tortellini for dindin accompanied by a massive side of studying for my huge state first aid test tomorrow that I was told about this morning. Yeah, its been one of those days.

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♥ Mrs. S.

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I've been seeing these on one of my blog friends (A Muddy Paw)'s blog every Monday and I love reading them but never feel like my life is interesting enough to share my very own "Not Me Monday" I'm gonna give it a try. To join in the fun and make yourself feel better, go read everyone else's over at  MckMama's.





This week I most certainly did not have multiple breakdowns over fuzzies and wrinkly pillows on my couch. That would be so trivial. I definitely didn't make Mr. Superman go sit on the couch in the office so the sectional in the living room could stay smooth and fuzz free. That would be something some crazy OCD person would do, not me.

I for sure didn't have a very serious discussion with Mr. Superman about the competition between tacos and burritos and their differing "classiness" levels. I didn't argue with him for 30 minutes insisting that tacos are indeed way classier and so much better than those gross rolled up things called burritos. No way. That's something someone in junior high would do, not me.
 
I definitely didn't wake Mr. Superman from his slumber Thursday night. I didn't nudge him, then poke him, then shake him awake. When he raised his head in irritation questioning, "What?" I didn't proceed to respond with, "Wake up booger" then roll back over as if nothing had happened. I didn't because nothing did happen. I don't walk or talk in my sleep. Only weirdies do that, not me.

Early on Saturday morning, I didn't yell out, start crying, or pee my pants a little when thunder and lightning decided to creep up and strike a tree in our backyard. That would be a little dramatic right? I didn't make Mr. Superman hold me until I stopped crying and fell back asleep. That is something a six year old would do, not me.

I'm so glad none of these things happened, that would be so embarrassing. 

♥ Mrs. S.