<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310</id><updated>2011-12-12T17:46:58.119-05:00</updated><category term='Christmas gift tags'/><category term='Wednesday&apos;s Wacky Wild Trivia'/><category term='Thursday&apos;s Laugh Out Loud'/><category term='Monday Memories'/><category term='Snopes-ed Out Stuff and other scams'/><category term='Tuesday&apos;s Terrific Food'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Quote to Ponder'/><category term='Chit-Chat'/><category term='Wednesday&apos;s Faves and Flops'/><category term='Monday Misty&apos;s Challenge'/><category term='Picture Posts'/><title type='text'>Tales of a Writer Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>717</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6740639421957500745</id><published>2010-04-26T09:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:21:17.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>Must write, need to write.  I'm still not convinced that I have a whole novel in me, but I figure I'm at least 1/5 of the way through.  The story is coming right along, and I'm blessed to have kept a few wonderfully talented writer friends from my writing class that are reading three chapters at a time and giving me great feedback.  It certainly helps to have sets of fresh eyes to catch what I miss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is still in rehab, and we're not sure yet exactly what his future holds.  Some days he feels better than others.  We celebrated his 63rd birthday with him yesterday, with a chess cake that was my mama's recipe, and we brought all the kids and Charlie along to visit.  I'm praying that things will smooth out for all of us, and that we'll get used to a new "normal", whatever that is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're continuing with our outdoor pergola area, buying plants and pots and sealer for the paver stones.  The new hammock is wonderful!  I hope to spend many happy hours in it writing and napping. We have our grill out again, and the blueberry bushes are almost bird-proofed.  I'm getting three more bushes in this week to replace three that the frost killed a couple years ago.  I think we'll be ready for an outdoor shindig soon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meg's broken arm seems to be doing well, and next week, she'll go back to get it x-rayed again.  The girls have both had allergy problems, and Zoe's ear has been aching.  There may be another doctor trip on the horizon.  But among all the chaos, the messy house and stresses of caring for kids and my dad, I keep writing.  Where it will lead, I don't know, but it keeps me sane, and I'm so glad I discovered my old love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6740639421957500745?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6740639421957500745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6740639421957500745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6740639421957500745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6740639421957500745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4815760315911706439</id><published>2010-03-16T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:02:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The winter of our discontent...</title><content type='html'>Man, did it all hit the fan these past couple of months.  The two youngest kids were sick &lt;i&gt;forever &lt;/i&gt;and finally started getting better after 4 trips to the doc and strong antibiotics.  After they sufficiently covered me in their mucus, I came down with a cold that became a sinus infection.  A really crappy one.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same day I came down with that, I learned my dad was rushed to the hospital in his county, and the next day he was rushed to University of Louisville hospital.  I luckily got in to see the doc the same day and got some antibiotics going before my husband and I rushed up there.  That led to an emergency surgery where they removed his entire colon.  It had died apparently, and for whatever reason, his family doctor completely missed it or didn't bother to listen to him complaining of intense pain for a long time.  Consequently, he will not be returning to her, but I digress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remained there for two weeks with him and am finally home awaiting his arrival here to a rehab facility.  This winter has been hard.  Stressful, disappointing, an emotional roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still writing.  Some days I want to throw in the towel, but I won't.  I've managed to keep up with my 10 week writing course by keeping my laptop with me at all times.  The great thing about this class is that it has allowed me to start work on a tiny novel idea I had, and it has now grown into a real project.  I've tailored each week's assignments to formulating various scenes and my instructor seems to think I've got real potential to get it published. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Also loving reading all my classmates' projects as well--such a varied group of talented people.  I hope I can keep up some relationships there.  Writers need other writer friends to share their ideas and projects with.  The online critique group I participate in has been very helpful too, though I had some terrible reviews of one of my fantasy romances.  Some of those "critiquers" can be harsh as a Brillo pad.  I take the "honest but nice" approach.  Eh, but everyone's different.  Good for me to learn that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you updated hopefully a little more frequently.  I'm hoping spring will be a time for things to smooth out a bit.  Keep us in your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4815760315911706439?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4815760315911706439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4815760315911706439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4815760315911706439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4815760315911706439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter-of-our-discontent.html' title='The winter of our discontent...'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3673335278814119251</id><published>2010-02-11T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:46:53.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Energizer bunny</title><content type='html'>I keep going, and going, and going....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really busy.  Rejection number two came this week in the form of "if we don't contact you within two weeks, assume we're not interested", so I assume they're not interested :)  I just now submitted my second children's story after much editing to another agent.  I'm not sure if they send real rejection slips or not.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My writing class is going well, though a bit slow at times.  I think I could use more challenge and feedback, but it's not bad.  The assignments aren't difficult, but they help me practice and I'm learning new techniques and areas of weakness as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kids have been out of school for three days now, so it's been hard to sit down and get any writing done at all.  My latest fantasy romance tale is kinda stalled at the moment, though I've gotten more than halfway through.  Hopefully, next week I can get back in gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3673335278814119251?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3673335278814119251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3673335278814119251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3673335278814119251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3673335278814119251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-energizer-bunny.html' title='Like the Energizer bunny'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8081814558609798518</id><published>2010-01-27T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:59:10.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Proud Inductee</title><content type='html'>Into the world of writers, that is.  I got my first rejection from an agent day before yesterday for my children's mystery story. This morning, I re-vamped my query and synopsis, did some minor edits and sent it out again.  Such is the life of the struggling writer!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My online writing class began yesterday.  There are sixteen people enrolled from all over the US and the world.  I'm looking forward to a great experience there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time everyone--life calls!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8081814558609798518?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8081814558609798518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8081814558609798518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8081814558609798518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8081814558609798518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-proud-inductee.html' title='I&apos;m A Proud Inductee'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3955679490449265979</id><published>2010-01-22T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:10:21.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, There He Is!</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months, I've really felt God working in my life.  Quite differently from the previous months.  But it wasn't His fault.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You know when there are times that you just don't feel God's pull in your own life?  Maybe you see Him in other's lives or you don't see Him at all.  You start to doubt that He's still paying attention.  You start to doubt yourself, your motives, everything around you.  Then, you wake up and realize--you were trying to go at it all alone.  You thought you had it all figured out and just didn't bother to consult the "big guy".  Why bring Him into it--it's all under control, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Until it's not.  Then you finally seek His guidance.  And He's there, like He always has been.  I finally started asking God to help me through this mid-life crisis or whatever I'm going through and put me where He wants me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He answered of course.  We've started this new "hang-ups and habits" Bible study in church.  Of course, just weeks prior, he started talking to me about some issues that I've been stumbling over my whole life.  Yeah, He was preparing me for this study.  And just yesterday, He opened up a part-time opportunity that I thought I wasn't going to have.  So, there's the money I need for my writing class.  And I've found a couple of great little websites with like-minded people who are practicing their own writing skills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm truly not expecting instant fame here.  Or fame at all really.  It may be years before anything comes of it, but I think I'm doing what I want to do and what He's leading me toward.  He may lead me somewhere else eventually, but I'm gonna stick with it and give it my best.  I know He's still workin on me and I'll probably always struggle with my own "stuff" and stumble on it.  But, today, I acknowledge and thank Him for not giving up on me.  Even when I want to control everything.   Even when I want to give up on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3955679490449265979?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3955679490449265979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3955679490449265979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3955679490449265979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3955679490449265979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-there-he-is.html' title='Ah, There He Is!'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1413030604033990768</id><published>2010-01-18T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:27:22.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin, workin, workin...</title><content type='html'>It almost feels like a new job now.  But one I like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started a few new things this week.  I joined an online critiquing group where members can post their stories and get feedback.  They have a really nice system set up there.  The more you give feedback to others, the more points you earn.  You use those points to post your own stories.  The stories are set in a queue and when they receive at least 6 reviews or are there for a week, they are moved out of the queue and new stories are moved up.  I like it so far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also signed up for a paid writing class from a writing school.  Class begins next week.  Since I had originally intended to start biology grad school this semester, I thought I'd fill in that education gap with a legitimate class to study writing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm working on a new children's story that I'm excited about.  It should be finished soon and I will be sending it out to see if it finds a home.  I'm hoping the next few months will bring lots of updates, even if they are rejections.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1413030604033990768?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1413030604033990768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1413030604033990768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1413030604033990768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1413030604033990768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/workin-workin-workin.html' title='Workin, workin, workin...'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4475760785569061063</id><published>2010-01-14T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:53:25.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Business</title><content type='html'>Writing, that is.  Like anything else.  I'm venturing into dark and scary waters and I'm tempted to jump back out on shore.  But, nope, I'm staying in.  I can swim...a little.  I've decided to always keep in mind that I have no delusions of grandeur.  I don't expect to be a Pulitzer Prize-winning author.  I don't expect any bestsellers.  What I do expect is to enjoy what I do and to keep at it a little every day.  I expect to learn and learn and learn.  To find my own unique "authorial voice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a writer do that?  I'm not quite sure yet, but I'm reading a lot about writing.  Sounds kind of unproductive, but there is a wealth of information out there in Google-land.  Writing articles, critique groups, classes, etc.  I'm actively exploring every possibility.  And trying to avoid those negativities that tell me I'll never make it.  There's a lot of that out there too.  Filtering out all that takes some concentration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember some very encouraging words from my mama, who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;a great encourager to me.  She said I could do anything if I put my mind to it.  That is the key to success in anything.  If your mind and heart are not fully dedicated to something, you'll not really succeed in it.  So mind and heart, prepare for an on-going workout in this business of writing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where's my coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4475760785569061063?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4475760785569061063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4475760785569061063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4475760785569061063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4475760785569061063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-business.html' title='It&apos;s a Business'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7274696207615545596</id><published>2010-01-09T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:05:26.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now We Wait</title><content type='html'>I found a legitimate agent this week and sent in my synopsis.  Hoping it will be sooner than four months before I hear from her.  But I won't hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other writing news, I've joined a neat forum for fantasy/sci-fi writers and hoping to get some good feedback there.  I also finished chapter 3 of the 5th story in my fantasy series.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what the coming week brings.  Tootles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7274696207615545596?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7274696207615545596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7274696207615545596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7274696207615545596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7274696207615545596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-now-we-wait.html' title='And Now We Wait'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2359748694159121403</id><published>2010-01-06T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:38:24.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so NOT my first agent</title><content type='html'>Now I have learned that I need to do more research before sending my queries to an agent.  I just researched this particular agency tonight and there are many negative reviews that claim the company is not legit.  They apparently charge people money for a "critique" after they say they're interested in your manuscript.  I still have yet to hear from them, but I will be saying, "Thanks, but no thanks" to them.  The search for a legitimate agent begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2359748694159121403?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2359748694159121403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2359748694159121403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2359748694159121403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2359748694159121403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok-so-not-my-first-agent.html' title='Ok, so NOT my first agent'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7120467375932437448</id><published>2010-01-04T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:55:15.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Agent...Maybe?</title><content type='html'>So I've had this children's mystery story that I wrote a few months ago just sitting here--all unedited and lonely.  I decided it needed a new home.  I did some final editing, Googled a children's literary agent, and submitted a synopsis.  Hopefully, I'll hear back in a few days.  Even if it's my first rejection, I hope I get some positive feedback that I can use to improve and not just a form letter.  We'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7120467375932437448?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7120467375932437448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7120467375932437448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7120467375932437448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7120467375932437448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-agentmaybe.html' title='My First Agent...Maybe?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-457623154801535020</id><published>2010-01-03T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:25:40.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Writing We Will Go</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have one story set to publish this spring, two for next spring, and two more to edit and send off.  Today, I began my next short story--number 5 in a series set in a fantasy world of my own design.  This one, I'm liking so far, hoping it will grow and develop strongly along the way.  If you like elves, dragons, action, intrigue, and romance, I think you'll like this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in the beginning stages of a potential novel.  Right now, it's a bit daunting to even think about writing an entire novel, but I'm following a snowflake method from this website: http://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/art/snowflake.php  I'm excited to see how far I can take it.  The plot so far seems pretty interesting, yet there will be much-needed research involved.  Hopefully, my brain will hold up to that task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful about this new year and my new endeavors.  I'm not sure what is around the corner, but I hope to enjoy the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-457623154801535020?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/457623154801535020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=457623154801535020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/457623154801535020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/457623154801535020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-we-will-go.html' title='A Writing We Will Go'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1028323067484471878</id><published>2009-12-30T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:36:22.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write or Not to Write</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is the question I suppose. This week after Christmas has typically been my most emotional week of the year.  Add to this year a precocious one-year old, an incredibly headstrong and stubborn four-year old, and an overly dramatic, know-it-all of a seven-year old....oh, and a visit from my mean old Aunt Flo, and it's a bad week to think about writing at all.  Yet, here I am, thinking about it.  Itching to write again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer and fall, I churned out three short stories and was lucky enough to get them accepted by a small e-publisher.  I was ecstatic, actually, since I hadn't written anything substantial in many years.  I took the science route when I got out of high school, choosing to study biology.  I like lab work.  I'm a natural lab rat, being the recluse I am and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past eight years, I've been a full time mama, having decided to take on the hardest and best job in the world back in 2001.  Now, though, as my last little one is growing up a bit, I started wanting something different.  I've been "just a mom" for so long that I could swear my brain is half dried up sometimes.  My brain needs stimulation. It always has, since I began reading at age three.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, where do I  begin my quest, I asked myself, since I'm way in over my head in this mama gig?  At first, it seemed simple.  I have a Bachelor's in Biology that I got 11 years ago.  Why not try for a Master's?  I got accepted into an online program and had all intentions of starting in January.  Then, I realized how much it would cost.  A lot.  And my dad's health is deteriorating.  And I still have the three (refer to previous descriptions) to take care of.  So, that's at least on hold for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I've been toying with the idea of teaching high-school biology.  So, I've been trying online tutoring to get a little experience and extra money to boot.  Apparently, I'm a bit rusty at that whole biology thing, so if I don't improve in the next couple weeks, they're gonna dump me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions that I now ponder are--what should I do now?  What CAN I do now?  Should I even TRY doing anything else now?  Lord knows I have enough housework and childcare to keep me busy 24/7, yet I think the Lord knows too that I need something else.  My brain needs something else.  And the utter thrill I got from writing those three stories AND getting a positive response from them has me wanting more of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved reading and writing.  I once was an avid reader.  The bookmobile used to stop by my house as a kid in the summer, bringing me Victoria Holt and Stephen King novels.  I wrote a lot of poetry and English was one of my best and favorite subjects in school.  So, did I take the wrong path in choosing science after all?  Is writing really my true passion?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who have known all along where they belong and have followed out their dreams to reality.  Here I am approaching my mid-thirties, and still trying to decide what to be when I grow up.  I know that I love writing.  It's fun as heck to develop a storyline and see it through to an exciting, happy ending.  Yet, what if I fail miserably and never publish another thing?  What if I can't find any time to write because of my three "distractions"?  Will I resent them for keeping me from it?  Will I resent them if I don't TRY?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I stand, this final week of 2009.  And I'm revamping my old blog just for now.  Maybe this will be my writer's blog.  I hope I can find reason to add to it.  I hope I can find time to write.  I hope I have found my true passion in life.  I hope I can still be a good wife and mama in the process.  I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1028323067484471878?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1028323067484471878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1028323067484471878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1028323067484471878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1028323067484471878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-write-or-not-to-write.html' title='To Write or Not to Write'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1626699124337012001</id><published>2009-06-01T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:24:48.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye for now</title><content type='html'>To all my tens of readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've went AWOL from blog-land for now.  The demands of "the three" especially, then playing EQII, and Facebook have taken priority now.  I'll miss my blog friends, but it's time to move on to other things.  I'll keep the account open in case I get the urge to blog again.  If you want to keep tabs on me, join Facebook.  I can post pics on there and update my status.  It's handy to keep in touch with people there.  Of course, you can always e-mail me or call or visit.  I'm not a virtual person yet :)  Love you all and have a great summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1626699124337012001?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1626699124337012001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1626699124337012001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1626699124337012001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1626699124337012001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-for-now.html' title='Bye bye for now'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-73802999246055825</id><published>2009-05-09T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:16:31.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>To all mothers, whether they have newborns or grandkids and any kids in between!  To all our mothers, whether they're near or far, alive or passed away!  To all the women who've influenced our lives over the years and to women who influence even now....Happy Mother's Day!  You're special, you're loved, and you're doing a great job!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm enjoying a very sweet homemade gift from Bryan and the kids tonight.  They made me a bouquet of each of their hands cut out of construction paper attached to green pipe cleaners, and on each hand is written one thing they can do for me to help me, like "Clean My Room" or "Give Mommy a Hug".  Complete with Jelly Belly Jelly Beans and Dove Chocolates in the bottom of the bowl and homemade cards.  I'm so blessed to have all of them.  I hope you have a blessed day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-73802999246055825?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/73802999246055825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=73802999246055825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/73802999246055825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/73802999246055825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-9058631571592684678</id><published>2009-04-21T14:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:37:29.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins...</title><content type='html'>The bi-annual seasonal clothing changes.  Why do I dread this task so much?  It's really one of my least favorite chores, but like most other chores, must be done at some point.  The kids can't wear long sleeves all summer.  What's really tough is figuring out how to store the clothes that are too small.  I'm thinking of buying some of those gigantic Rubbermaid containers and start pouring all the garbage bags full of clothes into those, then into the garage.  The closets just can't hold them anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I'm very blessed to have more than adequate clothes for my children.  And yes, I'm very thankful for them.  But I just have a hard time finding joy in the sorting, that's all.  If I focus on one kid at a time, one area at a time, it makes it go a little more smoothly.  So, just stay focused.....stay focused... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-9058631571592684678?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/9058631571592684678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=9058631571592684678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9058631571592684678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9058631571592684678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-it-begins.html' title='So it begins...'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5627878215164801264</id><published>2009-04-07T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:56:12.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Well, I actually did something productive today, contrary to yesterday's post.  I started the much-needed shampooing of the hallway carpet.  I started out with Rug Doctor Pre-Treatment spray, which I sprayed generously on each area, letting it sit for 5-10 min each time.  Then, using Bissell's Fiber Cleaning formula carpet shampoo in my Hoover Steam-Vac, I washed/auto-rinsed one area while Zoe was in pre-K, then just finished another after lunch.  Got a big floor fan helping to dry it.  I can't do huge areas in our high-traffic floors while I've got kids home.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the steam-vac, because it only leaves the floor damp and we can walk on it within an hour or so.  Do I sound like a commercial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next big plans--get some pictures updated in our frames and clean out the fridge thoroughly.  Got a spring cleaning bug, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5627878215164801264?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5627878215164801264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5627878215164801264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5627878215164801264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5627878215164801264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/04/carpet-cleaning.html' title='Carpet Cleaning'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7857902195684990043</id><published>2009-04-05T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:48:34.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted.  I've been on Facebook a bit more than here and it's been a long while since I've caught up on Bloglines on all my blog friends.  I'll get back there eventually.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been spending a lot of time on EQII recently.  There's been a new expansion and I've been more actively roleplaying my characters and trying to advance them in the game.  Yes, I'm ate up.  Could be doing a million other more productive things with my time.  But it's a fun hobby for me and helps me get some relaxation from stressful mommy-work times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since my online time is limited and I've been spending more time elsewhere online, that's why you haven't seen much of me.  Hobbies tend to be cyclical though, so I'll pop up again here when I get bored there.  Until then, happy blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7857902195684990043?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7857902195684990043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7857902195684990043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7857902195684990043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7857902195684990043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8691809786872206703</id><published>2009-03-10T10:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:53:09.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SbZ6svVlJDI/AAAAAAAABKM/x-qdmv12_RE/s200/Picture+004.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311567719569892402" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SbZ8IibdeAI/AAAAAAAABKc/mvvbjKbiOsc/s200/Picture+041.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311569296652859394" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SbZ9HD5K-2I/AAAAAAAABKk/ctGqUz1D_Rk/s200/Picture+054.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311570370787736418" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SbZ7Q_Ho5aI/AAAAAAAABKU/ASsQ0i9vYKg/s200/Picture+013.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311568342281676194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, our Zachaboo was one year old.  I can't believe how fast this year has gone by.  It seems like we just brought him home, all pink, fuzzy, and wiggly.  He had no butt and such scrawny little legs :)  Now he's 21 pounds and almost running everywhere.  He's been a great baby and I'm sure he'll be a wonderful little boy.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you God for all my babies and letting us celebrate each one's first birthday.  Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8691809786872206703?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8691809786872206703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8691809786872206703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8691809786872206703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8691809786872206703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-boy.html' title='My Boy'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SbZ6svVlJDI/AAAAAAAABKM/x-qdmv12_RE/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4878191751095779944</id><published>2009-03-05T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:50:37.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>Meg's been complaining about her stomach hurting every time she eats since Monday.  So today, I called the doctor and let her stay home to go.  She is getting a prescription for Zantac.  And she had a blood test.  Had to drag her into the room to get it done, but once I had her firmly seated on my lap, she wasn't too bad.  Thank you Melissa for watching the younger two for me--I hate dragging them all into the doctor's office if I don't have to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepared for our first evening MOPS night meeting this morning as well, and shopping for Zach's first birthday party, and baking my pigs in a blanket for the meeting now, after having the power out here for over an hour.  I'm already a tired puppy and my meeting starts at 6.  I think I need caffeine and lots of it.  How in the world I'm gonna get the laundry caught up and us all packed up to head to the in-laws tomorrow night is yet to be seen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4878191751095779944?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4198773934889391019</id><published>2009-03-02T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:22:58.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>I'm sad.  Zachary is weaned.  He went to bed night before last without mommy milk for the first time.  *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*  He's growing up and doesn't need to nurse any more.  He had just gotten uninterested and very wiggly when nursing and would only nurse a few minutes before he was ready to get up and play with me.  He'll be one this coming Sunday.  So, we ALMOST made it a full year.   He was ready.  I wasn't.  But I'm coming to terms with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what also saddens me is that I'll no longer be a pregnant mom or nursing mom, but just a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;.  The past seven years have flown by so fast, even with sleepless nights, countless diapers, teething and nursing round the clock.  The stage of simply raising the children is upon us, which of course is not really simple, but I think you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the sadness, I'm looking forward to some changes.  My life has been a bit out of balance the last couple months.  The ice storm threw everyone off, and I've been putting too much energy into some areas and not enough in others.  As spring draws near, I'm looking forward to some home improvement projects, more family time and especially more couple time.  We want to plan a trip at the end of May to the Smokies--just Bryan and me.  And hopefully some little family trips over the summer as well....zoos and parks, maybe even Mammoth Cave...we might as well just jump on in to this child-raising and do it up right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4198773934889391019?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4198773934889391019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4198773934889391019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4198773934889391019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4198773934889391019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3558441656374625426</id><published>2009-02-24T10:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:02:44.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up after the ice storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SaQXk4ZO3aI/AAAAAAAABJk/DF6Y6my6aNQ/s1600-h/Picture+025+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SaQXk4ZO3aI/AAAAAAAABJk/DF6Y6my6aNQ/s200/Picture+025+resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306392183330233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To start, please forgive the outdated blog header.  I have not reinstalled photoshop on my laptop yet so haven't been able to make a new one.  And I have not been blogging or Facebooking or reading blogs for some time.  My attentions have been focused elsewhere.  So, don't think I've forgotten about you, my blog-friends.  I've just been a bit AWOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partly due to the storm cleanup.  Bryan's dad and mom, and his uncle and aunt came this past Saturday to help with cleaning up limbs.  Bryan lucked up and found a portable bucket lift in Clarksville to use to reach the tops of the trees.  Unfortunately, most of Saturday's effort was a wash-up, literally, because it rained the better part of the day.  They only got a few hours in on Saturday.  His mom and dad stayed that night and Bryan and his dad worked like madmen all day Sunday to get the trees done.  Bryan's mom (aka "Nana") helped with the kids and we both kept everyone fed and helped the guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; whenever they needed something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got dark before they got the trees done, but they got a flashlight and chugged on.  I helped them move limbs so they could access the last couple of trees.  On the last tree, the controls up in the bucket stopped working, so I had to stand by the main controls on the base, flashlight held with my chin, while they told me which buttons to push.  Finally, around 7:30 pm that night, they finished, both guys worn out, but it's done.  Now, we just have to clean up the aftermath, but the hard part is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll sure miss the shade this summer, but at least we'll have no leaves to rake in the fall :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SaQXNITGitI/AAAAAAAABJU/IUCNANfdpd0/s200/Picture+029+resized.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306391775282629330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SaQZtrnqB6I/AAAAAAAABJs/LwT2C-PXdwY/s200/Picture+042+resized.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306394533543151522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3558441656374625426?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3558441656374625426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3558441656374625426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3558441656374625426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3558441656374625426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleaning-up-after-ice-storm.html' title='Cleaning up after the ice storm'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SaQXk4ZO3aI/AAAAAAAABJk/DF6Y6my6aNQ/s72-c/Picture+025+resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8021249452433063571</id><published>2009-02-13T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:51:50.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Valentine's Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Just when I think my hubby couldn't get any more awesome, this morning he sent me a gift basket tied with two balloons, and filled with chocolates for me, and candy, cookies, and a stuffed animal for the kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chocolate itself would have been enough to win me over, but he also sent a dozen red roses, and on each one was a note with a Bible verse, each related to the numbers 1-12.  Here is an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THREE:  You have brought into our home three wonderful, loving children that have completed our lives and left an admiration in my heart that I can scarcely describe.  Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genesis 3:20--Adam named his wife Eve, because she would become the mother of all the living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never be able to top this year.  I sent him flowers and an e-card yesterday, but wow--what did I do to deserve such a great man who goes out of his way to show his love for me?  I really don't feel worthy right now.  And I'm teary-eyed.  It takes a lot to make me teary-eyed when I'm not pregnant or otherwise hormonal :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Bryan, for being you, my soulmate, my best friend, my husband.  I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8021249452433063571?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8021249452433063571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8021249452433063571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8021249452433063571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8021249452433063571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-valentines-surprise.html' title='What a Valentine&apos;s Surprise!'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-9066722318563984259</id><published>2009-02-12T11:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:55:44.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Faith Means to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);  font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting “I've been saved!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I’m whispering, “I get lost! That's why I chose this way”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I’m confessing that I stumble - needing God to be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I’m admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't think I know it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); "&gt;I have no authority -- I only know I’m loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolwimmer.com/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Carol Wimmer, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(64, 96, 146);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-9066722318563984259?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/9066722318563984259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=9066722318563984259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9066722318563984259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9066722318563984259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-my-faith-means-to-me.html' title='What My Faith Means to Me'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-728544554127274791</id><published>2009-02-10T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:34:59.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful...</title><content type='html'>For all the people who have worked so hard to restore power to our area, our state, and surrounding states.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a hot cup of tea and a quiet hour while 2 are napping and one's on her way home from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a loving family who fed and sheltered us for a week while we waited out the ice storm damage and who came to help us top our trees this past Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my husband, who works very hard for our family, our church, and our community, and who loves us so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 3 healthy, happy children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For wonderful neighbors who pitched in to clean up a huge pile of tree limbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For God's unconditional love and gift of salvation, that surpasses all other blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-728544554127274791?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1813485471444193036</id><published>2009-02-03T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:31:15.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, a week after the ice storm</title><content type='html'>Bryan is supervising the organization of one of 40 "tent cities" that are being put up in Kentucky.  This particular one will house 300 linemen, providing beds, meals, showers, and supplies.  They're setting up in one of the high school parking lots.  He is coming in at 5:30-8:30 am to work there, then to work at the power plant, then back to the "tent city" from 5-10.  Not sure how long he will be doing this, but I do know he's going to be worn out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also says our power is off again, so he has to keep the generator going.  And I think he said our water is out again too, so we may be here in Adair County longer than I hoped.  I was hoping to go back home tomorrow, but it doesn't look like that will happen.  At least we're warm and well cared for here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the opportunity to take 2 of my neices and my 2 daughers out to Mc'D's last night for supper.  I had a great time with them, though they were a little loud, well, a LOT loud actually :)  But I loved having them all with me.  I don't get to see them much because we live so far away and they're all in school and such.  I'm not happy that we had an ice storm, but I am happy that I've gotten to spend time with my neices and my dad this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1813485471444193036?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1813485471444193036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1813485471444193036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1813485471444193036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1813485471444193036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-week-after-ice-storm.html' title='Tuesday, a week after the ice storm'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6502122178199552206</id><published>2009-02-01T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:40:15.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday ice storm update</title><content type='html'>The kids and I are still holed up in Adair County, eating my in-laws out of house and home :)  Bryan says our power is back on, and our neighbor Harold, but only because we share a line with the water company.  Lucky us I guess.  It seems sporadic, however, so we're still waiting it out here until things stabilize.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a boil water advisory for our county, and I saw on the local news that our schools will be closed until further notice.  So, no rush in going back.  Though, I just talked with Bryan and he says we may be able to come back mid-week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our church is still a shelter, though they now have power, since they share a line with the hospital.  Bryan took their generator and helped wire it up to First Baptist church last night.  He's also helped a few friends wire up their generators for home and business.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering when we'll get back into having Meg's Upward basketball games and practices.  I guess that'll be cancelled until further notice as well, since it's held in our church.  It's like the whole county is just on hold until further notice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I have my laptop and a wireless connection here, so I can play Everquest and blog to my tens of readers, most of whom don't have power and can't read it anyway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6502122178199552206?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6502122178199552206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6502122178199552206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6502122178199552206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6502122178199552206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-ice-storm-update.html' title='Sunday ice storm update'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7137211657904270086</id><published>2009-01-30T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:26:31.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday ice storm update</title><content type='html'>The kids and I made it into Adair County last night.  We met Bryan's mom and dad in Bowling Green, where they gave Bryan some more cans of gas, groceries, and 1000 cups for our church.  They ran out of cups while serving as a shelter for hundreds of people in our community.  Bryan delivered them last night when he went back.  And we came on back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one time that I was glad we had family that lived outside the area.  Otherwise, we'd all be in the same boat.  Luckily, Adair County, and points south and east of here, were not badly affected by the ice storm.  They just barely missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching GMA this morning, I heard a blurb from the local news that it could be up to a month before power is restored in our county.  I certainly hope that is a worst-case scenario.  I have no idea how long we'll be here, but I'm glad we could go somewhere safe and warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of reservations about leaving home.  I wanted to stay and be there in case anyone needed help or shelter, but taking care of "the three" is my first priority, and with "the three" in tow, I can't be of much help.  Bryan is staying behind, though, manning the ship, so to speak.  He'll be working, helping at the church, and helping anyone else he can.  Our home is still open to anyone who needs a shelter.  E-mail me if you know anyone who needs to stay and I'll get you in contact with Bryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, I'll miss all of my friends back home and I pray that God will supply all your needs and keep you safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7137211657904270086?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7137211657904270086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7137211657904270086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7137211657904270086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7137211657904270086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-ice-storm-update.html' title='Friday ice storm update'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5850865554180787513</id><published>2009-01-29T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:56:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday ice storm update</title><content type='html'>We have water this morning, so Bryan and I both took showers.  He went in to work this morning.  I'm going to give the girls baths while we have water.  Bryan says the water plant may be low on gas for their generator so the water may not be here to stay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst news is that all of KU's western grid is out--that means no power for anyone west of Louisville that they supply.  I heard on the news that about a million people across 20 states are without power, and it's likely going to be days or up to a week before any significant areas are back in power.  The local KU plant actually shut down yesterday because they had no where to send out the power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasoline for generators is in such demand that there are shortages all over our region.  Bryan stood in line yesterday at Southern States for an hour and a half to fill up our gas cans.  The generator will run for 8- 10 hours with 7 gallons of gas.  If we hear that we can't find enough gas for the next couple of days, I probably will be coming to Adair County with our kids for a few days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan was out all day yesterday helping the church wire up a large generator that the National Guard loaned them.  The church is now a shelter, and by the time he got home last night, he said it was filling up fast.  When a young girl with a small baby came up to him to thank him while he was working, he knew all those long hours were worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to conclude, our 2 guest rooms are ready for anyone who needs them, we have plenty of food for now, and our water is working as of now.  Phone service is sketchy.  Most of the time, I can't call out, but people seem to call in fine.  Our cell phones have been out until just now, and I have service, but not sure if that will last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5850865554180787513?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5850865554180787513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5850865554180787513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5850865554180787513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5850865554180787513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-ice-storm-update.html' title='Thursday ice storm update'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4967780843911590705</id><published>2009-01-28T11:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:08:09.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the ice storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SYCQf-fYXTI/AAAAAAAABI8/5wzBlVPIOUA/s1600-h/Picture+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296392040812666162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SYCQf-fYXTI/AAAAAAAABI8/5wzBlVPIOUA/s200/Picture+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296386087924180210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SYCOa9S2fiI/AAAAAAAABIs/1pWhk9ZkS9Y/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389755569077794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SYCOa9S2fiI/AAAAAAAABIs/1pWhk9ZkS9Y/s200/Picture+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4967780843911590705?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4967780843911590705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4967780843911590705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3129187707315218638</id><published>2009-01-28T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:09:33.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday ice storm update</title><content type='html'>More freezing rain/sleet overnight.  Turned to snow this morning.  We probably have at least an inch of snow over the ice right now, but looks like it's ending.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water plant is out of power and they don't have their own generator.  The National Guard is looking for one that is big enough to supply their needs.  I think they need to buy one of those industrial built-in generators if you ask me.  Just to be prepared in situations like this.  So now, our county is out of power, many are out of heat, and we have no water now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and our phone lines are out as well as the cell phones.  Apparently, people from outside the affected area can call in, but we can't call out anywhere.  If you want to check in on us, call us and it'll probably get through.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Baptist Church is acting as a shelter, but they are filling up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Bryan and many others are helping our church (Second Baptist) to set up a diesel generator so the church will be fully functional and available as a shelter tonight to anyone who needs it.  Some also served food from there last night--I suppose they cooked with gas.  They may be serving food after powering up today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, the kids and I are just hanging out stuck in the house, but thankfully, we have a working generator so we are staying warm and we have plenty of food to eat.  Keeping them entertained is the biggest challenge so far ;)  I'll try to head out and get some pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3129187707315218638?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3129187707315218638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3129187707315218638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3129187707315218638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3129187707315218638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-ice-storm-update.html' title='Wednesday ice storm update'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8642410814769415387</id><published>2009-01-27T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:01:28.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>Our county is a disaster area.  Again.  In less than a year, we've lived through a tornado that destroyed several homes last February, a wind storm that wiped out power for a week for many in our region, and now an ice storm like we haven't seen in years.  The linemen have worked overtime in each of these situations just to get our power back.  It must be so frustrating for them, especially as trees are falling constantly under the weight of the ice.  I pray God will keep each of them safe as they work day and night to get us up and running again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have (or had) several beautiful trees in our front and back yard that are now being desimated by the ice.  And more is coming now, with snow predicted after that.  I will try to post pictures tomorrow.  You wouldn't believe how many huge limbs are down all around our house.  I don't know if we can salvage any of our trees.  I sincerely hope our backyard trees around our swingset survive, but I think one at least may be lost.  They provided such nice shade during summer play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband worked all day to find and hook up a generator, so we have heat and enough power to run our refrigerators, cook, and watch TV.  We still are conserving the lights and only running one small appliance at a time.  Dishwashing will be done by hand for now and we can shower, thanks to a gas water heater. I'm thankful that we can be warm and well fed, especially with "the three" here at home until school gets back in session.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dread going to bed, just to be startled by each crack and boom of more limbs falling, like I heard all night last night and all day today.  However, I thank God that we have a warm home to sleep in and pray that He will give each of us the strength to clean up and help our neighbors when the storms are over.  If any of you locals happen to read this and need heat or know someone who does, we have two spare bedrooms you can crash in if you need em.  Stay warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8642410814769415387?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8642410814769415387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8642410814769415387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8642410814769415387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8642410814769415387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4967091719757199230</id><published>2009-01-26T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:08:20.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 AM Shopping Report</title><content type='html'>Kroger was packed.  The milk was dwindling.  The checkout lines were backed up into the freezer section.  All available help was called to the front.  That was just at 9 AM this morning.  We're predicted to get between 1/2" and 1" of ice in our area tonight and tomorrow.  If you have time, run out to the grocery before the afternoon rush hits.  You'd think we were going to get trapped for a week whenever they call for snow around here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4967091719757199230?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4967091719757199230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4967091719757199230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4967091719757199230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4967091719757199230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-am-shopping-report.html' title='9 AM Shopping Report'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7345727277328048383</id><published>2009-01-23T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:14:41.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Where You Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the Way to Where You Are Going &lt;/em&gt;is a book by Joyce Meyer that I've been picking at for several monoths now.  I haven't read an entire book for years :)  This week, I've felt the need to get back into this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to be able to read some at Meg's Upward practice last night, and I think I'll make that a habit.   A nice hour just to read and refresh.  Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all need some refreshing from time to time?  It's been a trying few weeks with several stressful situations.  One of the ways I can tell I'm saved is when life gets crazy, I feel the need to get closer to my Rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several Bible verses in this book have really fed my soul this week, but I'll share one of them from this morning:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You will show me the path of life, in Your presence is fullness of joy, at Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore." Psalm 16:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Meyer says we can't keep saying we believe in God's promises if we walk around depressed all the time, worrying about our problems.  We need to hand it over to him and let His joy shine through the tough times.  Laugh, smile, and have fun as often as you can!  And don't feel guilty about it!  Just because a tough situation is upon you, doesn't mean you have to shut down and not enjoy anything in life.  Get away from the problem for a while and have fun, however you need to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm preaching to myself more than anyone, but y'all can take that advice too!  Hope you all have some fun today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7345727277328048383?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7345727277328048383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7345727277328048383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7345727277328048383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7345727277328048383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoying-where-you-are.html' title='Enjoying Where You Are...'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6295511896105481892</id><published>2009-01-22T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:56:10.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to fold a fitted sheet</title><content type='html'>I've never been able to do it properly. My mom tried to show me years ago, but to no avail. I may never be able to do it neatly, but here's a great video for all of you who may be secretly struggling like I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHTyH2nuFAw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHTyH2nuFAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6295511896105481892?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6295511896105481892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6295511896105481892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6295511896105481892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6295511896105481892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-fold-fitted-sheet.html' title='How to fold a fitted sheet'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2462260171821909745</id><published>2009-01-20T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:14:46.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>I want to hibernate, so badly I could literally curl up about anywhere in a little ball and go to sleep.  I especially want to curl up under the electric blanket on our bed, surround myself with pillows and sleep until I want to get up.  It's that bad, people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, I really just WANT to hibernate.  I'm not rebelling against it.   I think I'm part bear or something.  With a husband, 3 kids, and a house to take care of though, hibernation can only come in short bursts between picking up kids, fixing meals, doing laundry, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm rambling now.  Good time to stop and have more coffee...and head to the electric blanket for a few minutes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2462260171821909745?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2462260171821909745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2462260171821909745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2462260171821909745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2462260171821909745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5166965604981682374</id><published>2009-01-17T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:22:35.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 Addictions Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theresacreager.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt; from "Ramblings of a Crazy Woman" tagged me today with this funny meme.  I think I've already mentioned all these during my own ramblings here, but here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 addictions that I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Everquest II--a multiplayer online game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Webkinz--my substitute for EQII since I need a new video card to play that one.  Surprisingly enough, it's even fun for adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Chocolate, especially Ghirardelli chocolate or any other good quality chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  American Idol, though since last week's premier featuring "bikini girl", my respect for it has gone down several notches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now tag whoever wants to jump in, because I'm too lazy to come up with a list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5166965604981682374?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5166965604981682374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5166965604981682374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5166965604981682374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5166965604981682374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-5-addictions-tag.html' title='My 5 Addictions Tag'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-137892879935875230</id><published>2009-01-15T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:13:00.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>Don't ya hate it when you mess up badly and have to face the consequences?  To illustrate:  I love online bill paying.  So much more simple than writing checks and having stamps on hand, etc.  Except when you send a payment to the wrong biller.  Cingular has now gotten a large Discover Card payment and I now have a nice credit on our cell phone account, except I don't need a credit there...I need a payment at Discover.  Upon calling them, I am informed I have to wait 9 days before I can call and have them overnight the refund back to me.  To make sure it has cleared my bank and I'm not trying to scam them.  *&lt;em&gt;bonking myself in the head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....Zachary is in the weaning process.  We're down to 3 nursings a day.  I am really going to miss nursing him, except that he's become a really rude nursling.  He pulls, tugs, pinches, kicks, sratches my face, and pulls my hair.  I guess it's best that way, or otherwise I'd really miss nursing him more.  My goal has been to nurse each one for a year, and so far, I've met that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've been perusing &lt;a href="http://www.marriagebuilders.com/"&gt;www.marriagebuilders.com&lt;/a&gt;.   Marriages are under Satan's constant attack, and Christian marriages are no less immune.  There are great ideas there to help anyone strengthen their marriage.  Don't wait until there's trouble brewing to work on your marriage.  It takes constant effort.  Now get to reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-137892879935875230?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/137892879935875230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=137892879935875230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/137892879935875230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/137892879935875230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-762735974778270000</id><published>2009-01-12T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:35:33.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computah rehaul</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I've managed to get two bad video cards in a row on my laptop.  They should run fine up to 120C, but they booger up around 50 or 60C.  My favorite game, consequently, is quite taxing on the video card and I can't run it under 60C.   *&lt;em&gt;ahem*  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's time for a rehaul.  We've been needing extra memory to store and backup things, so hubby is looking into buying 3 new harddrives for the downstairs PC to run in a RAID 5 configuration (&lt;em&gt;don't ask me to explain that...it took hubby about an hour to give me a basic understanding of it&lt;/em&gt;) to allow us to back up and store data, pics, etc to keep the laptop as free as possible.  We're also installing a modified version of Windows XP called "tiny XP" that will run only the most basic setup without all the crazy applications nobody ever uses.  And, we have a new video card coming from Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm cleaning up old files and organizing them so we can move them downstairs and scrub this hard drive.  It's kinda scary thinking about that, but hopefully if we rehaul this thing, I'll be back to Everquest II soon....and also we'll be able to burn DVD's of our home videos and other things without getting the "blue screen of death". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not ALL about the games, people.  But since I can't play Everquest yet, I have to settle for Webkinz.  A girl's gotta play sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-762735974778270000?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/762735974778270000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=762735974778270000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/762735974778270000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/762735974778270000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/computah-rehaul.html' title='Computah rehaul'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4816715210264084101</id><published>2009-01-08T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:52:48.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I traveled back to our hometown to attend the visitation for my friend Jamie's mom.  It was good to see Jamie, her husband and two kids.  I'd never seen the baby except in pictures.  He's almost a year old.  But, I wish it could have been under much happier circumstances.  Jamie's grief-stricken, but she's strong like her mom always was. Her mom was proud of the great wife, mom, daughter, and friend that Jamie has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I have been best friends since the 4th grade, when she transferred from a smaller county school to the main county elementary.  We even roomed together at UK for 3 years until I got married and moved off to Louisville.  Since then, we just haven't seen or heard from each other as often as we'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how quickly the years have passed by, and I so rarely see some of the people I love the most in my life.  My only New Year's resolution this year is to be more thoughtful, so I think in light of that, I need to step up my contact with my friends and family that live far away from me.  Obviously, with 3 little ones, travel is rather restricted, but I can call, e-mail, send cards and gifts more often...and try to fit visits into our travels too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4816715210264084101?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4816715210264084101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4816715210264084101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4816715210264084101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4816715210264084101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-home-today.html' title='Back home today'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-9039448803344130495</id><published>2009-01-06T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:17:33.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;From a cute email I got from my cousin Geoff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-9039448803344130495?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/9039448803344130495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=9039448803344130495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9039448803344130495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9039448803344130495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5361215299498136800</id><published>2009-01-05T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:54:50.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another awful Monday</title><content type='html'>Just like Garfield, I've always hated Mondays.  Today, I really hated Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First, waking up at 6 am and getting back into the swing of things after Christmas is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Zachary woke up with a 103.9 temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's been even more energetic than usual and I had to take her with me after preschool to the doctor for Zach, who has his first ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, back home between the doctor and waiting for Rite Aid to get the meds ready, I got a call from my friend Jamie's husband that her mom had passed away this afternoon.  We knew it was coming since Saturday, but it wasn't any less easy to hear.  She fought a long fight with several health problems over the past several years.  She got to enjoy her only child's two kids for a few years, but the oldest will miss her grandma terribly.  The youngest is only a year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be travelling back to our hometown where the funeral will take place later this week.  I know what it's like to lose a mom when you're a young woman.  It's hard, but I know that life goes on.  Kids still need to be fed.  Bills still need to be paid.  Eventually, the memories get better, and I pray that will happen for Jamie too.  I hope you will lift up a little prayer for them today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5361215299498136800?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5361215299498136800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5361215299498136800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5361215299498136800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5361215299498136800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-another-awful-monday.html' title='Just another awful Monday'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8434868951265219576</id><published>2009-01-02T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:46:27.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>For all you WGMGB fans (&lt;em&gt;wow, that was long&lt;/em&gt;), I am no longer on official hiatus from blogging, though don't expect frequent posts.  The holidays have pretty much come to a close.  My dear hubby has helped me clean up and put away stuff and life is moving back to a somewhat normal pace.  I'm feeling more inclined to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the big party for our 7 year old Megan is tomorrow at the local skating rink.  I have made cupcakes and will carry them in my new cupcake transporter I got for Christmas.  I may also try skating, though it has been years since I've done it.  Megan has been practicing ever since Wednesday all over the house.  I'm wondering if skating is like riding a bike--once you learn, you never forget?  Guess we'll see how many bruises I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, though, my awesome hubby surprised me with a homecooked dinner.  It was all his own new recipes.  He made some chicken stroganoff, porcupine meatballs in a zesty sauce, and some pork tenderloin topped with some shredded cabbage salad, mango, peaches, and toated almonds...and he even made a peach/mango reduction sauce.  I swear it looked like something you'd see on Iron Chef America.  I'm not sure why I still cook :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple thoughts lately about public restrooms.  &lt;em&gt;I warned you this was a random post, didn't I?&lt;/em&gt;  Anywho, ladies, please...if you don't want to do the shaky squatting thing over public toilets, just make sure we ALL sit down on them.  Pretty sure we can't catch much from thighs alone.  And if you make a splatter, for goodness sakes, clean it up so the next person can sit.  My knees are getting too old for the squatting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a more serious public bathroom thought...why in the world can't family establishments put in sinks that little kids can reach?  I have been to very few places where my 3 year old can actually wash her little hands without me having to pick her up.  Very often, my 7 year old can't reach the handles or soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How hard would it be to either lower the sinks or at least put a stool under there so little kids can reach the sink?  Sometimes I'm holding the baby and I can't pick up anyone else to help them wash.  I bet it's also hard for some handicapped people in wheelchairs to reach these really high sinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looking for advice here...should I start e-mailing restaurants and other family venues to see what can be done about this?  Would it be worth it?  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8434868951265219576?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8434868951265219576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8434868951265219576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8434868951265219576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8434868951265219576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-904970253265698355</id><published>2008-12-31T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:11:49.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Megan!</title><content type='html'>Today, my first baby is 7 years old.  I can't believe how fast these past 7 years have flown by.  It seems like only yesterday we brought that little 6 lb, 14 oz baby girl home.  That was the scariest night of our lives, but also opened our hearts to an all new kind of love.  One that we've been blessed to repeat 2 more times since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day of celebrating.  Meg opened up her new pair of roller skates and has had a blast rolling around the house with them.  We watched "Bolt" in Owensboro today with all the kids and bought some party supplies for her party at the local skating rink planned for Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bryan and I are munching on veggies, homemade buffalo chicken dip, summer sausage, cheese, and crackers.  At midnight, we'll pop open the sparkling grape juice and welcome in the new year.  I pray you will all have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-904970253265698355?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/904970253265698355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=904970253265698355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/904970253265698355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/904970253265698355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-megan.html' title='Happy Birthday Megan!'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-770818980924818752</id><published>2008-12-24T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:44:40.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mama</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up a little bit depressed.  I thought to myself, "I wish I could just relax and enjoy Christmas without having to wear myself out preparing for it."  And I missed my mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been gone 5 years now.  I still miss her so much.  Looking back, I remember how much work she put into making Christmas special for us.  Money was always tight, but mama put her special touches into Christmas, making wonderful things for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I felt more in touch with her as I made homemade ornaments and cookies with my girls.  I remembered all the times mama and I spent hours making cookies, candies, angels, and other homemade gifts.  We'd stay up to the wee hours of Christmas morning dipping peanut butter balls and making mints.  It was exhausting, but so fun.  I wouldn't trade that for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mama, I thank you for all the hard work and love you put into Christmas for us as I grew up and even after I was grown.  I hope I can pass on cherished memories like that for my own kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful, memorable Christmas and if you still have a mama around, hug her or call her and let her know how thankful you are for all the love she put into Christmas for you.  God bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-770818980924818752?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/770818980924818752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=770818980924818752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/770818980924818752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/770818980924818752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/remembering-mama.html' title='Remembering Mama'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3003366594797292179</id><published>2008-12-21T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:35:22.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the weekend before Christmas</title><content type='html'>And all through my house....3 kids are stirring and the place is a wreck. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;doesn't rhyme. Oh well. &lt;/em&gt;Here's my weekend in review for your reading pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my house is a wreck and I'm really glad I don't have to host any dinners or parties or anything like that. I honestly don't know when I'll get the time to actually clean. I haven't wrapped anything yet, and I still have 3 recipes to make. Gift baskets to get together. A few more homemade gifts to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the laundry to catch up so I can pack our bags to travel on Christmas Day. And the "three" take so much of my time and energy, it's hard to fit anything extra in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished up some forgotten gifts at Wal-Mart this afternoon. Thought I was going to be ran over. That place was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff's still in the car and we just finished some delivered pizza. But I'm taking "&lt;a href="http://5purposedriven.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/encouragement-for-weary-moms-and-my-day/"&gt;Maggie's&lt;/a&gt;" advice and I'm sitting down drinking some hot tea and blogging for a little rest. Then it's off to laundry and carrying in groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's been good, really, though busy. Last night, we took advantage of "Parents' Night Out" and left all 3 kids at the church with the teenagers and raced off to O'boro to use a restaurant gift card we received. We were not more than 5 minutes from the promised land when my cell phone rang. Zach was screaming his head off and they couldn't calm him. So, back we went, plopped him in the car and it wasn't long at all before he had snubbed himself to sleep. When we finally made it to Olive Garden, he was happy as could be. We enjoyed a rather quick dinner, but at least he was happy and ultra-cute during dinner. He does this cute little thing where he snurls up his nose and blows out of it. It's so funny. The kid better be glad he's cute--that's all I can say! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning at church, Zach and I were blessed to play Mary and baby Jesus for an interpretive dance. No, we didn't dance. Are you kidding? I'm as graceful as a drunk rhinoceros. We sat in the center of the stage as Melanie B. danced around us. Zach did really well. I think he was a little freaked out by the bright lights and dancing but at least he wasn't fussy. That's the first time I've been Mary. I've been an angel and a boy in previous Christmas productions, so I guess I'll add that to my resume :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3003366594797292179?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3003366594797292179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3003366594797292179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3003366594797292179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3003366594797292179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-weekend-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the weekend before Christmas'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4426700618130291552</id><published>2008-12-19T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:00:32.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo, my kitchen's smellin good!</title><content type='html'>I've made two batches of my &lt;a href="http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-sniffles.html"&gt;chocolate chip pumpkin bread&lt;/a&gt; today. This time, I've used two mini loaf pans that make 4 mini loaves each, and each batch fills up both pans nicely, so I'm ending up with 16 mini loaves to give away.  Well, 15 actually. I'm eating one :)  Oh, and I shortened the baking time to 45 minutes for both pans in there.   I'm working on getting gift baskets ready with some homemade gifts to give away. Guess I'll be playing Santa Claus in a couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Y'all were blessed with 2 posts today...aren't ya thrilled?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4426700618130291552?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4426700618130291552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4426700618130291552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4426700618130291552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4426700618130291552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooo-my-kitchens-smellin-good.html' title='Ooo, my kitchen&apos;s smellin good!'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5672855208817980214</id><published>2008-12-19T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:16:22.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just around the corner</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Christmas is just 6 days away.  I'm trying not to freak out trying to finish up all the baking and such.  My poor blog has been terribly neglected, as is my rest and recreation time.  Trying to steadily keep at it so I won't have so much to do early next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Zachary had his 9 month checkup and an HIB shot he was behind on.  Zoe has an ear infection, so I took her along to get checked out and she and Zachary both got a flu shot too while we were there.  She did so well.  Didn't cry at all, though she's spent the morning rubbing her "boo-boo".  I hope she'll do ok with her 4 year old boosters in about a month.  We dropped by Sonic for some milkshakes afterward.  That seemed to help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how quickly these past 9 months have passed.  It seems like yesterday we brought that little guy home, and now he's a big baby, crawling, starting to walk and babble.  If I got nothing else for Christmas, just having these past 9 months with him are enough.  I've so enjoyed watching all my babies grow, and as this year comes to an end, I feel like I'm moving into a new era of simply doing the mommy thing.   And it's ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5672855208817980214?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5672855208817980214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5672855208817980214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5672855208817980214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5672855208817980214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-around-corner.html' title='Just around the corner'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8389011193877414527</id><published>2008-12-11T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:59:52.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ENT visit</title><content type='html'>As if Christmas coming wasn't exciting enough, today I had my first visit with an ENT (ear, nose, throat) doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For several years, I've gotten sinus infections from almost every cold I catch and they go on for weeks at a time.  And I'm very grumpy and irritable for that whole time.  It's not happy times when mama's sick around here.  Every now and then, I give up and go get an antibiotic to clear it up, but inevitably, here it comes around again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided enough was enough.  I'll see if there's something wrong with my anatomy that's making the ick stick around.  Hence, today's visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking in my ears and at my throat, he sprayed an anesthetic nasal spray up my nose and ran a thin little scope all through the nasal passages and sinus areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion for now:  my nose is C-shaped, and my right sinus is not draining properly because of that.  He thought it looked like my nose had been broken in the past.  I know I've always had a crooked nose, but I don't recall it ever being broken.  I was almost a month late being born, so maybe my nose got squished up in the womb or something :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, he sucked some of the ick out with a neat little vacuum thing (they DO have nose vaccuums..now where to get one?) and is sending it off for culture.  He says he'd like to see if he can target some antibiotics specifically for whatever bacteria is lurking in there.  Then, if that doesn't help, I'll be back for a CT scan to see if surgery might be an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the meantime, he wants me to rinse out my nose with a Neti pot or the sinus rinse bottle and see if that will get some relief.  And, then I guess it's back to more antibiotics...sheesh.  Hopefully we'll get the right one this time.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my nose is and upper front teeth are numb from the anesthetic spray.  Wierd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8389011193877414527?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8389011193877414527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8389011193877414527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8389011193877414527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8389011193877414527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-ent-visit.html' title='My first ENT visit'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3756794515727544292</id><published>2008-12-08T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:46:14.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still around, but barely</title><content type='html'>I've not been in a bloggity mood at all, and have really been focusing on other areas lately.  Sorry if you've not seen me around in blog-world for a while.  I'll get back eventually.  For now, some bits to update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is 9 months old today and has taken his first step a couple days ago (we were all present to witness it..he stepped to his daddy!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold is still hanging around and I wish I had a vaccuum cleaner for my nose and sinuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas tree is finally up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our Christmas pics made Saturday, so hopefully they'll be back in time to send out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have a few odds and ends to buy for Christmas, but the shopping's pretty much done.  Still need to bake...gotta hit the grocery this weekend.  And I need to wrap...I hate wrapping :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3756794515727544292?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3756794515727544292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3756794515727544292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3756794515727544292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3756794515727544292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-around-but-barely.html' title='Still around, but barely'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-126685797758056</id><published>2008-12-01T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:30:19.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays?...*sniff*</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over, and Christmas is around the corner.  My annual Christmas shopping is almost done and I'm looking forward to my traditional Christmas cookie baking.  I'm not, however, enjoying my annual cold/sinus problems that seem to put a damper on each holiday season....especially since we have 3 little petri dishes that keep bringin in the germs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm really looking into more preventative, natural measures to tackle these bugs.  One thing I like to avoid unless absolutely necessary is taking antibiotics.  Today's antibiotics are growing less and less effective because of over-use.  Too many doctors are prescribing them for the common cold when the cold really just needs to run its course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my online remedy research today, I ran across this interesting article that sums it up better than I can.  If you can ignore the annoying sidebar links, read it and see why you should probably delay that doctor visit the next time you get a cold.  I'll just sip some more hot tea while you read, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motherjones.com/news/outfront/1998/03/wellbeing.html"&gt;http://www.motherjones.com/news/outfront/1998/03/wellbeing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-126685797758056?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/126685797758056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=126685797758056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/126685797758056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/126685797758056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidayssniff.html' title='Happy Holidays?...*sniff*'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6750275425725920855</id><published>2008-11-23T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:38:56.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>Bryan's brother Roger and his wife Angela are in the process of losing another baby.  This one had been unexpected, yet still eagerly hoped for.  My heart aches for them and I wish there was something I could do to ease their pain and fulfill their dream.  Please pray for God's comfort and peace for them and their family in Tennessee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6750275425725920855?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6750275425725920855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6750275425725920855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6750275425725920855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6750275425725920855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5893289501829392501</id><published>2008-11-18T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:10:49.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all remember Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>In 1846, Sarah Josepha Hale, began writing letters to presidents and publishing essays to establish a national day of thanksgiving.  Ms. Hale was the nation's first female magazine editor and the author of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"...an innovator if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in 1863, Abraham Lincoln declared Thanksgiving a national holiday on the last Thursday of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you go out and about anywhere, especially in retail stores, you'd think Thanksgiving didn't exist.  Everywhere I go, Christmas music is playing loudly, Christmas trees are all aglow, Christmas decorations, clothes, and sales are everywhere!!  And it all started even before Halloween was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a travesty that Ms. Hale's dedication and hard work in establishing a national day of thanks is becoming more overlooked each year.  Where is Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, refuse to listen to Christmas music or put up any decorations until Thanksgiving is over....well over....like well into December over.  I'm tired of all the commercialism that Christmas brings around every year--so much so that it's wiping out Thanksgiving.  What's next?  A Christmasy 4th of July? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else miffed by this?  If so, join with me and the late Sarah Hale and let's bring back Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5893289501829392501?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5893289501829392501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5893289501829392501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5893289501829392501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5893289501829392501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/11/yall-remember-thanksgiving.html' title='Y&apos;all remember Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-438335344048410758</id><published>2008-11-11T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:34:03.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a choice?</title><content type='html'>Here's another discussion topic for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've heard a lot about the issue of *gay marriage` in this election year (I'll use asterisks to help keep the spammers away).  First of all, is *homosexuality` a choice?  I know that who you ultimately decide to have a relationship with is a choice, but is the feeling a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few *gay` coworkers and friends over the years.  Some I would say have been&lt;br /&gt;"obvious" and some have not.  Could it be that some people are born with a tendency to gravitate toward the same gender? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've seen some documentaries about people who claim to be "trans-gendered", that is born physically one gender, yet mentally are a different gender.  What is your take on this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how it must feel to either be attracted to the same gender or feel like a different gender altogether.  It can't be easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder too...should *gay` couples have any couples' rights together, like common-law marriage, etc?  Let the thoughts roll in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-438335344048410758?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/438335344048410758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=438335344048410758' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/438335344048410758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/438335344048410758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-choice.html' title='Is it a choice?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2135339998059153951</id><published>2008-11-06T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:17:00.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The sky is falling!"</title><content type='html'>I'm not a politcal girl.  I don't debate on politics...or religion for that matter.  Always ends up in vicious cycles of finger-pointing and judging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the e-mails are still coming now about how Obama is the Anti-Christ (or insert other scary term here).  I'm hearing apocolyptic whisperings passing between people as I'm out and about.  Haven't watched "The 700 Club" yet, but I'm sure there's some doom and gloom going on there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not debate the politics, but will someone please enlighten me as to why electing Barack Obama as president is signaling the end of the world?  I have a feeling the same fears have arisen as other world leaders have come into power (remember Hitler?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like him or not, I feel like we should be in prayer and support of our new president and administration.  It is our duty to pray for their wisdom and leadership.  Enough with the "sky is falling" warnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post your thoughts.  This is another of my posts about controversial topics.  Any and all thoughts are welcomed, but will be screened of course :)  Post away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2135339998059153951?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2135339998059153951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2135339998059153951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2135339998059153951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2135339998059153951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/11/sky-is-falling.html' title='&quot;The sky is falling!&quot;'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7139067582348274214</id><published>2008-10-30T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:39:41.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts and aliens?</title><content type='html'>I just had a hair-brained idea to come out of blog hiatus briefly and do some quick posts on controversial subjects that I think about from time to time.   No real rambling on my part, as I'll see if I can fish in some comments from all of you to see your thoughts on the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's Halloween, what are your thoughts on the existence (or lack of) ghosts and aliens, and why not throw in lesser talked about guys like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, my thoughts:  Really not sure about the whole ghost thing.  I do believe people experience paranormal stuff, but not sure about the source.  Is it psychic energy, hallucinations, demons, angels, over-active imaginations or is Uncle Bob really sticking around for whatever reason? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for aliens, I am open to the idea that more life could be out there in the universe.  It's a big universe, and God has every right to put life anywhere He wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Bigfoot and other mythical beasts, people are going to have to show me real proof of actual bodies or DNA or something before I buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7139067582348274214?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7139067582348274214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7139067582348274214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7139067582348274214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7139067582348274214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghosts-and-aliens.html' title='Ghosts and aliens?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6262330090833517199</id><published>2008-10-15T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:12:07.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a funk</title><content type='html'>I've been in a funk for a while.  That's the only way I know to name it.  I'm feeling halfway depressed, very low on energy and motivation, and just overwhelmed by life's daily tasks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if part of it is my cycles trying to come back since I stopped birth control after Bryan's "procedure" back in July.  Could also be lack of sleep since Zach is still waking up at night--so far, he's been the worst sleeper of the three.  Mostly, it's probably the demands of mothering three small ones that still need so much attention from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I just want to pull the covers up and not come out.  Somebody's needing something all the time.  It seems hardly a minute goes by that I'm not doing something for one of my little people:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I know how quickly they're growing up and I feel bad for feeling bad--don't ya love mother's guilt?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm going to take a hiatus from blogging and try to focus more attention on the necessary.  I'll peep in on you fellow bloggers here and there.  Hope you don't miss me too much! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6262330090833517199?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6262330090833517199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6262330090833517199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6262330090833517199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6262330090833517199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-funk.html' title='In a funk'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1189774992496383991</id><published>2008-10-09T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:24:57.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and sad</title><content type='html'>Today, I took the girls to the dentist for their checkup.  No cavities!  Yay!  We got some drinks at Sonic and went back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is 7 months old as of yesterday and is working on his 6th tooth.  He is crawling all over, so now I've gotten out the playpen as a temporary fixture in the living room, since he can get away pretty quickly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today....my mom passed away 5 years ago from lung cancer.  It's hard to believe it's been that long already.  I miss her still so much, that sometimes I think about calling her and remember she's not there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smoke, there are a lot of resources out there to help you quit.  Do yourselves and your loved ones a favor and stay around a few more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1189774992496383991?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1189774992496383991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1189774992496383991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1189774992496383991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1189774992496383991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-and-sad.html' title='Happy and sad'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1700222176408333156</id><published>2008-10-08T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:50:28.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wierdness</title><content type='html'>I've traded in two kids for two more :)  While my girls are visiting my in-laws for fall break, I'm watching our friends' kids for them.  Zach's here in his playpen having a blast watching them play while he chews on his toys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your entertainment pleasure while I have my hands full today, watch this and elect a new president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=370743&amp;altf=Njtuz&amp;altl=Cblfs"&gt;New Presidential Candidate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1700222176408333156?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1700222176408333156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1700222176408333156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1700222176408333156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1700222176408333156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-wierdness.html' title='Wednesday Wierdness'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-6474946577990631872</id><published>2008-10-06T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:17:41.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 10</title><content type='html'>Last night, we were invited to visit Yellow Creek Baptist Church in Owensboro.  The worship choir presented their "Top 10" songs of the year, based on the votes of the choir's favorites.  All I can say is, "Wow!"  What a great time of worship! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just came in from a really nice weekend visit with Bryan's family and barely made it on time, and I had a really bad sinus thing going on, but I'm so glad we went.  It was like refreshment for my soul! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own favorite of the night was voted number 6, I believe, so I thought I'd share it with you here.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=da0e2aca778051d776f1" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-6474946577990631872?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6474946577990631872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=6474946577990631872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6474946577990631872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/6474946577990631872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-10.html' title='The Top 10'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-475965607988415409</id><published>2008-09-28T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:27:15.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty's financial bailout plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take all the properties, cars, stocks, timeshares, golf club memberships, etc from all the Wall Street executives who have made millions upon millions while letting their companies fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liquidate all the assets and put them back into the companies to revive them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave them with one modest house, two modest cars, and a modest retirement savings.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How hard is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just sayin....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-475965607988415409?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/475965607988415409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=475965607988415409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/475965607988415409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/475965607988415409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/mistys-financial-bailout-plan.html' title='Misty&apos;s financial bailout plan'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-860847308847231831</id><published>2008-09-25T08:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:48:51.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I keep going every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIj0I5LAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/R-13iCedtDQ/s1600-h/IMG_3797+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249939939503188994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIj0I5LAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/R-13iCedtDQ/s200/IMG_3797+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIX8ScI2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaPWNlGOpDw/s1600-h/IMG_3846+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249939735532282722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIX8ScI2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZaPWNlGOpDw/s200/IMG_3846+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIe9U4lRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YHorkSYpwkk/s1600-h/IMG_3814+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249939856070055186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIe9U4lRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YHorkSYpwkk/s200/IMG_3814+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish their innocence, their unconditional love, their wonder and excitement they show each day. They don't hold grudges or resentment. Their laughs are pure joy--every emotion they show is pure and true. They have more faith than I do most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus said, "&lt;em&gt;I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 18:3)&lt;/em&gt;, He couldn't have been more right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They believe and trust undoubtingly. I wish they could never see my own doubt, anger, and disbelief. I wish I could shield them from all the ugliness of this world, but I must send them out in it. I pray that we can guide them toward Jesus, then know that He is guiding them through their lives, each step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-860847308847231831?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/860847308847231831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=860847308847231831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/860847308847231831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/860847308847231831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-keep-going-every-day.html' title='Why I keep going every day'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SNuIj0I5LAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/R-13iCedtDQ/s72-c/IMG_3797+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-9122007677071731409</id><published>2008-09-23T20:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:21:20.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I will teach my kids, but wish I didn't have to</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is not fair and never will be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers the way we want Him to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people you love the most will hurt you the most.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can never please everyone, no matter how hard you try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you must choose to forgive, even when no one has apologized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People you love will die unexpectedly, before their "time", and you must move on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you make a mistake, don't let it eat you up inside. Brush yourself off, make amends if you can, learn from it, and move on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time flies by even faster as you get older, even though it seems to drag on when you're a kid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug more, love more, give more...you never know how long you've got to show people you love them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The greatest gift you can ever receive is the salvation of Jesus Christ offered to you by grace alone from God.  If you choose to receive this gift, use it wisely by doing your best to live it out every day in all you do.  (&lt;em&gt;Wait...now this one I &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;them to learn!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-9122007677071731409?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/9122007677071731409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=9122007677071731409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9122007677071731409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/9122007677071731409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-will-teach-my-kids-but-wish-i.html' title='Things I will teach my kids, but wish I didn&apos;t have to'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8742272549266527800</id><published>2008-09-23T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:46:15.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some verses that came to mind</title><content type='html'>Psalm 1&lt;br /&gt;1 Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers.&lt;br /&gt;2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night.&lt;br /&gt;3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.&lt;br /&gt;4 Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away.&lt;br /&gt;5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.&lt;br /&gt;6 For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;3 though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8&lt;br /&gt;12 Therefore, brothers, we have an obligation—but it is not to the sinful nature, to live according to it. 13 For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live, 14 because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." 16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. 17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 12&lt;br /&gt;30 "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' 31 The second is this: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Love your neighbor as yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.' There is no commandment greater than these."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8742272549266527800?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8742272549266527800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8742272549266527800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8742272549266527800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8742272549266527800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-verses-that-came-to-mind.html' title='Some verses that came to mind'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4749429903090611780</id><published>2008-09-23T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:31:27.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let it be known....</title><content type='html'>I moderate all comments made on this blog.  If you make comments that are rude, inappropriate, or just plain mean, I will reject it and no one else will view your ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an issue with me, my family, or this blog, please post a mature, intelligent-sounding comment or send me an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4749429903090611780?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4749429903090611780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4749429903090611780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4749429903090611780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4749429903090611780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-to-let-it-be-known.html' title='Just to let it be known....'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5491225151102713902</id><published>2008-09-22T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:56:23.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Ways Blogging has Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://5purposedriven.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with this little thinker of an activity. I'm not sure I can come up with 5 things, but I'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging is like therapy to me in some ways. It allows me to put down thoughts and ideas in a concrete format. I tend to have a hundred things going on in my head at once and blogging out some of it takes off some stress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging has allowed me to meet people in other parts of the country that I never would have met otherwise. I feel honored to be able to interact with my "blog friends", as I call them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learn a lot from my "blog friends", and I often am inspired, humored, humbled, or made wiser from their posts. Very often I take away just what I needed that day from a post, whether it be a laugh, a quote, or whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging keeps me in touch with friends and family that live far away. We have no family nearby, so it's a great way to share pictures of our kiddos and relate stories of our family events.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm, well, I guess it helps &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;remember special times in our lives, like when we had our ultrasound of Zachary. I printed that blog page out to put in his baby book. I love making headers with updated pics of our kids so I can see them changing over time as I blog. Like "Maggie" said, it's a way to celebrate and remember, for me and all who visit my blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Edit--I was supposed to tag people for this.  Ok, let's see if Joni and Jules can jump in.  I think "Maggie" tagged all the rest already.  If not, consider yourself tagged if you're a blogger!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5491225151102713902?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5491225151102713902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5491225151102713902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5491225151102713902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5491225151102713902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-ways-blogging-has-changed-my-life.html' title='Five Ways Blogging has Changed My Life'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2502810299467108785</id><published>2008-09-22T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:24:50.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall....change is in the air</title><content type='html'>Today was the first official day of fall. Change of seasons is coming, both in climate and in life. To simplify, I'll make a short list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan has lost 20 pounds already since the surgery on Sept. 8. He'll be a new man in a few months. Not sure how we'll both deal with that...might feel wierd for a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zachary is 6 months old and has 2 teeth already, 2 more coming in, is sitting up by himself, crawling, and really playing with his toys. My little newborn is already grown into a big baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm back into my skinny jeans. Yay! I've still got a few pounds to lose and much more firming up to do before I'll be satisfied. I am happy, however, to have accomplished that goal. I attribute it to more simple meals of less refined foods--more whole grains, fruits, veggies, etc and less intake of sweets and most of all...nursing! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our local MOPS group is underway. We have a way to go before we all feel comfortable and into the swing of things, but it's exciting to anticipate the journey ahead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan's brother and sis-in-law are expecting again, rather unexpectedly. They've already suffered through some terrible losses, so we are praying that God will protect this little life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all my brain can come up with right now. I'm sure there is something else, but it'll have to wait until I have better thinking capacity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2502810299467108785?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2502810299467108785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2502810299467108785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2502810299467108785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2502810299467108785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/fallchange-is-in-air.html' title='Fall....change is in the air'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3761250981317541794</id><published>2008-09-18T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:29:25.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan's first post-op checkup</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day.  We had to be in Nashville at 9:30, and that meant me up at 5 am to get kids ready and off to where they needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan is doing great according to the doctor.  The pains he's been having in his side are normal pulling of the muscles that were cut during the surgery.  He's lost 14 pounds already from the surgery, though he's more than ready to stop the liquid diet and start real food again.  It'll be blended/soft food for the next week or so, then on to small portions of healthy food, primarily protein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, we made a detour to visit the &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"&gt;Whole Foods Market&lt;/a&gt; in Nashville.  If you've never been to one of those stores, make it a point to visit one.  They're in bigger cities like Louisville and Nashville, so while you're there, find one.  You'll be amazed by the huge variety of veggies, fruits, meat, seafood, cheese, and all sorts of things I've never seen before or had heard of but can't find in a regular store.  I don't think the average American could ever make it their primary grocery store, since most of the items are specialty things, therefore pricey.  However, the selections they shared with regular grocery stores were comparable or even cheaper.  I was able to come out with some nice finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some new grains to try:  quinoa (pronounced &lt;em&gt;keen-wa)&lt;/em&gt;, millet, and lentils (which I think are actually a bean). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a container of shelled, unsalted roasted pumpkin seeds, which are supposed to be high in zinc and good for libido :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Rachael Ray's advice, I bought a tube of tomato paste, which is great for recipes using only a tbsp or so--you squeeze out a little and keep the rest in the fridge until you need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make mama happy, a bottle of water and a bar of organic dark chocolate to snack on every now and then.  I also got the girls a little bag of apple chips that they devoured as soon as I got them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed all the samples they had out too...cheese, salmon salad, pita chips, snap pea chips, and apples.  You could eat your lunch in there.  I thought Bryan was going to drool over all the varieties of cheese.  He bought a package of low-fat cheese to try in a few days.  I really wish I'd have had my camera to take pics of all the colorful spreads of foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny...I never thought me in a health foods store would be like a kid in a candy store :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3761250981317541794?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3761250981317541794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3761250981317541794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3761250981317541794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3761250981317541794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/bryans-first-post-op-checkup.html' title='Bryan&apos;s first post-op checkup'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3372018332421137849</id><published>2008-09-14T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:13:10.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word for the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persevere-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.to persist in speech, interrogation, argument, etc.; insist. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.to bolster, sustain, or uphold:&lt;/em&gt; (example)--unflagging faith that had &lt;strong&gt;persevered&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church this morning, Bro. Ray talked about how we should persevere as Christians to grow into maturity in our faith, from simple believers to mature apostles, capable of training others in ministry.  I had already had this word in my mind this week and planned to blog on it's meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've struggled to persevere in my personal life.  I love my family and love (and live) to serve them.  However, I don't always do so with grace and patience.  Sometimes it wears pretty thin.  Yet, I have felt God pushing me to persevere, to keep going, despite the fatigue and pressure.  To let go of the nagging thoughts of negativity, guilt, and selfishness when I do lose my grace, and just "keep on keeping on", as Bro. Ray put it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to also continue to grow in my Christian walk, setting a good example for my children to follow, then beginning to branch out to serve, then train others in their walk.  I'm not there yet, but with Christ's strength, I'm &lt;em&gt;persevering!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3372018332421137849?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3372018332421137849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3372018332421137849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3372018332421137849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3372018332421137849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-for-week.html' title='Word for the week'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2840272050089591632</id><published>2008-09-11T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:41:34.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday and all's well</title><content type='html'>Except I'm sleepy.  But other than that, Bryan's doing well.  The pain meds are helping a lot.  He's been doing well with his liquids and protein supplements.  The gas from surgery is coming out and that's been interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Zoe to her grandparents' tea party at preschool today.  Since she had no grandparents nearby, I filled in.  We had to wear silly hats, though Zoe's was an old Easter hat, so more pretty than silly.  I wore my old floppy garden/beach hat, while Zachary donned a "Here Comes Trouble" cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite with the program, though.  We arrived a little late, and I grabbed a plate of cookies and some punch as we came in.  Zoe and I were eating away, when I realized no one else had gotten any yet.  Then, the preschool kids came marching in, and I realized I was supposed to drop Zoe off in her classroom, so they could all come in together.  Oh well.  At least they all sang together on the little stage in the fellowship hall.  Forgot my camera though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, catching up on some laundry.  Will probably do some cleaning.  Want to take a nap.  We'll see what actually happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2840272050089591632?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2840272050089591632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2840272050089591632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2840272050089591632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2840272050089591632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-and-alls-well.html' title='Thursday and all&apos;s well'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3265602261233116055</id><published>2008-09-10T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:28:16.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last</title><content type='html'>I picked up Bryan from Nashville today.  We got home around 3 pm.  Poor guy was in a lot of pain because the nurse didn't get around to giving him his last dose of pain meds before he left, and he didn't realize how much he'd be hurting by the time we got home.  Around Hopkinsville, he really started hurting worse, and by the time we got home, it was really bad.  I rushed off to Rite Aid to get his prescription, and luckily it's taking the edge off now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, he seems to be doing well.  He may recline in the couch recliner tonight instead of the bed, so I may sleep in here with him.  I'm exhausted.  I think I could sleep about anywhere at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to drive him down there again next Thurs for his follow-up, but after that, I'm done with him :)  Well, driving him to and from Nashville, at least.  Hopefully, he'll continue to make good progress in the coming weeks.  Thanks for all the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3265602261233116055?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3265602261233116055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3265602261233116055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3265602261233116055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3265602261233116055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-3061026123221975999</id><published>2008-09-09T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:26:54.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Bryan</title><content type='html'>He's doing well.  The surgery went very smoothly and he's recovering fantastically.  He'll still be in the hospital in Nashville for another night or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left here Sunday night and arrived in the hotel in Nashville about 10 pm, and were up at 4:15 am yesterday to get to the hospital by 5:30 am.  He was in surgery at 8:00 am and out about 10:30, and got to his room about noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor arrived there at 6:00 am and stayed with me and Zachary there until we heard that Bryan had come through ok.  Thanks Bro. Ray!  He really helped me keep Zach happy, and that made me happy!  It's such a blessing to have such loving church leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks as well to "Maggie" and family for keeping Megan Sunday night and getting her to school and picking her up.  And for the pizza they shared with us when I stopped to get her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brian, Melissa, and kids for keeping Zoe too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in with the kiddos about 7:45 pm last night, put them all down to bed, called to check in on Bryan, and hit the hay.  I was exhausted.  I'm just now waking up a bit.  I slept a bit after I got Meg on the bus, before I had to take Zoe to pre-K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's doing well this morning.  Sounds much less groggy.  Hoping I can pick him up tomorrow, but I'll keep you posted.  Thanks for praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-3061026123221975999?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3061026123221975999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=3061026123221975999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3061026123221975999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/3061026123221975999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-bryan.html' title='Update on Bryan'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7147406319635370432</id><published>2008-09-07T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:41:52.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night before surgery</title><content type='html'>And I'm nervous.  Not as much about the surgery as much as the traveling by myself with baby tomorrow night coming back home, and with baby again to pick him up later in the week.  And about how he's going to feel after he's home, and how I'm going to handle taking care of 3 little kids and my one "big kid".  I think I'll ask his doctor for some extra drugs for me.  :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to drop off the girls here in about 20 minutes with "Maggie" and Melissa for the night.  It feels wierd taking them to separate places.  They've never spent the night anywhere other than home and nana's, and have only been separated once, when Zachary was born.  Hoping they'll enjoy and sleep well.  They seem excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Bryan in prayer for a smooth surgery and speedy recovery.  Things will be a lot different after tomorrow.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7147406319635370432?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7147406319635370432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7147406319635370432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7147406319635370432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7147406319635370432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-before-surgery.html' title='Night before surgery'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7500604479587841951</id><published>2008-09-06T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:37:25.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>A dear local family and fellow church members have just lost their little 3 year old son this afternoon.  He was born with hydrocephalus (water on the brain) and had been through too many surgeries to count.  He finally is as peace now, but I can't imagine what his family is going through. Please lift them up in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7500604479587841951?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7500604479587841951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7500604479587841951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7500604479587841951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7500604479587841951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8934865564204257058</id><published>2008-09-04T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:52:52.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To sum up how I'm feeling</title><content type='html'>Susan hit the nail on the head with &lt;a href="http://parsonsfive.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-power.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  Read on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8934865564204257058?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8934865564204257058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8934865564204257058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8934865564204257058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8934865564204257058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-sum-up-how-im-feeling.html' title='To sum up how I&apos;m feeling'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8982367887676216369</id><published>2008-08-28T09:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:16:36.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Zachary pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLalAMY3dyI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5qpJGBYUfO8/s1600-h/IMG_3134-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLakqKf2VkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IrJS-d2EELo/s1600-h/IMG_3079-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239556260771550786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLakqKf2VkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IrJS-d2EELo/s400/IMG_3079-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLakvmFquOI/AAAAAAAAAys/pNeI2kS9cf4/s1600-h/IMG_3082-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239556354077276386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLakvmFquOI/AAAAAAAAAys/pNeI2kS9cf4/s200/IMG_3082-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239556451386996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLak1QmHNjI/AAAAAAAAAy0/RcpTTlfRvLY/s200/IMG_3101-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLalFQU_aiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0JHfSOgn1zk/s1600-h/IMG_3134-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239556726193089058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLalFQU_aiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0JHfSOgn1zk/s400/IMG_3134-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8982367887676216369?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8982367887676216369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8982367887676216369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8982367887676216369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8982367887676216369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-zachary-pics.html' title='More Zachary pics'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SLakqKf2VkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IrJS-d2EELo/s72-c/IMG_3079-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5540436914944495050</id><published>2008-08-26T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:55:35.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back but taking the day off</title><content type='html'>We got back last night from Ohio and picked up the girls from my in-laws in Elizabethtown.  Today, my throat hurts and I feel slightly feverish and just blah.  I decided, even though I have piles of stuff that needs doing, that I'm giving myself the day off, apart from basic childcare.  I just needed to give me that grace today.  Piles of chores stress me out, but when I'm under the weather, sometimes I just need a break.  The piles will still be here tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5540436914944495050?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5540436914944495050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5540436914944495050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5540436914944495050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5540436914944495050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-but-taking-day-off.html' title='Back but taking the day off'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8008392947415388943</id><published>2008-08-24T16:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:26:47.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Ohio</title><content type='html'>We're here at the TA Nationals, where it's hot as....well, it's hot! But, being in the winner's circle this year and having a hotel room right here has its advantages. I've been staying inside with Zachary a lot during the hot hours, only going out briefly to see some cars, shine ours up a bit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a great note, he seems to be all better from the virus he came down with earlier in the week. Last night, we were able to enjoy the cruise-in to nearby Tipp City, where we ate at the Coldwater Cafe (awesome place...see &lt;a href="http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-big-weekend.html"&gt;my post from last year about it&lt;/a&gt;), browsed the craft/artist shops in the old hotel store, and bought some stuff for the girls in the little toy store there. Zachary did very well all night there and was amazed by the toy store. I put him in his sling facing outward and he tried to grab at everything we passed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan, unfortunately, developed a mild version of the virus with fever and sore throat, but Nana has fixed her all up and she's much better today, I hear. My own throat has been a bit sore today. Families share everything, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting Zach take a quick nap before the closing awards that start soon. Eating a few cookies, sitting in the A/C, blogging on Bryan's laptop, while watching The Two Towers on the hotel cable. Lovin this little mini-vacation. Tomorrow, we head back home. I'll catch up with you all then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8008392947415388943?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8008392947415388943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8008392947415388943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8008392947415388943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8008392947415388943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-from-ohio.html' title='Update from Ohio'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2482581724062454371</id><published>2008-08-21T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:26:39.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DeLiRiOuS</title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;Update*:  If a kid's going to catch something, it's going to be before you travel with them :(  Zachary did not have an ear infection.  Instead, he has Coxsackie virus, commonly known as "hand, foot, and mouth" disease.  Sounds like some farm animal illness, I know.  It's actually quite common in young children, especially in the summer and fall.  It causes blistering in the mouth, and often around the hands and feet.  Zachary had lots of blisters in the back of his mouth and a couple on his tongue, and little rashy stuff on his arms.   Megan had it when she was about 4, I think.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing we can do is give him Tylenol and Ibuprofen for discomfort and fever spikes, nurse him often, and wait it out.  It usually lasts around 5 days.  So...glad we're in the winner's circle this year at the show so I won't have to clean the car, but afraid Zachary's going to be miserable on the trip.  At least we're right there at the hotel, so I can lay him down when I need to.  *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me today. I might have gotten 3 hours sleep last night. Zachary's 2nd tooth broke through Monday and yesterday, fever started. Got kinda high last night at bedtime, so really had to keep alternating the Tylenol and Acetaminophen through the night. I kept him in his bassinet just so I could check on him more easily. I'm a tired mama today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just to kick me when I'm down, I have a horrendous headache that started sometime around 1 am. Tylenol and Ibuprofen aren't cutting it. But if I take anything stronger, I'll be down for the count and the kids will mutiny or something. I'll have to deal. This too will pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to take him in to Dr. Billie just to rule out ear infection or whatever. I'm sure it's just the teeth, but since we're heading out of town tomorrow (lovely timing as always), I want to rule out infecction before we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me any hard questions today. I won't be coherent enough to answer. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2482581724062454371?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2482581724062454371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2482581724062454371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2482581724062454371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2482581724062454371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/delirious.html' title='DeLiRiOuS'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8469562914914583801</id><published>2008-08-20T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:47:28.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Got this from Kim's blog (Sing Me Home)  Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his name? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more sweets? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, definitely me.  He's more a meat and potatoes guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He did, and I was a little too scared to (we were 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me…though not in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am (it’s my blog and I’ll be smarter if I want--Amen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, but he'll throw a load in now and then to help out...or when I've forgot to wash his underwear or towels :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He does.  I hate yard work.  I figure I do 99% of the housework, so he can handle the outside....and he does a GREAT job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usually me, but he can really cook a good meal when he wants to...mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drives? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bryan....but I've got a stubborn streak now and then ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well....I guess I did, but he asked me to....there's controversy around this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He did on his scientific calculator in our Calculus class.  We were so nerdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He did in my college dorm room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He does (he has 2, and I have 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Umm, we both wear pants...isn't it illegal not to? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now…what about your hubby?????  Play along if you wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8469562914914583801?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8469562914914583801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8469562914914583801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8469562914914583801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8469562914914583801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hubby.html' title='My Hubby'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7405619879367121044</id><published>2008-08-19T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:56:31.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Trans Am Nationals coming up again this weekend.  Seems like it came up fast.  But looking forward to being in the winner's circle this year, instead of cooped up inside the car, cleaning every nook and cranny.  We're taking the baby, have a room right there at the airport hotel, so I can take him in to nurse and for naps.  Looking forward to quality time with my man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying really hard to incorporate walking a few days a week after I drop off Zoe at preschool.  Motivation is really lacking, but once I get out there, I feel better.  Now, the last leg of the walk is when I start to regret it as I pant my way up the last hill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, trying to keep eating under control.  I've eliminated (mostly by myself unforunately) all the cookies and ice cream in the house right now, and don't plan on buying any more any time soon.  Trying to muster up the willpower to not eat anything after supper the rest of the week unless I'm just REALLY hungry, and then, only a bowl of Cheerios with skim milk.  At least that's the intention anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering changing routines.  Since both girls are in school (1st grade and Pre-K), we've had to change routines from summer laid-backness to a more disciplined schedule.  My body and mind are rebelling something awful, especially since Zachary is teething and unpredictable in his sleeping habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is change hard for you?  Do you often think back to past routines or habits, and remorsefully say, "I used to..."  Do you think like that about your loved ones too?  About things they "used to" do or like, but don't do anymore?  Sometimes it's hard to accept how people change as they get older and they adapt to circumstances.  So, I like to try to keep my focus on my Rock, the One who never changes, who is always the same, no matter how much my life shifts.  I try to keep my eyes on Jesus, who keeps me steady when I don't have the will to do it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7405619879367121044?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7405619879367121044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7405619879367121044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7405619879367121044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7405619879367121044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7703741002842942564</id><published>2008-08-15T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:10:49.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my blog friends</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been commenting on your blogs the last couple weeks.  The start of school has kind of threw off my day, and I'm getting busy planning for our new MOPS group and trying to hunt down donations for door prizes and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just caught up on Bloglines briefly, and hopefully next week, I'll be back to my regular, wisdom-filled, witty, can't miss comments :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7703741002842942564?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7703741002842942564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7703741002842942564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7703741002842942564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7703741002842942564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-blog-friends.html' title='To my blog friends'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7483237760268294151</id><published>2008-08-13T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:09:00.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned from living in Kentucky</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my Aunt Lu for these!  &lt;em&gt;Plus my own comments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;2.There are 5,000 types of snakes on earth and 4,998 live in  Kentucky &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Has anyone seen those snake shows on tv--they're all in Austrailia--I'm never going there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 live in  Kentucky , plus a couple no one's seen before. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Again, Austrailia for the win!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If it grows, it sticks; if it crawls, it bites.&lt;br /&gt;5.Onced and Twiced are words.&lt;br /&gt;6.It is not a shopping cart; it is a buggy.&lt;br /&gt;7.People actually grow and eat okra.&lt;br /&gt;8. 'Fixinto' is one word.&lt;br /&gt;9.There is no such thing as 'lunch.' There is only dinner and then supper.&lt;br /&gt;10.Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Hubby and I are the weirdos around here--we both like unsweetened tea *gasp*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Backwards and forwards means 'I know everything about you.'&lt;br /&gt;12.DJeet is actually a phrase meaning 'Did you eat?'&lt;br /&gt;13. You don't have to wear a watch because it doesn't matter what time it is. You work until you're done or it's too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;14.You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH them.&lt;br /&gt;15.You measure distance in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;16.You'll probably have to switch from 'heat' to 'A/C' in the same day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I've really done this several times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.'Fix' is a verb. Example: 'I'm fixing to go to the store.'&lt;br /&gt;18.All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Let's see: Apple Festival, Bell Pepper Festival, Ham Days....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Nope, not me--I lock every door and window in the house, even the storm doors.  That's just crazy to leave them open nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.You carry jumper cables in your car . . . for your OWN car.&lt;br /&gt;21.There are only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco and ketchup. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'd also add barbeque sauce and honey mustard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local gossip and sports.&lt;br /&gt;23.The first day of deer season is a national holiday. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(An unnamed local boy was once surprised to find out that my hubby "don't hunt nothin")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.100 degrees Fahrenheit is 'a little warm.'&lt;br /&gt;25.We have four seasons: Almost Summer, Summer, still Summer and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;26.Going to Wal-mart is a favorite past time known as 'goin' Wal-martin' or off to 'Wally World.' 27.A cool snap (below 70 degrees) is good pinto-bean weather.&lt;br /&gt;28.A carbonated soft drink isn't a soda, cola or pop. . . . it's a Coke, regardless of brand or flavor. Example: 'What kinda coke you want?' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Hubby makes fun of me all the time--I call it soda.  Coke is a BRAND!  Don't know what all the fuss is about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Fried catfish is the other white meat.&lt;br /&gt;30.We don't need no stinking driver's ed . . . if our mama says we can drive, we can drive. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Actually my dad said I could drive; my mama was always too terrified to ride with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7483237760268294151?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7483237760268294151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7483237760268294151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7483237760268294151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7483237760268294151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-ive-learned-from-living-in.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned from living in Kentucky'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-9046057575480968634</id><published>2008-08-11T12:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:00:04.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe's first day of preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SKBvX0hu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_z-1hEUhQ7I/s1600-h/IMG_3660+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305222032316818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SKBvX0hu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_z-1hEUhQ7I/s200/IMG_3660+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little baby girl is ready for this. She reminded me so much of Megan this morning when we snapped these shots.  I had total deja vu as we dropped her off and picked her back up today.  But, she did well, and it'll be nice to have a break for 4 days a week.  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The late Heath Ledger's performance of the Joker was definitely Oscar-worthy.  The only beef I had with the movie was that when "Bruce Wayne", as portrayed by actor Christian Bale, became "Batman", he no longer spoke like a human being.  Quite hard to understand, actually.  To illustrate, here's a great spoof video hubby found on YouTube.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5297552766488353287?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5297552766488353287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5297552766488353287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5297552766488353287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5297552766488353287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knightjust-one-problem.html' title='The Dark Knight....just one problem'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2183008052685694635</id><published>2008-08-05T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:39:52.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bother</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago, I found that someone had sent out a bunch of spam e-mails with my e-mail address.  Today, I found that my whole Yahoo address book list was deleted.  *grrrr* I'm hoping there was no sensitive information that could have been seen.  I try to keep all e-mail clear of that sort of thing, but my inbox had gotten quite full (over 1000 messages).  I went through today and deleted them all, and saved e-mail addys as I could find them.  I'm still missing several though, so if you happen to read and have the time, shoot me an e-mail so I can save your address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happened to get any spam from me a couple days ago, that wasn't me, but sorry anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2183008052685694635?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2183008052685694635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2183008052685694635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2183008052685694635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2183008052685694635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-bother.html' title='Oh bother'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1921119929048835374</id><published>2008-08-05T09:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:48:46.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And off she goes...</title><content type='html'>We took Meg to first grade this morning. Zoe, Zachary (in his sling) and I sat with Meg and one of her friends in the gym and got both girls to their classes as each grade was called out. Meg clung to me a bit in her classroom, but finally found a seat with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe didn't want to hug her goodbye (I think because she didn't want to &lt;em&gt;say &lt;/em&gt;goodbye). Later, walking to the car, Zoe said, "I don't want my sisser to weave." I said, "I know, me neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back home to some coffee and blog time. It seems like the summer was so short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1921119929048835374?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1921119929048835374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1921119929048835374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1921119929048835374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1921119929048835374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-off-she-goes.html' title='And off she goes...'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5396753119949000495</id><published>2008-08-04T14:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:04:59.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day before school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdOO5_RxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dOzfdnF_W7M/s1600-h/IMG_3620+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230735510205482562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdOO5_RxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dOzfdnF_W7M/s200/IMG_3620+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the last day before school starts.  Thought I'd share some pics of my kiddos that I've enjoyed this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, Zoe was our little cowgirl in her PJ's--how sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdOEVftFEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Dy4nZVDn37w/s1600-h/IMG_3626+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230735328610686018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdOEVftFEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Dy4nZVDn37w/s200/IMG_3626+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zachary loves his new exersaucer and chews on everything he can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdL-SanwOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/DiXCmAwTSNs/s1600-h/IMG_3627+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230733025681588450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdL-SanwOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/DiXCmAwTSNs/s200/IMG_3627+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  Who doesn't like to chew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdL20jINGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4e_Fbbgwzpc/s1600-h/IMG_3648+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732897405121634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdL20jINGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/4e_Fbbgwzpc/s200/IMG_3648+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night's supper of baby food carrots--looks pretty satisfied, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLxEgPLvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/iGwQQO-e-W4/s1600-h/IMG_3650+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732798608748274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLxEgPLvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/iGwQQO-e-W4/s200/IMG_3650+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning, after he ate about 5:30 am, he slept in until almost 10 am, bottom up in the air, hands under him, mouth hanging open--now &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s1600-h/IMG_3655+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230732687012623026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s200/IMG_3655+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning project--the girls and I made jewelry from some of the several kits Meg got for her birthday.  Meg took this pic of me with the earrings and necklace she made for me.  She was very proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also made cookies together today and I let them play outside while I mowed around my blueberry bushes.  The weeds were about to overtake them.  I pulled up the rest of the weeds and now it looks good around there.  Now that I've cooled off, have Zach down for a nap and the girls settled with some video games, I'm hitting the shower.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s1600-h/IMG_3655+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s1600-h/IMG_3655+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s1600-h/IMG_3655+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdLqkxpcrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Kf0oDHBqV0k/s1600-h/IMG_3655+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-5396753119949000495?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5396753119949000495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5396753119949000495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5396753119949000495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5396753119949000495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-before-school.html' title='Last day before school'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SJdOO5_RxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/dOzfdnF_W7M/s72-c/IMG_3620+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4356297107563066645</id><published>2008-08-01T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:16:01.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, we head to BG to meet my in-laws and pick up our girls, who've been visiting them in Adair Co. all week.  I've enjoyed a quiet week with my Zachaboo, but I miss my baby girls.  Zach has missed them too, and has cried for attention a lot.  I think he's so used to the noise and chaos of having them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to get a few things done around here, like cleaning the fridge and tidying up the girls' room.  Most of the week I've been concentrating on decluttering and pickup, but today, I actually &lt;em&gt;cleaned.&lt;/em&gt;  It felt good and feels good to walk around a clean house.  After tomorrow, it won't be that way *sigh*  But I'll still be glad to have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is going to be 5 months old next week.  I can't believe how fast he's growing.  He's approaching 17 pounds.  He started cereal a couple weeks ago, and started carrots this week.  He's liking both.  Of course, now his poop is orange :)  He is loving his new exersaucer his Nana found for him and knows how to play with all the toys on it.  He's starting to squeal now too when he's having fun.  It's so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Meg's open house at school last night and met her new first grade teacher.  She seems really nice.  We took her school supplies to leave there and pre-paid for her lunches.  I think I'll take her the first day so I can make sure she gets to the right place at the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe starts preschool on the 11th.  I can't believe my baby girl is ready for this step.  It wasn't that long ago that she was in the baby swing like Zach is now, sleeping away with those little fat baby cheeks and fuzzy head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was a very random post.  Next week, school starts again, and so does a whole new schedule.  I hope we all adjust well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4356297107563066645?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4356297107563066645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4356297107563066645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4356297107563066645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4356297107563066645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2990759085709548913</id><published>2008-07-29T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:56:27.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate with me!</title><content type='html'>Today is a momentous day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned the basement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-&lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;," you say.  People, this is a big thing.  I don't think I've ever cleaned this fridge in the six years we've lived here, except for maybe right after we moved in.  Today, I cleaned it, and it took me about 2 hours.  It was filthy.  There was sticky stuff in the bottom of the freezer and fridge and mildew around the door seals.  And all kinds of loose debris that took forever to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my usual mopbucket filled with hot water and baking soda, along with some help from spray bleach cleaner and a toothbrush with toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did you know you can use some toothpaste with a toothbrush to safely remove mildew from your rubber door seals?  If you're a slob like me and let your fridge get that dirty, try it.  I learned that little trick from BBC America's "How Clean is Your House?".  I love BBC America.  I swear I'm a British girl trapped in a Kentucky girl's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you all like my new blog header?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2990759085709548913?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2990759085709548913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2990759085709548913' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2990759085709548913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2990759085709548913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrate-with-me.html' title='Celebrate with me!'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4593235109497483620</id><published>2008-07-28T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:37:51.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More O'bama e-mail</title><content type='html'>The latest one claims that O'bama shunned soldiers and only posed for publicity photos on his recent trip to Afghanistan.  Like the other "We should hate O'bama because he did ___" e-mails, this one is inaccurate as well.  Here's the Snopes article for your reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/afghanistan.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/afghanistan.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how the political smear e-mails have gotten their fuel.  Is it a racial thing?  Is it because of Senator O'bama's last name or background?  Is it fear of Democratic liberal government? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it stands, I'm neither a Democrat or Republican.  I'm an Independent, because I vote for who I feel is the best candidate, not by which party they're affiliated with.  Therefore, I am not a defender of Barack O'bama over any other candidate.  However, I hate to keep seeing these e-mails circulating out of whatever ignorance, fear, or hate that spawns them.  I'd like to see some e-mails about the issues that the candidates are discussing, and what changes they want to make in our country.  Then we can have some straight-forward opinions.  Strangely, I never see those...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4593235109497483620?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4593235109497483620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4593235109497483620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4593235109497483620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4593235109497483620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-obama-e-mail.html' title='More O&apos;bama e-mail'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1637405024231523977</id><published>2008-07-24T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:02:46.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite cleaning gadget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIjPNER2scI/AAAAAAAAAwY/97fjFNE8MyY/s1600-h/swiffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226655190957339074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIjPNER2scI/AAAAAAAAAwY/97fjFNE8MyY/s200/swiffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have bought many cleaning gadgets over the years, hoping for some relief from the drudgery of housework.  Many of them are living lonely lives in my cleaning closet, just cluttering it up.  I've often found they actually don't make things any easier, but add work instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, h0wever, I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I've found THE gadget!  The Swiffer Sweep n' Vac.  I bought one at Wal-Mart the other day, using a $5 off coupon you can get &lt;a href="http://www.swiffer.com/swiffer/en_US/home.do"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I charged it up for 24 hours, put a swiffer cloth on it and went to work in my dining room.  Oh, the joy!  I hate cleaning the dining room floor.  Those little piggies I call daughters are so messy--crumbs everywhere.  I usually either use the broom/dustpan, followed by a Swiffer, or use the Swiffer itself, followed by the broom/dustpan or the Dustbuster.  Now, just a few minutes of running the Swiffer vac over it, and all done--all the crumbs, dust, hair, and all.  Doesn't get the stuck on stuff, so I'll still need to mop that.  I was able to do the dining room floor and a really thorough kitchen sweep (Meg wanted to use it too) before the battery even started to get low.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it'll be my new best cleaning friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1637405024231523977?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1637405024231523977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1637405024231523977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1637405024231523977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1637405024231523977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-favorite-cleaning-gadget.html' title='My new favorite cleaning gadget'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIjPNER2scI/AAAAAAAAAwY/97fjFNE8MyY/s72-c/swiffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-5141816423395089471</id><published>2008-07-22T17:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:37:52.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32 years ago today....</title><content type='html'>Here came trouble! Yep, it's my birthday. I've had a busy but good one so far. I saw a magic show with the girls at the summer reading program finale this morning. Then we had lunch with hubby, had ice cream at DQ, then headed back home for some naps. Now, getting ready for swim lessons with the girls at 5. Not too bad, I guess, since birthdays get less exciting as I get older :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for kicks and giggles, here are some nostalgic pics of me in the seventies. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIZSUD9D8XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WlfD-cfDcz0/s1600-h/mom+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225954922222317938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIZSUD9D8XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WlfD-cfDcz0/s200/mom+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom Linda and me, May 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIZSOkLPVoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SihsTWwbBYo/s1600-h/granny+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225954827792504450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIZSOkLPVoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SihsTWwbBYo/s200/granny+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5141816423395089471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=5141816423395089471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5141816423395089471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/5141816423395089471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/32-years-ago-today.html' title='32 years ago today....'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-qAgNyMvIw/SIZSUD9D8XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WlfD-cfDcz0/s72-c/mom+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-396085645143425578</id><published>2008-07-21T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:35:55.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A re-post from last year</title><content type='html'>I've gotten a few comments now on this old post about "Feature Films for Families" and how I was solicited over the phone by a pushy salesman.  I thought I'd re-link it here since they're apparently still being pushy with people over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2006/08/feature-films-for-families.html"&gt;http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2006/08/feature-films-for-families.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-396085645143425578?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/396085645143425578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=396085645143425578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/396085645143425578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/396085645143425578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-post-from-last-year.html' title='A re-post from last year'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-718830207511309237</id><published>2008-07-17T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:53:40.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Mr. Pit?</title><content type='html'>Mr. Pit is calling me again.  You might know him.  He's the Pit of self-doubt, depression, and self-pity.  If you've been around him, you know how ugly he makes you feel.  I've spent many hours in his presence over the years, feeling mighty bad and low about myself, shutting out people and activities to bask in his lowness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?  I think I'll let the answering machine pick up the call this time, because I just don't feel like talking to him today.  I'm enjoying being wife, mom, friend, and child of God too much right now.  I might speak to him briefly from time to time, but I'll tell him I'm just too busy to visit right now.  He'll have to call back later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-718830207511309237?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/718830207511309237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=718830207511309237' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/718830207511309237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/718830207511309237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-mr-pit.html' title='Yes, Mr. Pit?'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-602993285418523290</id><published>2008-07-16T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:02:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>Some dear mom friends have started up a &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers)&lt;/a&gt; group at our church. I have signed on to direct Creative Activities.  Hopefully I haven't bitten off more than I can chew :)  I got rather nervous a little while after I took on that role, because I remembered that I've got experience with crafts and activities...but for toddlers :)  Not sure the moms would enjoy pasting together popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners.  I have actually found a few good ideas and we're having a planning "retreat" day soon, where we can plan out activities for the first semester starting in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ladies, we would still like some volunteers.  You can be any age and  have kids of any age (or no kids even).  We're planning on every other Wed. morning from 9:30 to 11:00 right now.  More info will be announced in church and in the community as well.  If you'd like to help or just join up, let me know and I'll pass it on to Stacey (our director), who can fill you in further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-602993285418523290?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/602993285418523290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=602993285418523290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/602993285418523290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/602993285418523290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-2730891869662122625</id><published>2008-07-14T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:21:38.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello smelly poos</title><content type='html'>We started Zachary on baby cereal yesterday.  He took it quite well.  Didn't spit out much of it.  He got tired of it toward the end, though, and just wanted his mommy milk....NOW!! (as usual)  So now we must be prepared for the beginning of smelly baby poop again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the beginning of this year's VBS.  We are doing a Hawaiian theme this year.  I'm helping with preschool crafts, but not directing this year.  It's so fun to help the little ones make their little things and see how proud they are to complete them.  Zachary did very well in the nursery all night.  He slept for a while, then had fun watching the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Bible school again.  Right now, I've finished my exercise and am enjoying my coffee, while making the girls pick up all the toys they scattered when some friends were here on Saturday.  Making them pick up sometimes is more of a chore than just doing it myself, but Bryan keeps reminding me that I have to get them in a habit of doing it or they never will.  So, every five minutes I'm yelling, "Pick up!" and reminding them what things go where, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii's looking better all the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-2730891869662122625?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2730891869662122625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=2730891869662122625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2730891869662122625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/2730891869662122625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-smelly-poos.html' title='Hello smelly poos'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-8355658905273860253</id><published>2008-07-11T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:19:48.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you may not have known about Me Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theresacreager.blogspot.com/"&gt;Theresa&lt;/a&gt;, that crazy woman friend of mine :), just tagged me today with one of those get to know me things.  Well, I'm too tired to do anything else right now, so what the hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 years ago I was:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a summer course on molecular techniques at UofL, had been married a year, was working at Signature Inn in Louisville as a front desk clerk, and lived in a one bedroom apartment in not-so-good a neighborhood with my hubby, who was also working and going to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things to do today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pick blueberries before all the Japanese beetles get them.  (check)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Vacuum carpets (check)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get girls to pick up their room (took several hours, but check)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Look up unknown terms for veggies, herbs, and supplements from my "You Are What You Eat Cookbook" by Gillian McKeith from the BBC America show.   Did you know another name for zucchini is &lt;em&gt;courgette&lt;/em&gt;?  (check)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Finish up laundry and hard floors....but don't know if that'll happen or not today...energy low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snack I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracious, if I had my way, it would be chocolate of some form, especially brownies or cookies, but right now, I usually opt for a Fiber One bar and a few almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I would do if a Millionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave for Hawaii, never to return?  No, really, I'd pay off all our debts, and all our family's debts, give a generous amount to our church and maybe a few other charities, and maybe open up a restaurant or bakery.  I'd also make sure all my kids had enough for college and that we had enough to retire to a nice condo in Ft. Myers, FL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up in Russell Springs, KY; Lexington, KY for college; Louisville, KY for more college and married life; Mt. Washington, KY for our first house; Central City, KY for a couple months when we first moved here; and Greenville, KY since we bought our house in April, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The four people I'm going to tag are Stacey, Joni, Rosi, and Susan.  Have at it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-8355658905273860253?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8355658905273860253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=8355658905273860253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8355658905273860253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/8355658905273860253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-you-may-not-have-known-about-me.html' title='Things you may not have known about Me Tag'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-1806480681031579373</id><published>2008-07-11T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:57:22.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good food Friday</title><content type='html'>If any of you local church members are wondering what to do with that 4 pound bag of chicken thighs from the June &lt;a href="http://www.angelfoodministries.com/"&gt;Angel Food Ministry&lt;/a&gt;, give this recipe a try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookingcache.com/poultry/crackerbarrelchickenanddumplings.shtml?rdid=rc1"&gt;Cracker Barrel Chicken and Dumplings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not health food, but boy, is it some good southern comfort food.  The house smelled so good when I made it yesterday.  I've made this recipe several times before, using a whole cut-up chicken, but the bag of thighs worked great.  It would work with any chicken pieces (3-4 lbs) of your choice.  I cooked up some of my neighbor's garden green beans along with it, adding some baby bella mushrooms and spinach to my own serving of beans.  I ate only a modest portion of the dumplings, though I could have eaten half the batch :)  It's my all-time favorite comfort food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can save the leftover stock for other cooking, like rice, soups, stews, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got creative and made me a 2 egg omelet with onion, green pepper, baby bella mushrooms, a little bit of cheddar/jack cheese and some spinach.  Delish!  I'm enjoying seeing what I can do with the fresh veggies I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been creative with fresh summer veggies?  Or with your Angel Food orders?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-1806480681031579373?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1806480681031579373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=1806480681031579373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1806480681031579373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/1806480681031579373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-food-friday.html' title='Good food Friday'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-7789818047032198858</id><published>2008-07-10T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:34:02.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely unmotivated today</title><content type='html'>On a good note....I've been eating my veggies really well this week.  Apart from some blueberry pancakes this morning, I've been really good in my eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I feel very unmotivated and lethargic today.  Zachary didn't sleep very well last night.  He had a little fever after his shots and I think his legs hurt.  I don't know if it's that or what, but I just don't feel like moving around much at all.  I've got lots to do, so hoping after I finish this cup of coffee, I'll at least get a few things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just get one thing done, move on to another, one at a time and maybe I'll get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta kick up the exercise too.  Not doing good this week with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you all doing?  Are you eating your veggies?  Exercising?  Maybe you can inspire me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-7789818047032198858?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7789818047032198858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=7789818047032198858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7789818047032198858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/7789818047032198858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/completely-unmotivated-today.html' title='Completely unmotivated today'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16683310.post-4593640218136504243</id><published>2008-07-09T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:35:23.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for a nap</title><content type='html'>Today was Zachary's 4 month checkup.  He's 15 pounds now and 25 inches.  He's grown 2 inches in 2 months :)  He had 2 shots and one oral vaccine.  I hate to see him get his shots.  He just cries so hard, but he's fell asleep right afterward each time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://5purposedriven.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;" was gracious enough to watch the girls so I could take Zachary and look after him in peace.  She also made us the most delicious lunch, with lots of her fresh garden veggies.  I totally have a craving for growing a garden...it's just gonna have to wait a while until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youngins&lt;/span&gt; are a bit older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Zachary's sound asleep now in his CRIB (yes, I finally cleaned out his room yesterday so he can actually sleep in there).  The girls are supposed to be going to sleep, though I still hear some chatting and sure I'll have to go remind them to be quiet.  And I am going to get re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with my couch.   Ahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16683310-4593640218136504243?l=desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4593640218136504243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16683310&amp;postID=4593640218136504243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4593640218136504243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16683310/posts/default/4593640218136504243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousewifesortof.blogspot.com/2008/07/ready-for-nap.html' title='Ready for a nap'/><author><name>Mysti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKGvdZmtsE/TW2nWEDA6qI/AAAAAAAABPU/j0lSCnb0zVo/s220/IMG_5938-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
