<?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-5738594422482390786</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:19:18.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Kids on the Block</title><subtitle type='html'>MY kids on the block consists of one husband, one daughter, four sons, five dogs, 3/4 cat, two birds, a fish, and me.  The Zookeeper.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-520112892850173843</id><published>2011-07-10T02:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:33:19.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger: MY Kids on the Block - Create Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5738594422482390786"&gt;Blogger: MY Kids on the Block - Create Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Watching a little &amp;quot;Hoarders&amp;quot; on A&amp;amp;E.&amp;#160; I'm so happy I'm not a hoarder.&amp;#160; Kent thinks I 'collect' a little too much - ummm.....NO I DO NOT.&amp;#160; Thankyouverymuch!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;So, I'm horrible at coming up with Blog topics, and the only people who really 'follow' my blog would be bored if I just stole THEIR ideas.&amp;#160; SO - I'm back to the questions I started a few weeks ago.&amp;#160; Now, for numbers 21-30.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Well, as it stands, I’m pretty much a ‘worried genius’ and that isn’t working for me.&amp;#160; I hate worrying – so being blissfully stupid appeals to me right now!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are you, you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;I really think that the person you become in life, is a direct result of every person you have known, and every experience you have lived.&amp;#160; I’ve been rejected by many people close to me, so I seek a lot of approval and love from people.&amp;#160; At the same time, I make sure my kids know I love them EVERY day – every chance I get!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;I know that I have been a friend to every friend I’ve ever had.&amp;#160; I love completely, and trust fully – until you show me I can’t.&amp;#160; Sadly, some of my ‘friends’ have decided that my opinion doesn’t matter (especially if it’s opposite of theirs) and that I should drop everything in my life to make THEM a priority.&amp;#160; When I’m just an ‘option’ to them.&amp;#160; OH well….the friends I do have – the REAL friends – are worth WAY more than the pretend friends I used to have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;WHEN A GOOD FRIEND MOVES AWAY!!!&amp;#160; Seriously???&amp;#160; Belena moves, Laury moves, Ann moves…..I’m not making new friends EVER AGAIN!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most grateful for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;My children.&amp;#160; With every fiber of my being, and every breath in my body.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Oh good Lord – let me lose the old ones – they are great and all, but maybe I’d be much happier if I didn’t have to think about the old ones and only be concerned with making NEW ones!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Hhhmmm…..Sadly, I assume everything is the truth and all people are good.&amp;#160; But you know what they say about assuming!!&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has your greatest fear ever come true?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Almost.&amp;#160; When Rogan was born, we almost lost him.&amp;#160; I thank God every day he let him stay with us!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Well….which time?&amp;#160; HA!&amp;#160; Sometimes, when I’m upset about the SAME things I was upset about 5 years ago – it really does matter.&amp;#160; Then I realize, “Wait, I’m still here, doing what I’ve been doing.&amp;#160; Guess it’s NOT that important”.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;I have way too many to count.&amp;#160; Playing at Sara’s house, baking with my momma, reading with Oscar Allen Honey Cotton Pond, bottling wine with Dad, playing games at the Café, ANY time I spent at Granny’s farm, neighborhood games of hide-n-seek, the swimming pool, and a zillion others.&amp;#160; Why is it so special?&amp;#160; Well, because it made me who I am!!&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-520112892850173843?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/520112892850173843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=520112892850173843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/520112892850173843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/520112892850173843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-my-kids-on-block-create-post.html' title='Blogger: MY Kids on the Block - Create Post'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7034307268613128891</id><published>2011-06-17T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:20:00.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 more questions to make you think.</title><content type='html'>A few more questions to make you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire.  They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend.  The criticism is distasteful and unjustified.  What do you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this situation - if it is a close friend of mine -  everyone would already know it.  If they talked like that anyway - I'd set 'em straight.  I've done it before, and I'd do it again. Sadly, I've even put my friends before myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;12.If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay a baby - life is easier when someone else is cleanin' up your messes, and feeding you.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 13.Would you break the law to save a loved one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.......no?  Well, it depends on the loved one, and the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 14.Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the mirror. Kidding - I know a lot of artists that people think are insane, but rarely their true talent shines through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 15.What’s something you know you do differently than most people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote. I vote for the party who really want to help people. Pretty sure Jesus did that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 16.How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a different joy-meter.  Something about that whole "Free-Will" thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.What one thing have you not done that you really want to do?  What’s holding you back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to Greece.  My husband.  And my kids.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 18.Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm holding onto a lot of 'somethings'. Although, I'm finding it easier and easier to let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 19.If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - the beauty, the carefree lifestyle, the history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 20.Do you push the elevator button more than once?  Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not - only because I like to laugh at people who DO push it more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more - feel free to answer some yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7034307268613128891?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7034307268613128891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7034307268613128891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7034307268613128891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7034307268613128891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-more-questions-to-make-you-think.html' title='10 more questions to make you think.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5432510142162408011</id><published>2011-06-12T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:35:11.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across this AWESOME website this week, while ‘stumbleing’:  http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to try my hand at answering some of these questions, and responding to different things that they’ve posted that really make me think.  Let’s start with #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I’m around 21….I am constantly dreaming about my life in college – back at Maryville.  I was only 18 then, but when I was 21, I was WAY smarter, and would like the chance to re-live that part of my life.  I know I durned sure don’t feel almost 36. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is worse, failing or never trying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing really sucks.  I don’t like to lose.  But, I also don’t like to sit on the sidelines and wonder ‘what if’ either.  :/  I guess I’ll stick with Failing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are faced with responsibilities i.e. kids, jobs, marriages, etc., we do things we HAVE to do. and sometimes they are things we don’t like.  Truly lucky people find a job they love to do – so it isn’t like that.  Many things that I myself like to do – I can’t do because I’m married with 4 children.  I would love to travel the world, and dance in discos, and party all night with new friends.  As a grown-up, that just isn’t possible anymore.  As a 17 year old gorgeous young lady set loose in Greece – it was a DREAM world!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is MISTY talking here – of course I will have said more than I’ve done! DUH!  I’m a TALKER!  But I do make sure the job is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather get rid of all religions, or magically make all religions conveniently combine perfectly.  And all the nutcases were kicked out.  Perhaps then, true happiness and calmness can happen across the globe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having babies (not really the delivery though – unless it was like Avery’s birth) and raising kids – I’d have a dozen or more if I could!  If Happiness was the currency I could be paid that paid the bills – I would be in HEAVEN!  I love my kids, and I love babies, and helping others with their babies! I would be Oprah level with my ‘pay’!! Top of the FORBES list, I’m sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent says that ‘overall’ I am doing what I believe in.  And you wouldn’t settle for less than that”.  I Feel like I settle for a lot of things that are out of my control.  I’m going to school to learn the way to get the job I believe in, and am determined to get.  But I’m afraid I’ll settle for the first one that is offered.  I do know, with no question, that I will do my best at whatever it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would have started having kids sooner, and had a lot more!!  And at age 36 – I would for have them set for their lives.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take responsibility for every course my life has taken.  I came back from Maryville.  I left Ryan for Kent.  Kent and I worked together on school schedules and plans for the future…….Anything else – it’s all be on ME.  I did it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try my best to do the right things.  In addition to that, any task I need to complete – I work hard to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first 10 questions for the night…more to follow, I’m sure.  The Ambien has kicked in, and I need to sleep.  G’night all!  And thanks to Sharon-Anne for my B&amp;N Gift Certificate!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5432510142162408011?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5432510142162408011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5432510142162408011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5432510142162408011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5432510142162408011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-came-across-this-awesome-website-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-2800779040388157151</id><published>2011-03-19T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:23:54.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The list of lists.</title><content type='html'>We should write a book of lists.  Let's start with a list of lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Things that make people jealous.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reasons I think you're gay.  Or not.  You choose.&lt;br /&gt;3. Things that make your face turn red, and make you scream.&lt;br /&gt;4. Things that make you go hmmmm.....*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;5. Reasons I should.  Or shouldn't. Again, you choose.&lt;br /&gt;6. Things that make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;7. Things that make YOU angy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Things that bring a true, genuine smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;9. 10 things you can say that will hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;10. 32 things that I love about you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a start.  Workin progress....if you will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-2800779040388157151?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2800779040388157151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=2800779040388157151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/2800779040388157151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/2800779040388157151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/list-of-lists.html' title='The list of lists.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1062031828881233332</id><published>2011-03-13T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:24:50.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'meme' Part TWO</title><content type='html'>17. Who would you like to show up at your door to say they love you? Any member of NKOTB.  Preferrably Danny or DONNIE. ;)  Or Jensen Ackles.  Brad Pitt. Nope - I'm pretty sure Donnie Wahlberg.  That would be AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? Sassimo Princess - my shih tzu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Ummm....a few?  All prescribed though, so what fun is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you miss film or does digital work for you? I miss FILM!! I miss working in the dark room, and watching the pictures come to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far? 19.  Life was FUN then - with no responsibilities! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? I don't have enemies - plenty of people who should drop off the face of the earth and THAT would make my heart smile - but I wouldn't call them 'enemies'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture? Jensen Ackles.  On BOTH computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said that was funny? Not really feeling funny today, but me and the boys were laughing a lot last night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? I would choose the ability to FLY - come ON! With that ability, I could make LOADS of money! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who can't you say “no” to?  Rogan.  THAT is hard. Come on, put yourself in MY shoes.  He's my last baby, and he almost died at birth.  I can't stand to make him frown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you bought or downloaded?  The last Disc I bought was Lady Antebellum, and TRAIN before that.  Individual song....umm...Actually, I think it was a Lady Antebellum song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What time of day were you born? Around 9 in the morning.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s your favorite number? Why? 13 - b/c everyone freaks out when I say that.  HA!  No, really - I've always just had good luck with that number.  And 7.  7 is always lucky for me.  That's my birthday number too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where did you live in 1987? At my mommy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you jealous of anyone? Yes - the women with the men I mentioned on #1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Is anyone jealous of you? Of COURSE!  Who wouldn't be jealous of ME!? HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. It's been almost a decade. Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was driving to my mom's house, talking on the phone with Rockin' Randall - trying to get him to put my daughter's birthday on the air for the birthday club. Then I was in my mom's kitchen when we saw the second plane hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1062031828881233332?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1062031828881233332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1062031828881233332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1062031828881233332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1062031828881233332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-meme-part-two.html' title='My &apos;meme&apos; Part TWO'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8545042365727571954</id><published>2011-03-12T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:40:01.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea what a 'meme' is...</title><content type='html'>...Except for being the name my nephews call ME!  BUT, for some reason, these little question/answer/bulletin post/note thingys are called 'memes'.  I stole this from Harmony - and she did it in three parts, so I will too.  Today, part ONE. SO - here goes a 'meme'.  From Aunt MeMe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Wow - I've got great hair today!  And that make-up...girl - you're hot! *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you? Right now? Physically - no cash.  I do have some in my purse though, but not a clue how much.  A few dollars maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet? PLUTO - and YES, it IS a planet.  And I'm fairly certain that it is the one Goofy and Pluto are from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Christine Collins - she's my 31 consultant, calling about my show.  I'm having a 31 party in April.  You HAVE to check out their stuff!  I LOVE THEM!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? My NKOTB songs.  Single, or Summertime.  My default is currently set to "Black Betty" right now, b/c I love to sing that really loud....HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing? I'm in my nightgown, but I wore my Girls Softball shirt today - GO LADY BEARS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you label yourself? NOPE - but then again, I've never sold myself, so there's not really a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? I'm not wearing any, I currently have Candice's magic slippers on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? DARK.  With a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I think she's pretty cool.  Come ON - she sells CHOCOLATE for a living.  I could never do that - I'd be as fat as the world, b/c I'd eat the profits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What does your watch look like? I have an Atlanta Braves watch, and a Smurfette watch.  I never wear them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? I think I was watching a show, playing frontierville, waiting for Kent to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? "Dad said it was okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11? I don't have a clue - we don't have those anymore - they changed them all to "KUM &amp; GO".  Yeah - you read that right.  KUM and GO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot? Seriously?  Seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8545042365727571954?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8545042365727571954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8545042365727571954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8545042365727571954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8545042365727571954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-no-idea-what-meme-is.html' title='I have no idea what a &apos;meme&apos; is...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4671527073660269652</id><published>2011-03-11T02:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:56:17.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud momma....mostly.</title><content type='html'>So the last week or so has been mixed emotions.  My daughter got in trouble at school.  The same day, my son got in trouble at school.  The same day, my other son got a letter that he was getting tested for the gifted program at school.  He has also been reading complete books to me - with no help.  He's 6.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is at school, and a boy (I won't name names, as this is a completely public forum) was suspended from school for 'sexual harrassment'.  I have no idea the details - don't care.  My daughter and her friends are sitting in the hallway between classes, and this mother comes in the school screaming and cussing, and raising hell about her son being in trouble.  She heads to his locker to get his things, and (they are sitting in front of his locker, evidently) she walks up and SCREAMS, "Get the F--- out of my way, NOW!"  My daughter and her friends jump up and move.  Friend says, "Wow! What a bitch!" and my daughter answers with, "We weren't sitting there trying to be bitchy - wait, I should say 'hateful'.  We weren't trying to be hateful!"  By this time the mom is walking away and turns around - mind you, she's an ADULT - and GETS IN MY DAUGHTER'S FACE and SCREAMS, "I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID, CHRISTINE! You called me a bitch, and I'm turning you in!"  KrysteenA answers with, "I didn't call you that, I was trying to explain to you that we weren't sitting there to be bitchy, I even changed it to hateful b/c I shouldn't have cussed - I NEVER called you a name!"  The parent then proceeds to cuss out my daughter and goes to the principal to 'turn her in'.  After hearing my daughter's side of the story - and the parent's story (who said she asked them to move NICELY, and they wouldn't for like several minutes) the principal went to review the tapes.  The story I've just told was verified - it is exactly like that on the tapes.  My daughter NEVER cussed at this woman, and they were NOT being hateful to her, and this woman dropped f-bombs and was completely innappropriate with these kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the outcome?, you ask???  They gave my daughter lunch detention, and told her she had to write a letter of apology to this woman.  Yes, yes, I know you're thinking, W.T.F!!!???  After hearing the entire story, I told my daughter she would NEVER write that letter.  She said, "Well, maybe I should apologize to the  principal and the Ast. Principal for using bad language at school?  I was impressed - it was a great compromise.  My husband called and talked to one of them - and he thought it was a better 'punishment'.  I have a word of advice for the 'parent' (I use that term loosely) - if you EVER go to my daughter's school again, and get in her face - as an adult - you'll come to understand quickly that it is unacceptable, and I WILL get in your face.  I'm a momma bear, and I will act like one.  You're lucky I've raised my daughter to be more respectful of adults.  AND, if ANYONE owes ANYONE an apology - it's YOU to HER for doing what you did.  It's on VIDEO how you behaved.  And a word of advice to the school - if my daughter is ever accosted at school again, we will be there, voicing our disgust at the way this was handled.  You should be ashamed of yourselves for allowing a parent to attack children in your hallways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN - I get a phone call from the Ast. Principal in the middle school.  My eldest son got in a fight at school.  I am not making excuses for him - he was wrong, he admitted it, he apologized - took his punishment (suspended one day) and is now friends (again) with the other boy - but I'm am again upset with the school.  These middle school boys - many of whom are picked on and bullied on a daily basis - are left ALONE in the gym before and after PE class.  The coach just disappears and leaves them unsupervised.  What started as fun and playing around led to a fight - completely uncalled for - but had there been a teacher around, it would have ended WAY BEFORE it ever came to that.  And to top off my irritation with the school - the Ast. Principal told me it started over a 'Jimmy Johnson" toy....and "I assure you, I've made it perfectly clear to these boys that ANYTHING Jimmy Johnson or Jeff Gordon is NOT allowed in MY school building".  Yeah....NOT impressed with your idiocy.  You are an adult, and I really don't give two shits what 'NASCAR driver' you like or don't like - GROW UP and DO YOUR JOB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent and I spoke with Tristan about the entire situation - let me say that Tristan has been bullied and picked on all year, and we've been working with the principal - who has the Ast. Principal deal with it - and nothing is helping.  The Ast. Principal is telling the bullies to quit picking on him, and then they jump him for telling on them.  Well, what do we do then?  When THEY put their hands on MY son - nothing.  None of them got in trouble.  MY son gets in a scuffle and he's suspended.  He FINALLY stands up and doesn't back down, and he's punished.  I realize the boy he fought with is NOT one of the original 'bullies', but Tristan felt like if he fought him, he'd 'earn some respect' from the other boys.  Again - NO SUPERVISION and GUIDANCE during this class.  WHERE WAS THE COACH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan was most upset b/c he knew he had let us down, and was really upset about that.  Ashamed also b/c he knew his CAT teacher was going to be disappointed. (the other boy is also in the gifted program in her class).  She spoke with them today - and all is good with THEM.  The administrators promised her they would deal with the supervision problem as well.  She knew about the fight b/c she found a note on her desk that afternoon that one of the other boys in class wrote.  It said, "It's me, (insert name), Tristan and (insert name) are fighting - came to get you for help"  So, Tristan is back at school, Mrs. Wood dealt with them, they've all mended fences, and I've been assured that supervision will be corrected. I'm not proud of Tristan for fighting, but I AM proud that he admitted he was wrong, apologized, and took the punishment.  He also returned to school knowing there were boys who threatened to 'pay him back' and he's been the model kid all week while being grounded - doing chores, offering to help around the house, and helping momma out!  Reminder - one little screw-up shouldn't ruin someone's whole week/month/year.  They need to know you still love them, even if they do mess up.  ESPECIALLY when they mess up - so they'll have a reason to fix it, and not do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogan got a note that day, announcing his testing for CAT was beginning this week.  He said it was 'too long' and 'boring mostly'.  He didn't want to do it until Mrs. Clary (sp?) said, "Rogan, won't your parents be excited and proud to know you did your VERY BEST on this test?"  and he perked right up, and really started trying.  THEN - tonight, he gets out "Green Eggs and Ham" and reads the ENTIRE book to me, with NO HELP.  I am so impressed with that little man - none of the kids ever read that well at his age (6).  He also said, "I'm almost ready to read Harry Potter now!"  HA HA HA!!!  I'm so very proud of that!  THAT was the books that FINALLY got Avery interested in reading - and he's read them ALL at least a dozen times!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has been good all week.  No problems at school, no complaints.  He did come to me upset b/c he got a C+ on his science test.  He only missed, roughly, two weeks of school between ice and sickness - so that's actually pretty good given it was all material from when he was gone!  He was just upset b/c he's never gotten anything other than A's.  I explained that if THIS is the worst it can be for him, I'm HAPPY with that! ;)  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fun this week.  Fun and frustrating.  I've learned that "What if...?" is the WORST QUESTION IN THE WORLD for a criminology class.  And there are a couple people in my classes who LOVE to distract the professors with that question.  For the love of God - PLEASE - save your questions for break or after class. I want to learn the material!! This is my life - my career - and it's important to me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo...........that's what's up with me.  BTW, does anyone want to take Krysteena prom dress shopping?  We don't 'shop' well together, and I can't imagine it will go good.  I love her, will watch Criminal Minds with her, will color hair, talk about her day, joke around, etc....but I don't enjoy the shopping time.  Hoping Aunt Gina will do it while we're in St. Louis for Spring Break.  *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4671527073660269652?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4671527073660269652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4671527073660269652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4671527073660269652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4671527073660269652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/03/proud-mommamostly.html' title='Proud momma....mostly.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8591253112198054927</id><published>2011-01-27T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T02:07:57.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester, Same people</title><content type='html'>I had sooooo many things to post about my first couple of nights of class this semester.  I had a LOT of frustrations to vent about.  THEN, I read my "Best friend that lives far away"'s blog, and realized - "If you don't have anything nice to say...." and decided that, like her, I should ZIP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'll say JUST THIS: If I make it through this semester without losing my ever-loving mind, it will be a small miracle.  :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my first 'criminal justice' classes this semester.  It's totally different from my social work and psychology stuff I've been taking, and I'm really excited about it.  In my "Intro to Criminology" class, he has assigned us the "Key Terms" at the end of each chapter.  There are between 10-50 words in every chapter, and 19 chapters.  They aren't due until the end of the semester - in May.  I have all the terms typed, and the definitions for chapter one, and part of chapter two finished already.  YES - this doesn't seem like 'homework', it is FUN.  I know, I know, I'm a freak.  BUT - Just think about it - when you find a topic you really like to learn about, and you get to learn MORE about it - why stop??  I have two friends who are taking the same class, with a different professor - who has NOT assigned the key terms - and they are going to type up the terms just for their own personal use.  SO, see!!! I'm not crazy.  At least I'm going to get a grade for it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my favorite professor this semester again!  I think I like him best b/c he doesn't put up with any 'excuses' or 'carp' from anyone.  He tells you the rules, and what he expects from you - and doesn't let you get away with being a lazy, white trash, whiney idiot.  (shoot - I'm starting to slip into the 'not nice' thing....)  BUT - he likes me, and my friends - mostly b/c we COME TO CLASS, DO THE WORK, and DO NOT COMPLAIN.  Afterall, this is college.  And we're "grown-ups".  Not too difficult.  Well, if you care about your grades anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new dog this last year.  Char-Lay is half St. Bernard, and half Bernese Mountain dog.  She is the CUTEST baby in the world.  Well, I use the word 'baby' loosely.  She only weighs 100 pounds, and is 8 months old.  HA!  Here is Charlie trying to get her 'rightful spot' on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/TUEnB0UwEPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-jORw7VcGjk/s1600/charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/TUEnB0UwEPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-jORw7VcGjk/s200/charlie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, heading to bed.  Trying to think of a good story to share - need to be 'funny' for you guys!  Will write more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8591253112198054927?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8591253112198054927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8591253112198054927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8591253112198054927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8591253112198054927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-semester-same-people.html' title='New Semester, Same people'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/TUEnB0UwEPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-jORw7VcGjk/s72-c/charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5615041907490033299</id><published>2011-01-07T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:00:10.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies...</title><content type='html'>My most sincerest apologies for not posting since....*gulp*.....June of 2010.  I'd make a lot of excuses, but it just boils down to not wanting to write what was in my head.  Being lazy.  Being busy.  The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - I finished my summer classes with an A in my online class and a B in algebra.  Funny thing is, I heard that she flunked me b/c I stood up and told her off in class! HA!  That's not &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; how it happened, but she did NOT flunk me.  THIS is the algebra story.  I have to write this down, b/c it needs to be remembered for future generations! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say that professors at colleges (unless they are TEACHING politics) are ethically not allowed to stand in front of your class and tell you how you should vote, or question WHY you voted (or will vote) the way you do/have.  Second, it is the most annoying thing in the world to listen to people bitch about every single thing going on in the world - their local government, the state, national.  Yes, you don't like it - I can't fix it - move on.  TEACH THE CLASS!!!  WELL - On August 2nd, we were in Branson for our normal summer, week-long, vacation.  It was Tristan's birthday.  It was also the last night of class before our final in algebra, and we were going to review for the final.  SO - in the middle of vacation, and my son's birthday, I made the 2 1/2 hour trip home JUST for class.  THEN - our professor - idiot that she is - stood in front of the class and told us that OUR President is going to have us thrown in jail if we don't have insurance.  Now, you can argue all you want - but that is NOT what the outcome is going to be - and I think having health insurance is WAY more important than CAR insurance (and that is mandatory to have a car!)  ANYWHO - this young, impressionable, 18 year old girl says, "OMG - I don't want to go to jail, what will I do!!??"  I had already listened to about 15 minutes of political trash talk already and was a tad annoyed.  HA!  I said, "Oh, for the love of GOD - you will NOT get arrested!  That is ridiculous scare tactics!  I paid $700 for this class to learn ALGEBRA, I left my family on my son's birthday, and our vacation in Branson to come and review for this final!  PLEASE, for the love of everything holy, shut up about your politics and TEACH ALGEBRA!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of stunned silence, she went back to teaching class.  And I got a B on my final.  So - don't listen to the rumors.  She didn't flunk me - and if she had - it wouldn't have been pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation ended up being pretty great.  The kids got to go to Silver Dollar City for the first time - I went out to eat with my Bestie Kelly.  Had a great Italian meal in Branson, and then hung out until Kent and the kids got back.  We did our usual Swimming, reading, games, shopping, go-Karts, etc.  It was a productive Summer vacation!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall semester for school was pretty good.  No really exciting stories - just the normal class stuff.  ALTHOUGH - I did have a new professor - who is pretty cool.  It was her first semester teaching.  She was teaching "Family Therapy" and I really enjoyed and learned a lot in her class!  Had to do some writings about our life - another reason I didn't blog.  I had to write for classes!  Also had to create our 'Genogram'.  Made up our family tree and marked those with addictive behaviors, mental illness, and any criminal history.  It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year in 5 years - I had a good Thanksgiving.  No earth-shattering news/happenings in the month of November, so I finally felt like I could breath after dinner.  Now, Christmas on the other hand - that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - this year has been up and down - stressful, crazy, fun, horrible, and 'normal' for our family.  Looking forward to the next year and what it holds.  My Resolution for the year is to try to blog at least once a week - and happy things.  Funny things.  "NORMAL" things.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and that reminds me - did I mention we got a new dog?  And two birds.  Yeah, it's still a zoo here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5615041907490033299?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5615041907490033299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5615041907490033299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5615041907490033299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5615041907490033299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7584730418746663085</id><published>2010-06-23T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:06:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy the CARP out of me...</title><content type='html'>I had a good day today, I really, truly did.  There were, however, a few things that just ticked me off!  The following are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My daughter blowing up over the littlest things.  *snap* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Phone calls that wake up everyone in my house.  Who really thinks it's appropriate to call a house before 9:00am???  Don't.  Please.  K.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Starting to make cookies, and realizing you don't have quite enough margarine or flour.  :/  (on an up note - mom lives across the street!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Professors for online classes who think they are God's gift to professors.  You're not.  Seriously.  And I'd rather have a conversation with someone who had knowledge of the world than someone who had to cite every single word out of their mouths (fingers).  Sometimes, just living life gives you an education - it doesn't ALL have to be cited.  AND - that is NOT PLAGIARISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!  BITCH!.  :/  I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  People in online classes who wait until Thursday to post their discussion question.  We only get FULL credit for replying 3-5 DIFFERENT days.  :/  Um....that only leaves three, so YOU are making my grade suffer.  Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  People who lose their temper and then use cuss words in their blog.  *banghead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Kids who argue with everything you ask of them.  Yes, I was serious when I said brush your teeth, it's 11 and it's bedtime.  NO, you can't watch the rest of your movie tonight.  NO - it's not crazy that you have to finish it tomorrow.  I could just throw it out, and you'd not know how it ended (except you've watched it FIVE THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  People who continue to bitch about my President.  Seriously - get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Bills.  Bills annoy the carp out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Missouri Unemployment.  I have to call every other month b/c you keep taking it out of the system that I'm a student - or whatever it is you've done this time. I'm getting really tired of not being able to pay bills b/c YOU eff up!!!  LOSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  The kids take turns - Krys, Tristan, and Ave - cleaning the kitchen.  Tristan forgets to wash pans.  Krys forgets to wash counters.  Avery doesn't do either.  ALL of them forget to check other counters for dirty dishes, or the sink.  And occasionally (like tonight) they mix it up and don't do the things they normally remember.  I don't think it's too much to ask to have my kids clean the kitchen.  Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Mother Nature.  She kinda sucks sometimes.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat's all the griping I'm gonna do tonight.  I think I'm going to head to bed, and wake up in a much better mood.  IF no one calls and wakes me up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7584730418746663085?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7584730418746663085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7584730418746663085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7584730418746663085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7584730418746663085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-annoy-carp-out-of-me.html' title='Things that annoy the CARP out of me...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8581727373949591909</id><published>2010-06-15T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:23:30.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer classes have begun</title><content type='html'>I started my summer classes this week.  I'm taking my first online class - "Psychology of Gender".  So far, it's interesting, and thought provoking!  I think I may enjoy it.  The only problem is we have to do a powerpoint at some point, and I'm not so good at those....guess practice will make perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other class is College Algebra.  Monday nights.  FIVE FLIPPIN' HOURS.  Yes, that was NOT a typo.  FIVE hours of Algebra.  Yes, I'm insane.  I just want to get this carpy class out of the way!  My professor told me tonight (when I was having problem with fractions in a problem we were doing) that I needed to go back to 'basic math' if they were confusing.  Um....'scuse me?  Did you just call me STUPID????  I almost walked out.  Too late to drop and not lose money, so I'll put up with the condescending witch for a few more weeks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - on top of that - after we learned 'the hardest section tonight' she says, "Will you ever need to use this in this class again? or in life?  NO, absolutely not".  So my question is this, "WHY, oh WHY then, do we have to learn it???"  Then I figured it out.  To get through the pearly gates....:/  At least I got a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - in addition to beginning my classes, I developed a boil under my arm this week.  And not just any boil - a 'carbuncle'.  That's a ring of boils - I think there were about 7 total.  I had two lanced.  From what my brother says - they weren't nearly as bad as his (and I won't tell you where his were located - makes me cringe just thinking about it) but I was in PAIN.  NEVER NEVER NEVER again will I disregard anyone who talks about the pain of a boil.  And if you've ever seen one popped - gaaahhh - now I know why it hurt so badly.  Thank you Lord for taking away the worst of  it!!!  Now I just have to heal the lancings and keep it clean.  I'm hoping to be able to at least lay out poolside tomorrow.  Gonna call and ask if I can SWIM (at least in a pool) this week.  *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....soooo....too tired to type anymore.  Gonna call it a night and crash.  More later, my 10 dedicated readers! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8581727373949591909?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8581727373949591909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8581727373949591909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8581727373949591909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8581727373949591909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-classes-have-begun.html' title='Summer classes have begun'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1536144384007923489</id><published>2010-05-14T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:07:17.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things for Friday...</title><content type='html'>1. My favorite episode of Spongebob is on.  Squidward moves to his 'happy town'. "HEY! That looked like Squidward!  That looked like Squidward too - in angry mob form!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Took my lip ring out this morning - driving me crazy today.  Can't quit biting it.  I'll put it back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to color my hair this weekend.  Too much gray showing.  I have two 'streaks' that are driving me insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rogan has "BLUE" eyes, and I'm "TWENTY-NINE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rogan doesn't understand the concept of 'random ideas for my blog'.  Guess I have to come up with ideas myself. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My semester is FINISHED.  I have three "A's" and two "B's" for the semester.  Dean's list AGAIN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm taking Algebra this summer.  SIX HOURS a night - every Monday.  Kinda gives a whole new meaning to "I HATE MONDAYS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting my new tree today.  I bought a weeping cherry tree for the front yard.  Going to put my rock wall up, fill it with dirt and plant all the starts that Kelly gave me!  Gonna look AWESOME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I just ate golden grahams.  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I might get to see my Baby Sammy next weekend! :)  I'm so excited!  I won't have to mail his birthday presents, AND I get to see him open them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - going back to facebook for a minute, then going to clean this house.  *sigh* It's a never-ending job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1536144384007923489?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1536144384007923489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1536144384007923489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1536144384007923489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1536144384007923489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-for-friday.html' title='Random things for Friday...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-674938320377387625</id><published>2010-05-13T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:00:41.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone can read this....</title><content type='html'>so....I'm going to put 'out there' for the world to read:  I LOVE MY DAUGHTER.  If you EVER doubt it, check this: http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-with-15-year-old-girl-google.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am soooo FED UP with 'attitude' and 'drama' that I VENT.  YES- I vent to my 894 bestest friends on facebook.  SO WHAT&gt;  If I saw you in person, and you asked me how I was, I'd prolly roll my eyes, and say, "Well, I DO have a 16 year old daughter - what do you think?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - for the record.  FOR THE WORLD TO SEE:  I LOVE MY DAUGHTER!!! She is awesome.  She is beautiful.  She is SMART.  She is PERFECT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, let me add:  She is also, "Stubborn".  She is "delusional' about SOME things.  She is 'frustrating'.  AND, she 'elaborates' and 'mis-hears' things.  She turnes it around to be the WORST possible scenario.  Seriously.  A 16 year old girl.  Surprised? Me neither.  I say, "I don't like what I'm hearing" turns into "My mom hates you".  I say, "You shouldn't do that".  She hears, "You are so stupid".  I say, "I wish you wouldn't...." She HEARS, "GODKNOWSWHATBUTITMAKESHERMAD".  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - when I'm posting about the hurricane of my life, and you think that I'm ungrateful, or stupid, or sharing too much - remember, I actually know every single person on my FB page and they KNOW ME.  AND - they like a little giggle knowing the pay-back I'm getting - 'payin' for my raisin'' as my mom says.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for posting HERE - for the WORLD to see - anyone who has a 16 year old daughter KNOWS how much you love them, but at the same time - want to rip your hair out dealing with them!!!  I love my baby girl, but I'm relieved to know that I have three BOYS to deal with as teenagers - I can't handle another "ME".  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-674938320377387625?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/674938320377387625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=674938320377387625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/674938320377387625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/674938320377387625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/05/everyone-can-read-this.html' title='Everyone can read this....'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5388435800012561888</id><published>2010-05-05T01:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:44:20.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite of Mondays</title><content type='html'>Was in a pissy mood yesterday, and it has 'slightly' improved today. Did a lot of sleeping today, just not in the mood to 'live'.  And by "live" I mean DO THINGS.  Just feeling lazy.  I'm wiped out...when you spend a day crying all day/night, it takes a toll.  SO - I was seeking out friends to make me laugh today, and things to make it better....so in that spirit - an 'opposite of Monday blog'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy and/or smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The laughter of my children.  One good belly laugh is enough to lift my spirit and make it last all day!  And they are SO good at makin' momma laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Not having to take finals.  I'm not having one in Human Sexuality, and have more than enough points for an "A" in Minority groups, so ONE online test, and two others that are going to drive me insane, but I'll manage! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My pink rose bush has blooms on it.  Granny is thinking of me! :)  I think I look forward to those pink blooms more than any other thing about Spring.  My constant reminder of the love she had for me. Well, for KENT b/c they were for HIM. *giggle*  LOVE YOU GRANNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Realizing that things are just 'things'.  I have my kiddos.  I have my husband.  I'm lucky enough to have my mommy!  HELL, I'm lucky enough to have my Bubby!!  So what if my phone was ruined.....it can't love me back (even though multiple texts from friends make me feel love!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm going tomorrow to buy a new calendar.  I bet I get it on clearance! :)  No more 'depending on my iphone calendar!'.  I'm going to WRITE IT DOWN.  Can't lose it that way! :)  AND - I get to use MULTIPLE COLOR HIGHLIGHTERS!!!!  THAT alone makes it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  New episodes of my favorite shows.  NCIS tonight and Criminal Minds tomorrow! :)  I have too many shows to list, but those are two I look forward to.  Of course SUPERNATURAL will be new Thursday, and I'm worried about 'MY' Dean....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Having a clean house.  This doesn't happen very often, and if it DOES, it doesn't last long.  I'm hoping after finals week I'll stay on top of it more....yeah, here's to hopin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Being able to pay the bills one more month.  Going to sit down tomorrow and make out checks.  Of course, it would be more satisfying if my UNEMPLOYMENT papers for last month had come - but, I'll get all $500 and something at once, and that should cover my treatments. Sa-WEET! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  HAVING ZERO PAIN in my back!!!  Okay, I exaggerate a bit...there IS still pain, but my new pills are working - so at the sign of any pain, I take a pill and it goes away.  Finally not falling asleep from them.  Can't wait until I can have my treatments and won't need the pills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Having my friend Angela back in my life!  I forgot how much we laughed together in school....we have great memories, and are only making more!  LOVE YOU GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Knowing that my best friend who is my twin is getting to go home!  I'm praying that it is going to be more peaceful and bring contentment to Kelsey Kay and Caitlyn.  AND - Laury gets to be close to momma!!!  I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Looking at pics of my Baby Sammy!!  He's ALMOST a year old!!!  I can't believe it!!!  That reminds me, I should probably MAIL the presents I've accummulated since christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  The satisfaction from blogging.  I can't really explain it, but I feel like I've accomplished something if I actually post something!  Now...if it only made a difference for those reading it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now to read my book - ooohhh...that's #14. Reading a book for pleasure, and not b/c it's for school!!  OH!!! And snuggling with my honey!  I love that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to find a picture that makes me smile and post it....maybe baby Sammy....or roses or something....Alright - found it.  Avery with our pet Chicks.  I'd like to introduce you to "CHAR-LAY", "Kevin" and "Dug".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/S-ETnUAGtiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N10J3bfnAHc/s1600/Ave+and+birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/S-ETnUAGtiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N10J3bfnAHc/s200/Ave+and+birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467672988709467682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5388435800012561888?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5388435800012561888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5388435800012561888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5388435800012561888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5388435800012561888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/05/opposite-of-mondays.html' title='Opposite of Mondays'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/S-ETnUAGtiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N10J3bfnAHc/s72-c/Ave+and+birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8875956435781879315</id><published>2010-05-04T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:20:23.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't like it, too bad.</title><content type='html'>I just had the worst Monday.  Before you read any further, know that I had a bad day.  I KNOW that it could have been worse. I KNOW that people are worse off.  I also know that I should be thankful for the good things, but TODAY - today I'm going to complain.  Because, by golly, I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I received a "C" on the paper I did.  I worked MY TUSH off doing this paper.  It is honestly the best paper I have EVER written.  I "thought" that I had followed the right format - given the notes I took.  I guess I just misunderstood....the paper was supposed to be 10-12 pages total - including the title page, abstract, and references.  I had three pages with pictures.  SO - 14 pages later - I thought it rocked.  HOWEVER - I didn't 'double space' the body of the paper, so she gave me a C instead of the A I deserved.  She said it didn't really matter b/c I still have an A in the class.  Whatever - That was my WORK - my HARD WORK.  And it was A quality.  She sucks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ruined my outfit today.  Spilled coffee on my favorite shirt and ruined my favorite pair of capris.  I hope it washes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  After my horrible reaction to my paper - I made a fool of myself crying about it.  And my husband says, "I can't be consoling - you have an A in the class".  I didn't just need to be consoled.....I needed someone to say, "You're right - she sucks and your paper rocked" and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I can't fix my daughter's broken heart, and can't let go enough to let her grow up.  I either suck as a mother, or I am so great that she just can't see it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  In all my 'woe is me' I came home and threw my clothes in the laundry with their coffee stains and Kent promptly washed them - YAY - what a great husband.  WAIT FOR IT.....WITH my IPHONE in the pocket.  :/  I currently have it in a bag of rice to draw out the moisture....which is what every website recommends.  I plugged it in and tried to turn it on and saw the apple emblem very faintly.  Perhaps it may work.  If not, I'm going to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I've been having some MESSED up dreams lately.  Messed with my head today.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Someone kinda 'trashed talked' me on a public forum today.  Personally - I don't care what people say about me, but when they question my MOTHER or MY VALUES....kinda get defensive.  Especially when I'm RIGHT.  :p  AND - I'm out there - I'm NOT anonymous.  Coward.  I let it get to me, then realized that if they are too cowardice to use their name - to put a face to their words - they aren't worth my time.  Still pissed me off - b/c it was the 'icing on the cake' for me.  Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm getting good at the whole 'list' thing.  Well, whatever. Gets my thoughts out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I worry about my friends far too much.  AND sometimes 'friends' hurt me, and I just let them and don't say anything for fear that I'll hurt their feelings.  Kinda drove me insane this weekend.  SO - YOU HURT MY FEELINGS and I AM REALLY PISSED OFF AT YOU.  There, I said it.  They know who they are.  I know they know, b/c I told them that privately too.  Just saying it here b/c I'm complaining about my day, and that just annoyed me 'enough' to make the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - if you are texting me, or calling me, or I have  an appointment or the kids have some practice or game and I'm not there - it's b/c my phone is DEAD.  I lost my calendar, and, basically my whole life tonight in the washer.  Stupid washer.  Tomorrow I'm going to wake up and be happy and embrace the day and celebrate that I finished my Minorities class with an A without taking the final, and that there is no final in my Human Sexuality class, and I only have two finals to really worry about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and it's not funny anymore.  You know who you are.  I don't, but you do.  Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8875956435781879315?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8875956435781879315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8875956435781879315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8875956435781879315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8875956435781879315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-dont-like-it-too-bad.html' title='If you don&apos;t like it, too bad.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5737980392710975131</id><published>2010-05-03T02:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:12:00.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random....who am I kidding?</title><content type='html'>....I'm sure it will be more than 10.  It's late, I'm in pain, and the drugs are just *barely* starting to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm so impressed that "My Best Friend That Lives Far Away" has been blogging on a regular basis (unlike me :/ ) b/c then I can kinda feel like she doesn't live so far away, and I can share her life a little more.  This is a great thing, b/c I really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I found Blase again - not sure if he's still reading MY blog or not (when I actually find the time/energy/topic to blog) but he moved addys and I just realized it - see - just had time to look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I've been drinking water all day - I think I've finally - FINALLY - gotten the hydration levels evened out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I lost my new glasses.  Yeah, that whole, "On the face, or in the case" rule that I preach to Tristan - I don't follow it either.  So, I'm using my Avon reading glasses - my eyes are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I've spent entirely too much time on the computer lately - although, I did clean my room today, and the plants were trimmed and fixed and the yard cleaned - until Kent ran over wire that Tristan left in the yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm allergic to cats - and I actually HATE them.  I currently own (or they own me) THREE cats - only one I like - and one just had THREE kittens.  Sadly, even kitten babies are CUTE and I can't quit petting and loving them.  Hence: Rash on my arms, legs and feet.  :/  It's worth it though, when they do that whole snuggle-looking-for-food-thing.  I want a baby!!!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Classes are almost over.  THANK GOD.  I have ONE more day of Human Sexuality with "Ms. LOUD MOUTH know-it-all" to put up with.  I think she has her presentation tomorrow - unless she did it after I left early last week *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Just had to stop and itch and put on itchy cream b/c #6 made me remember that I'm itchy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I think I have a test tomorrow - but I missed the review b/c I left early last week to go to the BRAVES game. *sigh* that the Cardinals pulled out their ass and won.  Stupid cards.  Oh - and I still have that test.  Stupid test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Added another major last week.  I'm officially seeking my degree in Human Services with an emphasis in Leadership AND a BS in Criminal Justice.  I'm so excited!  Wouldn't it be cool if this led to a job in the FBI, like on Criminal Minds??? I know it won't happen - but wouldn't it be COOL.  Especially if MORGAN was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Got new meds for my back.  First time a pill has 'removed' the pain in years.  I'm actually able to sleep at night!  Of course, tonight, my brain won't shut off.  I haven't figured out why yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I'm really sad that there is a little girl who I care a lot about that (has always) is posting things on the internet that are just completely inappropriate.  I'd tell her family, but they wouldn't give two hoots in hell.  15 and bragging about the sex she's had and how many partners.....Thank GOD I have the daughter I do - who has self respect, and a BRAIN.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FOUR weeks and Laury gets to GO HOME!!! I'm so excited for her!!!  And the girls!!  AND - maybe they can come visit after the move!!!  Stay in Branson with us in August too!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I seriously think that someone needs to start a support group for farmville addicts.  I'd be an active member.....and I'd 'post' all the stuff I'd learned for others to gather...*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Ever had a song just practically bring you to your knees with memories?  That happened to me last night.  Twice.  In TEN minutes.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  We talked about Serial Killers at dinner tonight....somehow my kids all started planning careers as assassins, snipers, etc......Until I started talking about what happens to those people in prison.....cured them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I miss Joe Pancake.  He needs to come cook for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  My 'father' was in the state of Missouri all this month.  I left school pictures of the kids with his friend he stays with.  I didn't hear a peep out of him.  Good thing I didn't mention it to the kids.  I'm so over him, but the kids keeps asking about him.  Sad - for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I had the BEST feeling this week.  Tristan stayed at my mom's last night and beat her in cards - Malice and Spite.  3 out of 5 games.  He asked several times today if he could go play more with her.  He AND Avery AND Rogan went to hang out to play cards.  It sooooooooooooo reminded me of playing Rummy (or Malice and Spite) with Granny when I was their ages.  I'm so incredibly thankful mommy is just across the road now, and the kids can hang out with her anytime they want (and they DO want to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  The boys need a haircut.  Kent is going to take them Tuesday.  I'd go along with the long hair thing again, but they look so NICE when it's cut.  Some 'cool' parent I've turned out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I just realized I'm at 21......told you my brain wouldn't shut off.  Just a few more and then I'll go try to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I took my Iphone into the "APPLE" store in St. Louis.  Took 30 minutes from start to finish to FIX MY PHONE.  I've had it since October? with a screen that was blurry and faded with lines through it - and 10 minutes is all it took to FIX IT.  For FREE.  Yes, you heard that right - FREE.  I love BOB at the Apple store!!  And I'm actually impressed with Apple and their customer service IN THE STORE.  Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I've just realized that the rash on my arm has spread to both arms, up to my shoulders.....all in the few minutes I've been typing.  Time for Benedryl.  NOW I'll sleep for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Finals next week - only 3 to worry about - the other 2 are open book/notes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to bed peeps - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5737980392710975131?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5737980392710975131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5737980392710975131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5737980392710975131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5737980392710975131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-randomwho-am-i-kidding.html' title='10 Random....who am I kidding?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3318780906087259090</id><published>2010-04-16T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:06:02.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to feel.</title><content type='html'>Was awoken by a phone call this morning....bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN - got a phone call with GOOD news.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel. :/  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I called to get into the pain clinic - I had a great visit - he was sure he knew the problem, but didn't want to treat without an MRI.  Went the next morning for the MRI, and was feeling GREAT about the costs (insurance is covering all but $200!!) and was SOOOOOO relieved that I was going to get treatment and a 'cure' for my pain!!!  I might live a normal life for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from the MRI and got a call about my 'female tests'.  This was a 6 months follow up from an 'abnormal' pap from before.  It was 'low-grade' then.  It has since turned to HIGH-grade (precancerous) and I need more tests - biopsy even.  The next day the pain clinic called to schedule my Steroid blocks, and I mentioned the biopsy the following week.  They called me back and told me - NO TREATMENT until that is all settled, b/c IF it IS Cancer - the steroids will just make the Cancer spread and grow.  SO - no pain relief. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to a call telling me that the first tests done showed the 'high risk' strain and that is BAD news - it is most likely that I will develop Cervical Cancer if I don't do something.  I have to wait until the 28th to get the biopsy.  BUT - they are hopeful - I'm 34, had 'all the children I'm going to have' and getting a hysterectomy would be wise. :(  Sorry folks, I just don't feel like this womb is ready....What if (GOD FORBID) something happened to Kent.  Seriously - What if Jensen Ackles or *any* New Kid on the Block wants kids when we get together???  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - to sum up - I was excited because I was getting pain treatment.  I was devestated to find out I *may* have Cancer.  I was excited that my treatment was scheduled, and devastated to know they cancelled it.  Devasted to hear it's the riskiest kind, and hysterectomy is an option.  Excited to hear my summer school is paid for.  Oh - that, yeah - after the call this morning, I get another call.  Ozark Action WILL be able to pay for my summer class + books and materials. Of course this is ALL dependant upon my being able to GO to summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 10 page paper due Monday, and I haven't started it.  I had some research materials, but I've sinced changed my topic.  I do know how I want to do it, and have an outline 'in my head'.  I do have ZERO desire to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The porch was power-washed last weekend, and the 'stuff' that goes on the porch is in our front yard - we look like Sanford and Son (more so than usual) and I really need to get it painted.  Krysteena is at state competition for FFA, and she wanted to help, so I don't want to start on it.  I sorted through all the paperwork in this house last night, to put in the filing cabinet, and it is in piles all over my living room.  Again, ZERO desire to put it away.  Sanford and Son IN the house today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....I don't know how to feel.  I look around and see my friends with bigger problesm, and I feel like a total ass for worrying about mine.  And then I feel horrible for being excited about my class this summer being paid for - when other people do not have the money.  Happy, sad, worried, relieved, stressed, devastated, etc.  What to feel?  The scary thing is this: I just want to sit and cry.  I don't think I'll fall into a deep depression *crosses fingers*, but I just want to cry today.  I think I may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write a 'happier' post later.  I just can't today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe, and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3318780906087259090?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3318780906087259090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3318780906087259090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3318780906087259090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3318780906087259090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-how-to-feel.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to feel.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3013368930735084648</id><published>2010-04-14T02:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:48:09.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy the CARP out of me...</title><content type='html'>1. People who don't use their turn signals.  SERIOUSLY - braking abrubtly and then looking at me like I'M the one crazy.....puhleeeaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  There are these little mothy-mosquitoey-knatey things that keep landing on my gel screen....when I squish them - yucky black goo....ANNOYS THE CARP out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Boys.  Stupid boys, with their stupid boy penises.  If you don't realize you're one of them - look down.  Penis?  Then, yes.  I'm talking about YOU.  'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  People who talk too much and loud and expect everyone to agree - while in class.  Seriously - you're a white-trash, redneck, IDIOT.  I'm not agreeing with your toothless mouth.  That was harsh, but seriously - they annoy the CARP out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Stupid, stupid phone calls that 'give you bad news' and then want to schedule a time (other than NOW) to discuss options.  "Why, thank you for making me google every possible scenario and make me plan my funeral....with the HOPE that it isn't necessary".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  People who don't understand pain.  Especially when they don't understand fibromyalgia pain.....it's real.  SERIOUSLY.  I'll trade you MY pain for your, um...'annoyance' any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  People who want to coach their own kid, but don't realize it isn't just THEIR family on the field.  Seriously - keep the babies at HOME, not ON THE FIELD.  I paid a LOT of money for my child to learn the game.....when he has to quit learning to avoid hurting the baby you're letting run on the field - it's frustrating.  AND, you have NO CLUE how to handle 20 kids alone.  Give it back to the people who KNOW the game and can handle it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  People who claim to be Christians and pretended to be my 'church family'.  If you were a Christian - you'd act like the one who actually carried on a conversation with me - and actually CARED about me.  You are not better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Myself.  I annoy the CARP out of myself.  All these little things stirring in my head make me blow-up and get cranky.  I hate that.  I REALLY do.  AND - I'm finding it hard not to be 'snippy' about things that annoy me, hence the blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  MAP testing at school.  Teachers stress, the kids stress, and frankly - they are USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Not having a 'last resort' after tonight.  :/  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  People who don't send gifts or post things if they 'play games' on FB.  No fair.  We do it, you should too! Dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  "The Dork".  They know who they are.  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  People who read this and thought, "I hope she doesn't stop at 13".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  People who scrolled up to count again.  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Situations that remind me that I need to go to bed....and this is one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3013368930735084648?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3013368930735084648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3013368930735084648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3013368930735084648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3013368930735084648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-annoy-carp-out-of-me.html' title='Things that annoy the CARP out of me...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7339711594948018810</id><published>2010-04-04T01:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:25:27.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony's 'make you think' Questions...</title><content type='html'>1. Tell us about the last time you really got hurt:  Physically - I was hooking up my modem, and was squatted down....went to sit down and landed on the leg of my computer chair...right on my tailbone.  I screamed so loud - the kids were worried.  It didn't hurt again until the next day - and now I'm in constant pain, and ready to start shootin' morphine!!  Emotionally - hhhmm.....let's say that it wasn't nice, but he apologized, and all is good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your oldest possession? I have an embroidered picture that my great-grandma made....and a bedspread.  I also have school books and dishes that belonged to Kent's great-grandparents.  My oldest personal possession is the outfit that I wore home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have any phobias? I have an extreme fear of grasshoppers.  Seriously - those are the creepiest things on the planet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What values did your parents instill in you? You work for what you need, as long and as hard as you need to. There are more....I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your plans for Easter? I'm getting up to watch the kids get their baskets, then prolly going back to bed.  Oh - we'll do an egg hunt too.  Kent is gonna grill some chicken and that's pretty much it.... I don't believe in 'churches' anymore - so that's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell us about 3 fads from your teenage years. BIG hair, rolled jeans, and TROLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell us what is the most important attribute in a lover. Everything Kent is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What new piece of technology have you resisted buying and what would it take for you to change your mind? The Kindle....not sure I really 'get it', but I'd take one if it was free - just to try it and write a review! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7339711594948018810?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7339711594948018810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7339711594948018810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7339711594948018810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7339711594948018810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/04/harmonys-make-you-think-questions.html' title='Harmony&apos;s &apos;make you think&apos; Questions...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8294756854111263719</id><published>2010-03-19T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:53:21.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the week...</title><content type='html'>So the last two weeks of school have been busy - tests, papers, presentations.  I completely bombed my presentation for Postive Psychology - I had it together the week before, but when I presented a week late, I just stumbled and stammered and sounded like a fool.  ME - TALKING - in front of a group!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about Older women and Younger men in my Human Sexuality class....I'm all for that....NO - wait, I can't be - Kent is OLDER than me ;)  JUST KIDDING - I love my man!  But this led to how older MEN are proscecuted far more often than older Women when they are with kids younger than the age of consent.  The "teacher" from Willow who was arrested and charged with a LOT of charges - is listed on the family watchdog site - proscecuted for ONE count of 2nd degree sodomy.  Makes me sick.  Had it been a MALE - he'd be locked up.  Freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really exciting in my other classes....just the usual.  Our school's weight loss challenge started - the first week I lost 7 pounds, this week nothing - but I didn't gain either.  :/  Hopefully will do better this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left for North Carolina on Wednesday evening - after I took my workforce issues test.  Drove for a little over 13 hours straight.  By the time we got here, I couldn't walk.  My back was hurting so bad!!  I'm going to contact the pain treatment center when I get home - gonna have to.  NOT looking forward to the drive home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with my Aunt Marlene and Uncle Philip....Melissa and Carlee came over and Carlee is the cutest baby girl EVER!!!  She has latched on to Avery - as most kids do!  And she's 'playing with her friends' and 'I love my cousins'.  AND she has an accent just like Melissa's and I LOVE IT! :)  My favorite-est cousin Scotty will be here Sunday and I get to meet his wife.  I'm trying to keep an open mind, but no one is good enough for my Scotty! :p  Seriously though - the family loves her, so I'm sure I will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mystery Hill today - I'd share the link to the place, but I don't really want to recommend them.  It was $74 for the 'tour' of the place....sheesh...what a JOKE.  The kids DID enjoy it though!  I think the adults didn't need to go through.  Tristan got car sick on the drive up - a CURVY mountain rode, BEAUTIFUL views, but nasty curves. He said afterwards "getting sick was SO worth it!!!"  So, as long as they had a blast and made awesome memories!!  I'll post pics when I get home!  They had a 'vortex room' where gravity worked differently.  Balls rolled uphill, and water flowed uphill....and it felt like it was pulling you down when you tried to walk.  Then we had a bubble room - the kids got to be encased in a huge bubble - they liked that too.  Then we had a great lunch and came back to the hotel.  The kids went to the 'gym' in the hotel - by gym, we mean, 4 machines.  One weights, two treadmills, and one bike.  WOW.  Now, everyone is snoring except Tristan, JJ, and I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going swimming, then the kids are going out for pizza with Uncle Philip and I'm going to party with Melissa! :)  WOOHOO!!!  Then BBQ on Sunday with Scotty and his wife, then we are heading home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, signing off and goign to try to sleep some more....was wide awake when it was time to try earlier!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8294756854111263719?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8294756854111263719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8294756854111263719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8294756854111263719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8294756854111263719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-week.html' title='End of the week...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7731443978894479648</id><published>2010-03-08T02:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:48:18.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?  What to say?</title><content type='html'>Trying to come up with something to write about...googled all kinds of 'topics' things.  Came up with a lot of 'areas' to blog about, but nothing that fit ME.  Sometimes I could write for hours, and other times - I can't think of a thing to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been good the last couple of weeks - nothing 'huge' to talk about.  In my minority groups class - I had a classic "Obama hater" who chose to pick a fight with me.  I put him in his place in one witty comeback - and the professor was impressed, I think.  I hate idiots.  I really, really HATE idiots.  I don't care if you don't like him - he IS our PRESIDENT.  Live with it.  I lived with the 'Dubya' fiasco for 8 years.....get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago Wednesday....I came down with a cough....the congestion set in by morning, and the ears were throbbing.  I've officially had this 'crud' for almost 2 weeks.  I've had friends tell me that I should go - or should have gone....to the doctor.  Antibiotics won't help - maybe with the ear infections, but I practice a 'less is better' approach to those - given the problems my kids have had with them.  The ears aren't hurting anymore, and I have my voice back - to the chagrine of a few....:p  I postponed my presentation in Positive Psych b/c I had little voice, and still felt completely cruddy.  I missed two classes this week - and I don't ever do that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new laptop this week for school.  I think for around the $400 I spent - it's going to be a GREAT help for me.  The only drawback is that I can now watch the TV while on the laptop.  Or lay in bed on the laptop.  Must remember to keep depression in check and NOT live in my bed!  I don't think this will be a problem, as I'm pretty happy lately!  I do love doing my homework on the couch instead of at the desk....has helped my back pain immensley....Sa-WEET! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a few episodes of 20/20/48 hours/dateline/60 minutes this week - all about husbands killing their wives b/c of affairs.  Let me just say this - I'm happy I have the husband I do, b/c he would NEVER do that!!!  Those shows make me sick - I can't imagine getting a thought in your head that murder would be easier than divorce....SERIOUSLY?  When confronted with the options, you chose KILLING someone over a divorce?  REALLY?  I've been around a lot of people who have divorced - and while it isn't the BEST option for the kids - it's WAY better than MURDER.  Dumb@sses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly addicted to farmville this week.  We can collect gold this month instead of valentines.  I'm currently #1....but that changes every few minutes.  I have almost 400 - and that's after 2 days.  What can I say...I like being #1!!!!  Also another reason the lapop is a blessing/curse.  I can check my gold status from the living room or bedroom....I know...jealous, aren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed soon....Kent is home after a week of working out of state, and it's nice to have someone to snuggle with again.  :)  Have I mentioned that I love my hubby?  Cuz I do...he's pretty hot....:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7731443978894479648?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7731443978894479648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7731443978894479648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7731443978894479648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7731443978894479648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-to-do-what-to-say.html' title='What to do?  What to say?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3793244872454181529</id><published>2010-03-07T00:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:56:40.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah....</title><content type='html'>I'm going to write a blog tomorrow about procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3793244872454181529?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3793244872454181529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3793244872454181529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3793244872454181529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3793244872454181529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah.html' title='Yeah....'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1924341051019847341</id><published>2010-02-27T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:51:00.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google me this...</title><content type='html'>Being sick since Wednesday, and spending all this time at home - I have found some interesting 'tricks' or 'funnies' to occupy YOU.  Check them out. My personal favorite is the Me in 10 years....LOL.  Post others, if you know any! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Go to google and type in "ewmew fudd' and hit the "I'm feeling lucky button"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to google and type in "Where is Chuck Norris" and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Why are me....and see the list of 'suggested searches'.  (this is for Blase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Why does my husband (daughter, son, etc).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Type in "Me in 10 years" and hit the 'I'm feeling lucky" button *LMFAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Type in "Google Loco" and hit the "IFL" Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Type in "Google Gothic" and the "IFL" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Type in "xx-piglatin' and the "IFL" Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1924341051019847341?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1924341051019847341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1924341051019847341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1924341051019847341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1924341051019847341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/google-me-this.html' title='Google me this...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4729011039656499733</id><published>2010-02-24T00:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:21:07.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin Pospisil</title><content type='html'>For my best friend Carolyn, who doesn't sleep at night, like the rest of us.  She's always missing Erin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video made by her little sister Amber....Erin - can't wait to meet you - come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teuXVrmBTWk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/teuXVrmBTWk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/5738594422482390786-4729011039656499733?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://helpfindachild.com/' title='Erin Pospisil'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4729011039656499733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4729011039656499733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4729011039656499733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4729011039656499733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/erin-pospisil.html' title='Erin Pospisil'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-2133039936087129092</id><published>2010-02-23T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:18:13.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY YOU!!!!</title><content type='html'>PHANTOM CALLER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever called me tonight, and promised an 'email' and "call me back if you want to".  Um....I haven't gotten an email on ANY of my accounts, and your call was 'Out of Area" and *69 didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - if you REALLY want to contact me.....call again.  Or use the RIGHT email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-2133039936087129092?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/2133039936087129092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=2133039936087129092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/2133039936087129092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/2133039936087129092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-you.html' title='HEY YOU!!!!'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-9081589114851920015</id><published>2010-02-18T00:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:10:49.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>1.  I wonder why I never really got into the X-files when it came out?  I'm starting at season one and watching through (I've done that with many shows) and I'm liking it.  Of course....the hair and clothes are GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Going to see my best friends next month!  I miss them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  While I enjoy the look of my lip piercing, I can't quit chewing on it, despite getting the smallest hoop or using a post.  I may take it out tomorrow, for just the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have two zits on the inside edge of my nose.  Most painful thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Joined a weight-loss challenge today at the college.  Four of us - starts March 1.  Guess I'm going to have to break out the Wii fit again! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My daughter got BEAUTIFUL roses for Valentine's day.  I'm a little jealous - but then i remember - they die.  Waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have three cats - and I'm allergic.  I need to get rid of two of them - the third one I love too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I got new shoes this weekend - two pairs, actually.  I'm not a 'shoe person', but I have to admit....I like how I feel in new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I don't understand why people are obsessed with watching the Olympics.  Maybe that's b/c I've never been a 'sports person', but I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  There wasn't a new episode of Criminal Minds tonight, and I felt completely lost without it. :/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it....the other stuff on my mind, I'm not blogging about.  My MOM reads this!!! LOL  Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-9081589114851920015?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9081589114851920015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=9081589114851920015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/9081589114851920015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/9081589114851920015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3358290222632968461</id><published>2010-02-17T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:32:53.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that really make me HAPPY.</title><content type='html'>I said I'd do this....I'm in a MUCH better mood today, so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My NKOTB DVD has been shipped....should be here in a day or two.  CAN'T WAIT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My mom sold her house...closing is Friday.  (actually, I'm not really sure how this makes me feel - it's been ours for 31 years) BUT - my mom is happy, and that makes ME happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm eating chocolate chip cookie dough.  Yummmy....mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My bills are all paid.  FINALLY - I'm caught up, and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My puppies are getting their hair cut today - and then they will be pretty, and smell good, and I can get puppy luvins'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When Kent takes Rogan to school at noon, NO KIDS until 3:00pm.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm going to KC for Spring break - and I'll get to see all my best friends that live far away.  WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I received over 400 Valentines on farmville.  I felt the love....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kent's making dinner tonight. That ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Did I mention that my NKOTB DVD is on it's way?  Cuz that REALLY makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3358290222632968461?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3358290222632968461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3358290222632968461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3358290222632968461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3358290222632968461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-that-really-make-me-happy.html' title='10 things that really make me HAPPY.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7329661984825346472</id><published>2010-02-16T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:59:06.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things (or more) that really TICK ME OFF.</title><content type='html'>1.  People who think that 'being nice to your face' and 'backstabbing you when you turn around' is what makes a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People who bring up random 'carp' in class that has NOTHING to do with the subject at hand.  Really?  Tanning = racism??  Mail-order-brides = ??? um....yeah - I can't even IMAGINE where that came from in the discussion we were having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  People who don't text back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My kids not picking up their JUNK and putting it away.  They didn't &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be pigs.....not sure how it got this bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who think that everyone in the world is reading topix, and they care about what it says about you.  QUIT bringing it up in every class - this is just showing everyone that you are an attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Falling asleep and missing the visit with my friend that I was looking forward to.  My fault....but it still ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Being the 'bad cop' at home.  COME ON - I made a decision - please help me enforce it.  If you don't agree, let's talk after they are in bed, and compromise about it then - not in front of them.  I'm tired of being the wicked witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My iphone screen is still foggy.  I don't wanna pay to fix it.  It was like this when I got it....and I'm tired of dealing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I"m really, REALLY ticked off that all my friends moved away.  :(  more SAD than ticked....but seriously - what's the deal?  I know, I know....it was all for the RIGHT reasons, but I don't have to &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Being in pain.  Always, always....in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - my blood is boiling.....later I'll post 10 things that make me HAPPY.  Carry on and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7329661984825346472?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7329661984825346472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7329661984825346472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7329661984825346472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7329661984825346472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-or-more-that-really-tick-me.html' title='10 things (or more) that really TICK ME OFF.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3055232795199938166</id><published>2010-02-16T08:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:18:26.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in review...</title><content type='html'>...late again.  LOL - Most of my classes were cancelled last week, so I didn't have much to write about; however, I do now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....Monday and Tuesday classes were cancelled.  Wednesday I had 'workforce issues' and we went to class (this is with the 'first-time-teacher') and went over our chapter.  She gave us our questions at the beginning of class, and then informed us that there were a couple questions that had two different answers (I found them, and wrote the page numbers last week) and that the key she was going by was wrong.  SO - she doesn't think these questions will really help us, but is going to let us do them anyway.  *puzzled look*  THEN - we watched "Liar Liar" with Jim Carey.  Well, THEY watched it - I went home.  This chapter was dealing with ethics in the workplace, so I get the connection - but....nah, would rather be at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was "Positive Psychology".  *sigh*  We had two great presentations - they set the bar HIGH for those of us who follow.....I hope I do as well!  Part of this chapter was concerned with relationships, and how other people affect our moods, and our health.  Our 'reaction paper' (where we write at the end of the class) was about that - "Do you agree or disagree that relationships with people affect our health - why or why not - use personal examples from your own life".  Whew....wrong topic for me - especially given who the teacher is.  Now remember me mentioning that this professor's daughter is the one who fired me from my last job?  WELL - He is also a Deacon from that church.  And if you have read my blog for very long, you know how that job affected my health, and my life.  I wrote a VERY honest response - and I'm curious now as to how he is going to treat me next week.  :/  I'm positive that the people who attend that church don't even think about how I was completely 'shunned' when I lost my job - except those who are doing it on purpose.  I just hope it was an eye-opener.  I'm not the first employee who has been treated this way, and I'm sure I won't be the last.  And I'm DEFINITELY not the first church member treated this way.  The saddest part is that I just have no need for church anymore.  None.  I love God, and I want to follow his word, and live a good life - but I don't ever see me being part of a congregation ever again.  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice....shame on ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Valentine's Day was this last weekend.  Yeah...we haven't celebrated V-day since we met in 1995...well, we met December 23, 1994...and I had Nanny make a "Death by Chocolate" cake for us for V-day.  Of course, I used that as an excuse to get Nanny's cake!!!  I didn't give two hoots about the holiday!  SO - for V-day this year - I ordered NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK'S new DVD set for myself....Kent got...um....yeah - nothing.  We took the kids to Barnes &amp; Noble, and they each got to pick out several books.  The fact that my kids choose BOOKS over anything else for a present - makes me PROUD.  And they are GOOD books!  I usually get my mom carnations - but didn't find any this year - so I got her a snickers bar.  Which, really, is WAY better than flowers!!!  RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of research about fibromyalgia lately - this is what I'm sure I have.  The doc thinks maybe so (she put me on all the meds for it) and I've decided I'm going to educate my readers about it.  No one really 'gets it' unless they know someone with it.  My pain is usually in my lower back and hips...I think it stems from wrecking the van when I was preggo with Rogan, and then I fell down the stairs three times in the next year, crackin' my butt bone.  That coupled with the enormous stress I was under working for Mr. 'I'mbetterthanyou'.  Some days my neck and shoulders just HURT.  And the top of my check into my neck.  Occasionally my knees hurt - but my arms....oh man, my arms are KILLING me today.  It hurts to lift them.  And it's a pain you can't really describe.  It's just THERE.  I'm posting a link to the mayoclinic....read all about it.   http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/fibromyalgia/DS00079&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright....Gonna try to get some energy together to vacuum.  I'm thinking I can't, so I'll end up playing on farmville, and eventually finishing my homework that is due tonight.  Stay safe and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3055232795199938166?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3055232795199938166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3055232795199938166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3055232795199938166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3055232795199938166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-in-review.html' title='The week in review...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-416264971471587154</id><published>2010-02-11T00:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:11:23.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People are Crazy.</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying to come up with a 'topic' to blog about....not many things happening this week that is fun, or entertaining...EXCEPT - every morning this week I've awoken (awakened?) to my eyes swollen, rash on my face, sneezing, etc.  Finally went to the doc this morning, as my eyebrow piercing had embedded in the swelling, and we had to dig it out - it's now infected.  Thanks Mr. Allergy man.  :/  SO - a healthy dose of steroids, benedryl, and antibiotics - and I'm feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I sit and worry about paying for the doctor (I knew I had to be SEEN - they won't just give you meds!) I posted on facebook.  What do I get?  Smart @ss comments.  Or, commenT.  Seriously - if I didn't want to see when or how often someone posted, I'd remove them from my feed.  Why do YOU care when, or for how long I'm online?  For the record - my computer is in the dining room - which is smack-dab (yes, I think that's a real word) in the middle of my house.  Centrally located to keep tabs on my kids while THEY are online - they each have an hour of 'play time' and I'm a hyper-vigilant monitor of internet use.  My homepage is Facebook.  If I see someone has responded to a post, and I'm not busy - I'll stop and check it.  Some days I just don't have time to play, but most days I keep my sanity by being a part of my 780some friends' lives.  Don't like seeing me there - GO AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which - I can totally see why they think I'm always on there - farmville started with the "Valentines" thing this week.  It's like an obsession to be the first to click for a 'bonus' or 'collectible' or 'Valentine" or best of all - "A Valentine PRIZE".  And besides - I've gotten 188 Valentines so far.  I feel the love!  And who doesn't want free love man!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left class tonight (early - and I'll explain in my end-of-the-week blog) my windows were frosted over.  No biggie - started the van, kicked up the heat and defrost buttons....and realized it was INSIDE the van.  I had to scrape ice from the INSIDE of my van.  NONE on the outside - only the inside.  Weird.  Couldn't even tell Kent about it when I got home, b/c everyone except the daughter child was asleep!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow, I'm going to stay after class and write the paper and get an article for my class from tonight.  Then I'll be done with all the work in THIS class and can start on my Positive Psych paper.  Good plan.  We'll see how the benedryl is making me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to worry that no one is reading my ramblings....if you are reading, post something to me!  If I get enough readers, I'm going to figure out that whole "get paid to blog" thing I've heard about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - and it's Valentine's Day this weekend.  WOOHOO!!!  YIPPEE SKIPPEE!!!!  Oh, wait, I'm not a high school girl anymore.....I haven't celebrated Valentine's day since I met Kent.  15 years ago.  I always get the kids something - but we've never found a good enough reason to waste money on flowers that will die, chocolate that.....wait - CHOCOLATE IS NEVER A WASTE.....stuffed animals that take up space, or any of the other gooey-schmooey carp you can get for a loved one.  I have more jewelry than I can wear at one time, and Kent's just not a lovey-dovey kinda guy.  I did tell him though - he's buying me NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK's new DVD set this year.  He asked today if I had received it yet, or should he intercept the mail and wrap it.  I told him to bite me.  See - what a day for lovers....*rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the kiddos will be heading back to school tomorrow.  This is a great thing, as we were all going crazy cooped up here for 4...5? days. We all got a break the other night - they stayed at Grandma's house (well, 2 of them did) and it was soooo quiet here!  I'm sure I can't say the same for my mother's house....*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the tax return this week.  Looks like the bills WILL be paid off, and then new clothes for the kiddos!  Won't be lookin' like orphans anymore!  This is a good thing.  I think I may even get a pair of shoes....I haven't had new shoes....well....I can't remember how long ago.  That's sad.  WAIT! Maybe I'll splurge and get a PURSE too.  I'm sooooo NOT a shopper.  I'd still be wearing stone-washed jeans (with rolled legs) and sweatshirts if I could get away with it!  Oh, wait....that's pretty much my wardrobe now - minus the rolled leg jeans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've blogged enough tonight.  I feel accomplished.  Gonna go crash. (translated = the benedryl is kicking my tush)  Stay safe, and carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-416264971471587154?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/416264971471587154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=416264971471587154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/416264971471587154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/416264971471587154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-crazy.html' title='People are Crazy.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4200404129795465904</id><published>2010-02-10T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:07:12.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorilla Doctors - Gorilla Doctors Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gorilladoctorsblog.org/"&gt;Gorilla Doctors - Gorilla Doctors Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4200404129795465904?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gorilladoctorsblog.org/' title='Gorilla Doctors - Gorilla Doctors Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4200404129795465904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4200404129795465904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4200404129795465904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4200404129795465904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/gorilla-doctors-gorilla-doctors-blog.html' title='Gorilla Doctors - Gorilla Doctors Blog'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-6829078178575000290</id><published>2010-02-09T00:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:35:26.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Blooded Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotbloodedradio.com/"&gt;Hot Blooded Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My brother did his first show here tonight!&amp;#160; He’s an AWESOME DJ….can’t wait to hear him again.&amp;#160; CHECK IT OUT! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-6829078178575000290?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6829078178575000290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=6829078178575000290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6829078178575000290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6829078178575000290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-blooded-radio.html' title='Hot Blooded Radio'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-6852578442112234830</id><published>2010-02-07T01:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:59:12.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check people!!</title><content type='html'>I have a few thoughts to share tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you have to ASK why you 'haven't been friended' on facebook - chances are, you aren't a friend.  In fact - I really don't like you.  There is a SMALL chance that I just haven't seen you on fb.....but if you'be been on there a LONG time, and you have family on my page - AND - you vandalized my car and threatened to beat me to a pulp in high school - ummm......yeah....I don't like you.  Get a freakin' clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If four different people tell you that your boyfriend is sleeping with your best friend - chances are, your boyfriend's story of 'being friends' isn't believable.  He's using you.  Get a clue, and let me punch him out.  I know YOU can do it, but I would get major satisfaction b/c she's a total bi-otch that needs a 'putting her n her place' punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you attend a church, and you feel like you can't speak to a 'former church member' when you see them in public - chances are - you are a hypocrite.  Everyone deserves respect.  EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If your name is Shawn - you need to STFU.  Just sayin'.  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm sure there are more things to 'correct you' in your thinking, but it's late, and Kent is out of the shower.....If you are reading this, and it applies to you - I'm not REALLY sorry, but kinda sorry - only if you are from #2. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-6852578442112234830?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6852578442112234830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=6852578442112234830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6852578442112234830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6852578442112234830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-check-people.html' title='Reality check people!!'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3402286658516772984</id><published>2010-02-04T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:03:48.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the school week...</title><content type='html'>So my school week is over.  An interesting week was had by all.  I mentioned that my "Human Sexuality' teacher was a 70 year old woman....I think I LOVE this class.  She's been married twice, and had children, and a Sch-load of life experience.  I'm learning a lot in this class.  And not really about 'sex', but about 'life', and 'marriage', and how to communicate effectively.  There was a young girl in another class this week who said she dropped her class as soon as she met her, 'there is NO WAY I'm learning about sex from an old lady!' she said.  I don't like that girl.  Give me a woman with life experience over a younger, less experienced, 'clinical' woman any day!!!  Because of her class, I actually had a great conversation with my husband that ACCOMPLISHED something!!!  Thank you Ms. Nickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my minority class, we laughed, we raised our eyebrows, and we laughed some more. This professor isn't really suited for teaching (so far) but he makes us laugh - and I like the people in the class!  AND - he FINALLY realized what I am.  "YOU'RE CHEROKEE!!!  THAT'S IT!!!!"  Umm....duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Psychology rocks!  I'm loving this professor - he makes us laugh, and teaches at the same time!  And there is a bit of teasing.  He knows my Father-in-law, and I promised him wine to forget it.  THAT got a lot of laughs!  (My FIL owns a winery!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my workforce issues class....this is her first class she's ever taught, and is really nervous about it.  At first I was a little leary of being her guinea pig, but after two classes, I like her - I really, really like her!  We go over the chapter, and have a quiz.....and those questions will be on the final!! This week, we watched "Yes Man" b/c it dealt with.....um, I'm not really sure how it applied, but whatever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my Positive Psychology class taught by the father of the girl who fired me from the church.  Yep, AWwwwwKWARD!!!  Actually, it hasn't really been a problem.  He's a great teacher, and I really am learning things.  I love it when my mind is forced to think.....and this class is about POSITIVITY.  I always need more of that in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - I didn't realize this didn't post, and I'm finishing it Sunday.  SO - this week, I'll try to publish it on FRIDAY like I planned on....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3402286658516772984?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3402286658516772984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3402286658516772984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3402286658516772984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3402286658516772984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-school-week.html' title='End of the school week...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-28262106940968005</id><published>2010-02-04T01:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:04:43.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest Wishes....</title><content type='html'>1. ....when people passed away, you knew EXACTLY where they were going, so you can rejoice, and never cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.....that you could make people laugh, and all their problems just faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3....that when I watched those true crime shows, and cold case files, and see the posts from missing and exploited children - I could just KNOW the answer.  What happened, who did it, how, and where to find them.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.....That when my children were sick, sad, or not happy - I could magically make it go away with a wiggle of my nose, or a blink of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5....That Jensen Ackles would show up at my house, ready to take me away from all....*THIS*.....at least for a day or two. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.....That New Kids On The Block would send me tickets and backstage passes to all their shows, and invite me and my daughter and friends to hang with them.  HEAVEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.....That so many people read and RESPONDED to my blogs, that I could post interactive posts, and learn about them.  (besides Blase, I already know and love him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.....That I could find my way back to God.  Hypocrites, and circumstances have left a huge void in my life, and I hate that.  At least I recognize that - it's a first step - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9....that my perfect job would appear after I get my degree.  This one COULD still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10....that no matter what memories she has, my daughter-child will always love her 'mother', and give her the proper respect.  9 months and delivery deserves at least that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.....that, God willing....Kent and I can always work through whatever problems we have, and be the best parents possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12....That grasshoppers die a slow, painful death and I never have to see one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13....My father will finally love me.  And my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-28262106940968005?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/28262106940968005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=28262106940968005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/28262106940968005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/28262106940968005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-greatest-wishes.html' title='My greatest Wishes....'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1194783652640156539</id><published>2010-02-01T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:51:18.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday in the life...</title><content type='html'>So Avery is home from school with ear infections.  He had a fever on and off for the entire weekend.  Cried himself to sleep Friday night with the 'beans' heated and on one ear, then the other.  He's been pretty ticked at me all weekend b/c I wouldn't let him play outside in the snow.  :/  Sorry buddy - fever + ear pain does not get you a ticket to play OUTSIDE IN THE SNOW.  Took him to the doctor's today and he was laughing, and being silly - couldn't even tell he had been sick.  "Praise God" as Doctor Ellen says...*giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogan got to go to school in his 'jammas' today and take his Build-A-Bear in HIS jammas for a teddy bear picnic.  He's been asking for over a week "is this the day I wear 'jammas' to school??"  I can't wait to get home tonight and hear all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my class to start - currently listening to "Queensryche" on my iphone and ignoring the people sitting next to me.  Come on, I don't have to talk to you EVERY time I see you.  If I had something to talk about with YOU - I'd do it.  As it stands, you give me the heebie-jeebies and I can't hardly stand to look at you, let alone smell your breath and TALK to you.  *giggle*  That wasn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the sch-load of homework that my professors assigned was a bunch of CARP, but after working on it, I realized that I actually KNOW what's going to be talked about tonight in this chapter.  That's good.  Sneaky professors teaching us stuff and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to "Human Sexuality" to learn stuff.  I haven't even looked at the chapter yet, perhaps I should read some before class starts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1194783652640156539?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1194783652640156539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1194783652640156539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1194783652640156539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1194783652640156539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-in-life.html' title='Monday in the life...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-6770324795250515267</id><published>2010-01-30T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:24:43.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog...schmog...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been blogging for awhile now.  Something about November-January is just a lousy time for me.  This year was compounded with finals and papers to do, and then I just didn't want to WRITE anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've considered (and by "we've" I mean the doctor and I) Fibromyalgia as the cause of my pain....I'm pretty sure that's what it is.  The meds help some days, other days - I just suffer.  Today is one of those days.  My arms/elbows are so sore, it hurts to lift them.  Everytime I stand up, I feel like someone is stabbing me in the lower back.  Taking the pills isn't working today.  Darvocet, flexeril....nottouchingit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 new classes this semester, including "Human Sexuality" that is taught by a 70 year old woman.  She is blunt, honest, and HI-larious.  It's my favorite class.  In two of the other classes, we are doing a quiz or writing assignment every week in class - and in the other two - we have homework every week.  I've been "Doing said homework" for about 8 hours now.  I know for sure a couple things.  FARMVILLE will not harvest itself, and the homework doesn't 'magically appear' while I'm farming on Farmville.  *scratches head*  I did actually GO to the website, read the article, and the 3 questions to answer.  Just haven't opened the word document to write the answers.  Yep - I'm THAT much of a procrastinator.  Sue me.  ON the up side, I completed a collection, and found 7 other collectibles today.  YAY ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl-child has a boyfriend now.  He's adorable, and gets along with the boys.  This is probably b/c he comes from a family of SEVEN kids.  They just had a new baby last week.  I'm soooo jealous.  "incept" it was a boy.....and there's already too much testosterone in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally talked the older boy-childs into haircuts.  Avery actually looks like a BOY now.  I thought the long hair was great, but I think he got tired of hearing, "OMG - you look JUST like your mom at that age".  (don't tell Ave, but he looks MORE like me now! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide whether or not to mail school pictures to the father-person.  Again, something about this time of year. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to see My Margie back in December!  She's a grown-up now and has babies of her own!  She is so beautiful and loving, and the best mommy!!  Made me cry to see her - I'm so proud of her!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I quit weight-watchers last year, I gained back the 13 pounds I had lost. +2 lbs. :(  WELL - I'm proud to announce I am 15.2 pounds lighter, and lower than I was when I quit.  Not doing anything special - just watching my serving sizes, and walking more.  Parking far away from the school, from Wal-Mart, etc....and not eating all that JUNK.  AND I have since found out, the Cymbalta I take for the fibro has a side effect of being an appetite suppressant, so that might be a helper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had an auction.  She sold all her 'clections, and most of her furniture.  The house is for sale, and she has moved into Senior Housing.  Being the emotional person I am - and this being the worst months of the year for me - I should NEVER have gone to the auction.  That hurt.  I haven't been to the house since she moved out, but I have a feeling I'm going to lose it.  I do have to admit - her new apartment is just across the road from me now, and I see her more often.  AND she seems happier.  AND - she made me dumplings today, and I'll eat them for lunch tomorrow and forget all about the anxiety of the sales.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew ran away from home.  At least he enrolled in school in the new town he moved to.  The whole thing makes me sad.  I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you raise a child to speak their mind, be careful.  One day, they will, and you won't know what to say.  Girl-child had me speechless today.  That's a first, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby Sammy.  I saw him at Christmas, and he's sooooo big now.  I must, MUST make time to go spend with him and his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great-grandpupmother.....did that make sense?  My dog's daughter had puppies.  She was my 'grandpuppy' and her puppies are my 'great-grandpuppies'.  I should make time to go see THEM too.  AND Caro-lyn and the babe.  I miss them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, posting random junk like this has made my brain start working again, so I think I'm ready to REALLY do my homework, and has motivated me to making blogging a priority again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-6770324795250515267?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/6770324795250515267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=6770324795250515267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6770324795250515267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/6770324795250515267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogschmog.html' title='Blog...schmog...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7183065555824276240</id><published>2009-11-28T13:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:44:15.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokers Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I’m doing my research project (FINALLY) and need all smokers, former smokers, and wanna-be-quitters to answer the following questions for me! :)&amp;#160; Please and thank you! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Are you male or female? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a smoker, or former smoker? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever tried to quit smoking? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;4. How long have you/did you smoke? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you tried to quit smoking 'cold turkey'? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;6. Have you tried to quit with nicotine replacement products? (e.g. 'the patch', zyban, chantix, nicotine gum, etc)......Which one did you use? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;7. If you used these products, were they helpful? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;8. Did you attend a smoking cessation class? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;9. If yes, what information was most helpful? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;10. Is there an activity/food/time you smoke that you can't imagine NOT smoking while doing that? What is it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;11. If you are still smoking, what has prevented you from stopping? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;12. What was the hardest part of quitting for you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7183065555824276240?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7183065555824276240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7183065555824276240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7183065555824276240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7183065555824276240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/11/smokers-survey.html' title='Smokers Survey'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7666078118390342076</id><published>2009-11-08T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:45:09.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO time for blogging?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I suck at blogging. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have LOTS to write about, but I'm not feeling like it - so I'm doing a 'myspace/facebook' survey....deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are all the texts in your inbox from?  This is soooo much easier with my new iphone....Jeremy, Heather, Laury, and Kent.  I just deleted a bunch though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings for your ex boyfriends?  Um.....Better to have loved and lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst?  Kent.  Or Joey. Or my brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment?  Nope - worry is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?  Watch the new episode of Dexter - but the losers on the site I use take for-freakin-ever to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go today?  I went to Chandler Bing's birthday party, and to Laury's house to see the cleanest house on the planet - minus the kitchen (just like MY house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk to the last person you kissed?  Um...daily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this year been a good year? It's been a roller coaster of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wish you were still close with? Yes, I hate growing apart from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are promises important?  YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that the world is gonna end at 2012?  NO - why would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?  I have and I would again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you with the person you like?  He's in the shower, and I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love with? He was a cheating fool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you dated the person you texted last?  Nope - she's my twin!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your last ex walks up to you and hugs you, what do you do?  Look around for Candid Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your ex a complete loser?  Nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you sad when you heard about Michael Jackson's death?  HELL NO - I celebrated.  Baby rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed an ex after you broke up?  More than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still care about that last person you kissed?  YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship in two months?  I would guess so - our 14th wedding anniversary is in a month - 15 years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you a different person now than you were five years ago? Well, I was happily married, just had a baby, was devoted to my church family, and didn't worry about bills AS MUCH.  So - yea - totally different now.  I've seen the 'church family' for who they REALLY are - and "christian" isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a limit to how many best friends you have?  ALL of my friends are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked away from someone and they didn't come after you?  NEVER.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?  Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last phone call from?  Kent called from the downstairs shower to tell me that Tristan started the shower up HERE.....silly kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you should be doing right now?  I SHOULD be doing homework - but I can't concentrate with a house full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say? Are you home yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from the song you're currently listening to?  "Cuz I'm a low life....I'm a low life....keep cocaine upon my nightstand....I got a dirty mouth, a gutter mind, for going out with YOUR wife......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?  Hardly ever. I hate talking on the phone nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Absolutely. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7666078118390342076?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7666078118390342076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7666078118390342076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7666078118390342076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7666078118390342076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-time-for-blogging.html' title='NO time for blogging?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-293907295152500089</id><published>2009-10-16T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:40:38.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch your words...</title><content type='html'>I was reminded today (and yesterday too) that words can either build a person up, or tear them down - in an instant.  You never know when something you say is the thing that calms a person enough to get through the day, or if it's the thing that pushes them over the ledge they are teetering on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to deal with a very rude person on the phone.  I've been nothing but nice to this person, and they thought they had every right to talk to me as though I were a dog.  8 months ago, I'd have fallen over the ledge.  As it stands, I was okay.  Today I dealt with someone on the phone who is sooooo super sweet and understanding, and helpful.  She didn't have to help me, in fact - prolly caught a lot of grief for doing so - but she showed a true Christian act of faith and kindness and it means a lot to me.  Built me up.  Just when I needed it.  (Thanks Kelly!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your words or actions say about you to those around you?  Do people enjoy your company and conversation? Or do they steer clear of you?  I've learned a lot of valuable lessons since leaving my 'job' in May, and the number one is that WORDS HAVE POWER.  Power to build you up, or tear you down.  And when you tear someone down with one 'little' thing....it takes a LOT of words to fix it.  As Dr. Phil says, "It takes 100 'atta boys' to undo one 'you suck'"  Or something like that....I can't imagine Phil saying 'suck' but you get the idea....ROFLMAO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide today if you are in 'construction' or 'destruction' mode.  May make the biggest difference in the lives around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-293907295152500089?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/293907295152500089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=293907295152500089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/293907295152500089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/293907295152500089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-your-words.html' title='Watch your words...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-9174925975989356880</id><published>2009-10-11T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:06:32.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony Said to....</title><content type='html'>1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?  My coffee....but I can't quit playing with my new lip ring, so that might count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your profile picture taken? I think it's the one I took in the bathroom.  Krysteena had just fixed my hair for me, and I was lookin' fine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you play Guitar Hero? I CAN *technically* but I don't because everyone I play with laughs at me.  I need to play when no one is home, and get really good, then kick their little butts. &lt;evil laugh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name someone who made you laugh today. Haven't felt like laughing yet today.  Blase made me giggle though, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How late did you stay up last night and why? Okay - get ready for it - I was in bed by TEN O'CLOCK!!!  And asleep shortly afterwards!  I couldn't hardly believe it myself! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could move somewhere else where would you and why? I would love to live in Greece - at least in the summer months! ;)  Oh, wait, I'd need to be single and kidless for that kind of recklessness....I guess just somewhere warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? Yeah, but I'm not understanding why that's a big deal - I never thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Belena USED TO - but she left me all alone! :(  THEN - I found Laury (my twin) so I'm coping.  I guess she lives the closest now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe exes can be friends? With benefits?   Nope - it always leads to 'with benefits'.  I used to think so, but...um...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like Dr. Pepper? Yes, but only in a bottle or on tap.  Cans suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you cried really hard?  I'm proud to say, it's been a LONG time.  I can't even remember WHY I cried that hard the last time, so that's a good thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who took your profile picture? Krysteena....no, wait...I think I took it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? Hot neighbor.  OMG - he is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was yesterday better than today? Why? Yesterday was good - Avery had a football game in the morning, then we took the kidlets to Incredible Pizza for Avery's birthday, then bought new face jewelry for MY birthday.  THEN - soccer for Tristan, then home to watch movies!  Bed early....weird.  Today has just started, so I don't know yet.  Going to the Cowboy vs. Chiefs party at my mom's house and then Avery's b-day celebration with family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV?  I CAN, but what have I done to deserve THAT punishment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you upset about anything now? Not upset....just...frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? YES - I have 5 great kids b/c of the relationship I'm currently in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a bad influence? Umm....depends on who we're talking about.  For my kids - absolutely NOT.  For one of my friends who shall remain nameless who is coming to spend the weekend - maybe.  She hopes I am anyways! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Night out or night in? I'm always in.  I need to change that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What items could you not go without during the day?  COFFEE.  Phone.  Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? Lee Coatney, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? hahahaaaaa....that too, I'm a naughty boy.  (and I'm not elaborating on that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you feel about your life right now? I feel.....like i'm living in neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone? Hate is a horrible word, and poisons the hearts of those who carry it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we were to look in your Facebook inbox, what would we find?  Messages from friends and family?  Nothing 'good' though, my life is too boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? Absolutley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? Been awhile - that's what I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What song is stuck in your head? "I gotta feeling" - listening to it now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Someone knocks on your window at 2 a.m., whom do you want it to be?  Jensen Ackles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you (or did you) want to have grandkids before you’re 50? Well, considering I have 19 and 16 year old kids....it's technically 'possible', but I'm hoping it will be awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Tell us your Saturday night. THIS last Saturday - I just did....LAST Saturday was far more exciting. I got to hang with Nate and friends! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think too much or too little? Depends on what we're talking about - sometimes I think too much, sometimes I'm impulsive, and don't think things through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile a lot? I smile all the time - even when I don't want to.  I'm getting really good at it too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW - your turn to answer on YOUR blog, so I can see YOUR answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-9174925975989356880?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/9174925975989356880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=9174925975989356880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/9174925975989356880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/9174925975989356880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/10/harmony-said-to.html' title='Harmony Said to....'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7669373562934007798</id><published>2009-10-10T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:18:42.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Prefer…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; -Sunset or Dawn – SUNSET - “not a morning person” doesn’t even begin to describe me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Pepsi or Coke – COKE – Pepsi is just disgusting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Cake or Pie (and what kind?) – Cake – Chocolate (perferrably my mommy’s)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Letterman or Leno – I would have said LENO, but he sucks now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Toyota or Nissan or Honda – None of the above?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Diane Sawyer or Barbara Walters or Katie Couric – I LOVE KATIE!&amp;#160; Barbara just SUCKS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-James Taylor or Jimmy Buffet – JIMMY!!!&amp;#160; Why don’t we get drunk…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Favorite Scented Candle – Homespun Memories from Partylite, but sadly, it is discontinued. SO – I’ll go with Midsummer’s night from &amp;lt;cough&amp;gt; Yankee…..&amp;lt;blech&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Your favorite Beach, and why?&amp;#160; - the beach in Greece.&amp;#160; Me, Stathis, and the moonlight.&amp;#160; ‘nuff said ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Most aggravating thing about your Job – Not getting paid for it…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Favorite Retail Store – Bed, Bath, and Beyond.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Ever had a ‘&lt;strong&gt;flat tire’&lt;/strong&gt; while driving? If so, how was it replaced? – ON our way to the NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK.&amp;#160; Superman saved us!&amp;#160; (Thanks Steve!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Age when you first tasted a &lt;strong&gt;Beer – &lt;/strong&gt;too young to remember!&amp;#160; My ‘daddy’ drove a truck for Budweiser, and I remember sneaking a drink of his….that was really young!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Age when you first puffed a &lt;strong&gt;Cigarette – &lt;/strong&gt;4th grade.&amp;#160; Younger than that, when I snuck one of my mom’s, but I don’t remember that age either!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Longest time in a place that was &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; your primary residence – One month in GREECE BABY!!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Approximately amount of water you drink per day – NOT NEARLY ENOUGH!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Your favorite ‘romantic gesture’ from your S.O. (&lt;em&gt;if you are bashful&lt;/em&gt;, skip this one) – When Kent had my necklace made from the pearl he found on the beach in Japan as a little boy.&amp;#160; It was our 2nd anniversary! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-When grocery shopping…which dept. is your &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; stop – Fruits and veggies baby! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;-Celebrity you would like to have dinner with, and why – NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK (so that I could decide which one I am marrying, and which one my daughter can have).&amp;#160; OR – Jensen Ackles – so he can lip sync “Eye of the Tiger” for me! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0Fz_egtEgc"&gt;http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0Fz_egtEgc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7669373562934007798?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7669373562934007798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7669373562934007798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7669373562934007798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7669373562934007798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-prefer.html' title='Do you Prefer…'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4173603030101120645</id><published>2009-10-05T23:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:00:50.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall y'all!</title><content type='html'>Going to school full time is hard work – did I mention that before?  I really enjoy it though….I LOVE using my brain, and I’m loving my classes!  Of course I’m saying this before I get back my first test tomorrow and my first paper.  I hope I am still this positive about classes after tomorrow night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I post a lot of pics of Rogan – he is the baby – and it’s not because I like him more or anything – I just didn’t have DIGITAL photography with the other kids, and scanning all those pictures in….yeah – finding the time.  I do promise to post more – but in the mean time – Rogan and I at the football game this weekend. The BEARS played their hearts out – and fought off the Bobcats until the end of the 3rd quarter – 33-38 and then they ran over us!  Of course 6 players (I think that’s all) were diagnosed with Swine flu the week before and way more than that missed school b/c of flu-like symptoms – so I think we did GREAT!! Anywho – here is my future comedian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOBPrOxcI/AAAAAAAAADg/zZ9bLYVKBK0/s1600-h/fall+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOBPrOxcI/AAAAAAAAADg/zZ9bLYVKBK0/s200/fall+2009+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346424885265858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrN1BE1aNI/AAAAAAAAADY/F4WYXbwbm_E/s1600-h/fall+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrN1BE1aNI/AAAAAAAAADY/F4WYXbwbm_E/s200/fall+2009+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346214807693522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOVKQQVpI/AAAAAAAAADw/JPIC-fUQqrM/s1600-h/fall+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOVKQQVpI/AAAAAAAAADw/JPIC-fUQqrM/s200/fall+2009+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346767027328658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOPNNW8OI/AAAAAAAAADo/StUQrHwDFfk/s1600-h/fall+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOPNNW8OI/AAAAAAAAADo/StUQrHwDFfk/s200/fall+2009+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346664741269730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy is hilarious!  Had the cheerleaders falling in love with him – thanks to cousin Brat-ley who taught him how to ‘flirt properly’.  They gave him a Bears shirt – and he wore it all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had the annual “Oz FALL Fest” this weekend – got to spend time with Nate.  He graduated with my brother, but I always pestered them when I was little, so I continue to do my best to pester him now!  Had a great time hanging out with him, Brad, Sherry, Diane, Jill, and the rest (Oohhh…Gilligan’s Island).  Same time, same place next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOd7-7lFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WlrDHvfCB84/s1600-h/fall+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOd7-7lFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WlrDHvfCB84/s200/fall+2009+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389346917815391314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was walking through town, I saw this guy standing in the road – he looked JUST LIKE my devoted blog reader (and comment poster) BLASE!  I had to take a picture, b/c for a second – I thought maybe I really DID have a stalker…;) SEE???? Doesn’t it look like you Blase??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So – for all of those readers of mine who are on facebook – I am NOT on facebook all day!!  I swear!! I’m logged in – my computer is on….but I’m usually sitting in the living room doing homework, or cleaning….if I see a post, I might check it.  I know other people who appear to be online WAY more than me, so quit teasing me!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay – I’ve blogged for the day (week).  I’m going to finish the homework that is due tomorrow.  :)  Life is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4173603030101120645?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4173603030101120645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4173603030101120645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4173603030101120645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4173603030101120645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SsrOBPrOxcI/AAAAAAAAADg/zZ9bLYVKBK0/s72-c/fall+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8378050183749668771</id><published>2009-09-19T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:21:34.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old were you when you did all these things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I was confronted this week by someone who is dealing with the ‘fallout’ from something they did when they were younger.&amp;#160; Someone is actually blaming them for ‘mistakes’ they made as a teenager.&amp;#160; Seriously?&amp;#160; It’s been 18 years, and someone thinks you should answer for your mistakes NOW?&amp;#160; Seriously?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No amount of explaining that, or comfort, or rationale is helping them cope.&amp;#160; You can’t change what you did.&amp;#160; YES – you should have done it differently, but you were a different person then.&amp;#160; I can’t imagine telling my daughter in 18 years that she was a horrible person and never wanted to speak to her again b/c of something she said/did today.&amp;#160; (and she’s really mature and smart)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course this led me to think about the things I was doing at 15 or 16.&amp;#160; Most of which I’m not proud of.&amp;#160; A lot of which I’m glad I did – I learned valuable lessons.&amp;#160; Don’t know if I can answer these questions myself, as my mom will kill me – but I’m putting it out there for you.&amp;#160; You don’t have to actually post your answer, but think about it – and ask yourself if you should be held accountable NOW for what you did at 15 or 16.&amp;#160; And then I wonder – if the people you were doing this with were, oh, say, in their 20s…..can you really be held accountable?&amp;#160; I think THEY should have known better.&amp;#160; Anywho – I’m rambling….so – here are my questions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How old were you when you:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;had sex for the first time?&amp;#160; (How old was he?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;had a DRINK for the first time? (got drunk?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;smoked a cigarette (and did you continue smoking?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;smoked weed (and inhaled?)&amp;#160; *giggle*&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;did a different form of drug? (or did you try ANY?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;drove a car without license (and for what reason?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;partied hard at a 21+ party even though you were under 21 (or any party, for that matter)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;gave someone a ******* (this is really popular now – more so than when I was that age)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wonder how much the times have changed.&amp;#160; WHY did you change (if you did)?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, that’s what’s eating at me today.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until next time - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~ Misty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8378050183749668771?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8378050183749668771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8378050183749668771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8378050183749668771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8378050183749668771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-old-were-you-when-you-did-all-these.html' title='How old were you when you did all these things?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7849018736061529598</id><published>2009-09-16T02:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:22:30.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?  Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; So I’ve started school AGAIN.&amp;#160; Do you know there are MANY differences in attending college at 17 (I graduated early) and starting college at 34?&amp;#160; There ARE.&amp;#160; There are SOME differences that I welcome, and some, well…PISS ME OFF.&amp;#160; Let me share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When the professor says READ your chapters….READ THEM – how hard is it to read a few pages.&amp;#160; Sheeeeessshhh…..It will save ME from hearing, “WOW! Where did you get THAT from???” and the professor answering you by saying, “Um…in your book.&amp;#160; The one you paid over $100 for….the one you should READ”.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When you come to class (at OVER 40 years old – seriously – how many times do you have to remind us of that?) and say, “I didn’t hear her assign THAT….what do I do?” and WHINE and COMPLAIN b/c you ‘didn’t hear her”….YOU need to SUCK IT UP.&amp;#160; She is giving you HALF credit.&amp;#160; I did the work – THAT night actually – and I do get whole credit, but STILL – you’re an idiot.&amp;#160; I hope you flunk.&amp;#160; Slacker.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don’t care why you are at school.&amp;#160; I don’t care if you are 40 (her again?) or have a new baby at home (I did that too) or you are just doing this b/c you have ‘nothing better to do”.&amp;#160; I’m here to LEARN.&amp;#160; To actually GET WHAT I PAY FOR.&amp;#160; SHUT THE FREAK UP DURING THE LECTURE!!!!&amp;#160; I AM here to learn. I do want to hear what she says – just b/c I don’t want to miss hearing her assign homework.&amp;#160; I want FULL credit.&amp;#160; Dumb @ss.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If you are taking an online class and are REQUIRED to log in ONCE A FREAKING WEEK to add to a conversation – DO IT.&amp;#160; At LEAST once a week you can stop at the library (if you don’t have a computer) or a friend’s house or SOMETHING.&amp;#160; Complaining that you don’t have ‘time’ to b/c ‘you work full time’ is NOT an excuse.&amp;#160; You are here to get a degree – or you’re not.&amp;#160; DECIDE.&amp;#160; I have five kids…..I don’t ‘work’ but I WORK MY @SS off&amp;#160; in my classes.&amp;#160; Give at least 50%.&amp;#160; That’s at least posting SOMETHING.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When you are required to do a serious ‘research project’ – “people wear the color blue more than the color red b/c they stand out more in red” is NOT a good project.&amp;#160; SERIOUSLY????&amp;#160; How many articles will you find on this subject?&amp;#160; (carp, there may be many – I should have googled that).&amp;#160;&amp;#160; WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN??? My 6th grader laughed at that.&amp;#160; And I won’t mention the one about M&amp;amp;Ms……&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;And one last thing – we are NOT in third grade.&amp;#160; Or middle school.&amp;#160; Or high school for that matter.&amp;#160; Your excuses won’t fly with COLLEGE professors.&amp;#160; DO THE WORK.&amp;#160; SHOW&amp;#160; UP.&amp;#160; If you don’t want to be here – don’t do it.&amp;#160; There are others who are SERIOUS about learning, getting a degree, and DOING SOMETHING with their life.&amp;#160; Don’t waste my time listening to your whining.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;And did I mention that I hate WHINERS????&amp;#160; Sheesh.&amp;#160; Grow up.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I am getting my degree in Social Work.&amp;#160; I expect the people I’m going to school with – taking the same classes with – to be of ‘the basically same mind’.&amp;#160; WRONG-O.&amp;#160; I heard a woman say – as I was walking into class last week - “I told her to take the fly-swatter to their @sses – that’ll teach em”. *gasp*&amp;#160; OMG – how wrong are YOU?????&amp;#160; SERIOUSLY????&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;One final thing – NO ONE cares about YOUR situation.&amp;#160; I don’t need to know your life story.&amp;#160; We are in class all evening – and your telling YOUR story only makes the class last LONGER.&amp;#160; If you feel the need to unload on our over-worked, under-paid ‘social worker’ professor – do it after class – THEN, she might be able to find the right words when it’s time to say, “You have diarrhea of the mouth.&amp;#160; SHUT UP”.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry – I had a rough night in class.&amp;#160; ROFLMAOPMP.&amp;#160; And Blase told me to speak my mind and NOT apologize in my blog.&amp;#160; SO – I’m taking your advice.&amp;#160; Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I have my first test, and my first paper due next week.&amp;#160; I’m excited.&amp;#160; Sorta.&amp;#160; The first “test” of how I’m doing…… COOL.&amp;#160; Life is good.&amp;#160; Until next time….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~ Misty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-7849018736061529598?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7849018736061529598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7849018736061529598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7849018736061529598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7849018736061529598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously?  Seriously.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-574388825540994111</id><published>2009-09-16T01:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:38:29.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No matter what you think about these guys (bad husbands, pedophile, idiots, etc) they were GREAT musicians.&amp;#160; I LOVE this!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis and Fats Domino - three of the greatest ivory ticklers of their day - playing pianos on the same stage at the same time. Plus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ron Woods of the Rolling Stones, Carl Perkins (Blue Suede Shoes) and other notable musicians playing back-up, and a cameo appearance by Rod Stewart. All directed by Paul Schaeffer. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xe5w0_ray-charles-jerry-lee-lewis_music" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xe5w0_ray-charles-jerry-lee-lewis_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xe5w0_ray-charles-jerry-lee-lewis_music"&gt;Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Hanvak"&gt;Hanvak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-574388825540994111?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/574388825540994111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=574388825540994111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/574388825540994111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/574388825540994111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/ray-charles-jerry-lee-lewis-fats-domino.html' title='Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino Video'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5414814578952320084</id><published>2009-09-12T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:38:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traver Home Winery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check us out.&amp;#160; I am so proud of my Father-in-Law and how hard he, and ALL the Traver family has worked to make OUR Winery the best out there! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a title="http://www.traverhomewinery.com/index.html" href="http://www.traverhomewinery.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.traverhomewinery.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5414814578952320084?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5414814578952320084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5414814578952320084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5414814578952320084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5414814578952320084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/09/traver-home-winery.html' title='Traver Home Winery'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3951268318131693429</id><published>2009-08-26T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:36:15.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today was YOUR last day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-OlqERixVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-OlqERixVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/5738594422482390786-3951268318131693429?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3951268318131693429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3951268318131693429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3951268318131693429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3951268318131693429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today was YOUR last day...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5182045876933880515</id><published>2009-08-25T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:55:58.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in life...</title><content type='html'>Soooo.....quick rundown of my life currently.  I have an (almost) 16 year old daughter - who is absolutley WONDERFUL.  And by wonderful, I mean she is NOT me at 16.  She has a great head on her shoulders...and I think I can trust her.  That said - she started pre-school 11 years ago.  *sigh*  which my husband pointed out today as we took our 'baby' to pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely convinced that people who cry on the first day of their kids' school were total DORKS.  Yeah, I LOST it today.  I'm talking about full-blown bawling.  MY BABY - Rogan - started school today.  As we left, Kent said, "I didn't think you'd cry".  I said, "yeah, me neither.....can we have another baby????"  He said no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery - my (almost) 10 year old got his football uniform today for mighty-mite football.  I don't even LIKE football.  I predict the first time he gets tackled, he will quit.   I hope and pray I'm wrong, but I just don't see him being a football jock.  He ROCKS at soccer (best on the team, if I say so myself) so I know he'll do great - but I still worry.  AND - he wants his Uncle Bubby to coach - he can't, but still - that was HUGE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan is so.....grown-up.  Got his hair done, and is such a 'little man' I can't stand it.  Growing up - all of them.  *sigh*  He is in SIXTH GRADE already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my school books today for my first semester back as a college student.  I was okay until I opened the 'statistics' book. *YIKES*  I don't even know what some of those symbols mean.  I literally started sobbing uncontrollably.  I think the emotions were running high today.  First the pre-school thing....then...that one thing....then the books.  I feel like I'm in over my head, and I'm sinking.  THEN - my new best-friend-that-is-my-twin talked me down.  We went over a few problems in the statistics book, and I feel more in control.  I have support, and people who love me that will help! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I'm just an emotional wreck lately.  Not working and getting 1/4 on unemployment than what I USED to make working is getting to me. We are getting by, but some bills have been pushed back.  When I get my school money - it will take care of that- but still....I feel like a loser.  If my kids were going to actually HURT b/c of it, I would say 'screw all that' and get a job, but in the long run - this will work out for the best.  When I graduate and get have my degree, I'll be making the big bucks - Kent can go to part time and help with the winery....and we'll all be happy!  What is keeping me afloat is knowing that I have earned TWO scholarships, and that alone paid for school.  I am worth it.  Lots of work ahead, but I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the good in life - I have my baby Sammy I need to visit (soon I hope!).  I have a birthday coming up - Laury too! (she's my twin) and we will have a great time together! :)  Kent and the boys will be going to Metallica in September....so they'll be happy.  AND - I have a few more episodes of HOUSE to watch to be completely caught up for the new season. (it's the little things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checkin' out my blog - follow me to stay up to date with this oh-so-crazy-life-I-call-MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the first day of school shall be posted later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5182045876933880515?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5182045876933880515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5182045876933880515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5182045876933880515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5182045876933880515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/08/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in life...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5673401079277836188</id><published>2009-08-15T02:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:20:25.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to realize......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;I’m a horrible blogger. I should have blogged during vacation, but to be honest, it felt like WORK.&amp;#160; SO – I’ll get back to trying to keep you entertained this week.&amp;#160; Tonight though….a cheesy ‘note’ from Facebook.&amp;#160; :p&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;1. I've come to realize that my chest-size...Is appreciated by men more than it is by me.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realize that my job...is going to ROCK when I find something that makes me happy.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving...That everyone on the road is out to annoy me.     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realize that I need to take more time out...to fix things with my husband.&amp;#160; Focusing ONLY on the kids is not a good thing…we keep forgetting that.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realize that I have lost...my figure – after having 3 kids!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;6. I've come to realize that I hate it when...I’m ignored     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk...I should hide the phone.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realize that money...causes stress – whether you have it, or not.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realize that certain people...will never change.&amp;#160; Sometimes that’s good, sometimes…notsomuch.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realize that I'll always...be here.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;11. I've come to realize that my sibling...is a pretty cool brother.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realize that my mom...is the best a girl could ask for!!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realize that my cell phone...is the enemy.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning...it wasn’t morning, and I didnt want to get up!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep...I enjoyed time with my hubby with NO KIDS.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking...I should be in bed, but I can’t sleep, so I might as well entertain the world with my ramblings.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realize that my dad...is really, &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;missing out on knowing the greatest kids in the world.&amp;#160; *sigh*         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;18. I've come to realize that when I get on Facebook...I know what pretty much every person in Willow is doing that day.&amp;#160; LOL      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realize that today...was a good day.&amp;#160; I love good days.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;20. I've come to realize that tonight...is almost over, and I should head to bed.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;21. I've come to realize that tomorrow...I am going to get a pedicure, and then come home and clean like a crazy woman!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;22. I've come to realize that I really want to...get started on school – I can’t even get my books until the 24th!!!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;23. I've come to realize that life...isn’t fair – especially when you hope for too much.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;24. I've come to realize that this weekend...is just starting, and I hope we have a good one.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;25. I've come to realize that the music I listen to when I am upset...is always the same.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;26. I've come to realize that my friends...all live too freakin’ far away :(&amp;#160; And if Laury moves, I’m never making another friend again!!!       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;27. I've come to realize that this year...is going to be the beginning of a whole new life!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;28. I've come to realize that my ex...will always be my soul mate.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;29. I've come to realize that maybe I should...erase that last answer, b/c someone will misunderstand it…..but I know what it means, so screw it.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;30. I've come to realize that I have to...live my life for ME.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;31. I've come to realize that I don't understand...why living my life for ME is so hard????      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;32. I've come to realize my past...tortures me sometimes.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;33. I've come to realize that parties...often lead to trouble.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;34. I've come to realize that I'm totally terrified…of grasshoppers.&amp;#160; I almost stepped on one today, and I SWEAR – my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest.&amp;#160; I nearly had a panic attack!!!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;35. I've come to realize that my life...is a contented one.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5673401079277836188?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5673401079277836188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5673401079277836188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5673401079277836188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5673401079277836188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-come-to-realize.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve come to realize......'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4920955163940812896</id><published>2009-07-16T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:07:15.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent - according to Rogan, age 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. WHAT IS SOMETHING DAD ALWAYS SAYS TO YOU? " he loves me"&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT MAKES DAD HAPPY? "when he looks cool"&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT MAKES DAD SAD? "if something bad happens to him"&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DOES DAD MAKE YOU LAUGH? "tickles me"&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS YOUR DAD LIKE AS A CHILD? "he slept a lot or maybe played or something"&lt;br /&gt;6. HOW OLD IS YOUR DAD? "15....is that right?" (This boy is a GENIUS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW TALL IS YOUR DAD? "17 feet"&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE THING TO DO? "lots of stuff, like, work and go fishing"&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DOES YOUR DAD DO WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND? "Works or does something he likes to do"&lt;br /&gt;10. IF YOUR DAD BECOMES FAMOUS, WHAT WILL IT BE FOR? "going somewhere to be cool...in style" (obviously he hasn't met his father)&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT IS YOUR DAD REALLY GOOD AT? "fishing"&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR DAD NOT VERY GOOD AT? "ummm.....he is not good at....nothing, I don't know - he's good at everything" (again, doesn't know him that well, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DOES YOUR DAD DO FOR HER JOB? "works on beeg trucks" (you'd have to 'hear' the accent to understand that one)&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT MAKES YOU PROUD OF YOUR DAD? "when he helps me"&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR DAD’S FAVORITE FOOD? "SUSHI?" (as he's giggling saying that's my favorite too)&lt;br /&gt;16. IF YOUR DAD WAS A CARTOON CHARACTER, WHO/WHAT WOULD SHE BE? "I would say one that he likes....Perry the Platypus - he LOVES him!"&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU AND YOUR DAD DO TOGETHER? "sometimes we used to feed the pigs"&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW DO YOU KNOW DAD LOVES YOU? "because he likes me"&lt;br /&gt;19. WHERE IS YOUR DAD’S FAVORITE PLACE TO GO? "I would say Subway" (huh? really?)&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR DAD THE SAME? "we live together"&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR DAD DIFFERENT? "Well.....actually....I pick out clothes that match, he doesn't" (yep, this is true)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 320px" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2677/141/14/905130216/n905130216_6352648_3637185.jpg" width="374" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4920955163940812896?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4920955163940812896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4920955163940812896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4920955163940812896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4920955163940812896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/kent-according-to-rogan-age-4.html' title='Kent - according to Rogan, age 4'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1439277609320301892</id><published>2009-07-16T01:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:19:18.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, according to Rogan, age 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;1. WHAT IS SOMETHING MOM ALWAYS SAYS TO YOU? &amp;quot; ummmm....uh....Don't be Mean&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font face="Arial"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT MAKES MOM HAPPY? &amp;quot;When you look beautiful&amp;quot;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;3. WHAT MAKES MOM SAD? &amp;quot;If you get fired or something&amp;quot; (from the mouths of babes)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;4. HOW DOES MOM MAKE YOU LAUGH? &amp;quot;she does something funny, like, um......tickle my belly&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;5. WHAT WAS YOUR MOM LIKE AS A CHILD? &amp;quot;She was nice&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;6. HOW OLD IS YOUR MOM? &amp;quot;29&amp;quot; (God love him)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;7. HOW TALL IS YOUR MOM? &amp;quot;don't know, maybe 14 feet?&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;8. WHAT IS HER FAVORITE THING TO DO? &amp;quot;See Baby Sammy&amp;quot; (SWEAR TO GOD he said that!!!)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;9. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND? &amp;quot;Works and stuff&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;10. IF YOUR MOM BECOMES FAMOUS, WHAT WILL IT BE FOR? &amp;quot;going somewhere, like, a concert or dancing with dad&amp;quot; (He's never seen his DAD dance, obviously)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;11. WHAT IS YOUR MOM REALLY GOOD AT? &amp;quot;Singing New Kids&amp;quot; (YES!!!)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR MOM NOT VERY GOOD AT? &amp;quot;I would say....sometimes when you stop at a stop sign, and you don't stop very long&amp;quot; (he's going to be a cop - GREAT)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;13. WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO FOR HER JOB? &amp;quot;You work and if someone came in you would talk to them and stuff&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;14. WHAT MAKES YOU PROUD OF YOUR MOM? &amp;quot;I would say....(he's having problems with this one)...I don't really know what that means&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE FOOD? &amp;quot;SUSHI?&amp;quot; (good!)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;16. IF YOUR MOM WAS A CARTOON CHARACTER, WHO/WHAT WOULD SHE BE? &amp;quot;I would think....tweety bird&amp;quot; (Tristan helped with that one)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;17. WHAT DO YOU AND YOUR MOM DO TOGETHER? &amp;quot;puzzles, today&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;18. HOW DO YOU KNOW MOM LOVES YOU? &amp;quot;cuz you think I'm cute&amp;quot;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;19. WHERE IS YOUR MOM’S FAVORITE PLACE TO GO? &amp;quot;places to eat, or to dance&amp;quot; (Um...yeah, he knows I like food)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;20. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM THE SAME? &amp;quot;we both have blue eyes, 'incept yours look kinda brown&amp;quot; (I've told him since he was born he has blue eyes, but they *might* be brown)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;21. HOW ARE YOU AND YOUR MOM DIFFERENT? &amp;quot;sometimes we're nice, and sometimes we're being mean&amp;quot; (I don't have a CLUE what he's talking about!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1439277609320301892?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1439277609320301892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1439277609320301892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1439277609320301892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1439277609320301892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-according-to-rogan-age-4.html' title='Me, according to Rogan, age 4.'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-3113263875142062113</id><published>2009-07-07T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:52:34.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iCasualties | Operation Enduring Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://icasualties.org/oef/"&gt;iCasualties | Operation Enduring Freedom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly, the news coverage is only about “MJ”.&amp;#160; I won’t say his name, I won’t give him the attention.&amp;#160; THIS is what is weighing on MY mind.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do YOU know how many men, women, and children have died or been injured in the last week?&amp;#160; Do you even know of any bombs, explosions, injuries in Iraq or Afghanistan?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;NO?&amp;#160; Why?&amp;#160; I’ll give you my opinion.&amp;#160; (did you really doubt that?)&amp;#160; Because no one wants to know that innocent young people are dying for another nation’s freedom.&amp;#160; We’d rather celebrate the life and eccentricity (translated = FREAK SHOW) that was MJ.&amp;#160; He molested children.&amp;#160; Those kids will forever be damaged.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“He wasn’t convicted!” you say?&amp;#160; POPPYCOCK!&amp;#160; OJ wasn’t convicted either, and I wouldn’t let MY daughter date him.&amp;#160; I wouldn’t trust MJ with my children either.&amp;#160; “But OJ was found liable in civil court!!”&amp;#160; YEAH, so what? – MJ paid out MILLIONS to make it all go away – innocent men don’t do that.&amp;#160; I’d fight to the death to defend myself &lt;strong&gt;if I were innocent&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160; I say – THANK GOD his children don’t have to endure the strangeness that he became anymore.&amp;#160; They might have a fighting chance to live somewhat normal lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of a fighting chance…..thanks to all the Men and Women who have died for our Country (or theirs).&amp;#160; THEY are the ones who deserved the ‘spectacle’ of a funeral that was had today.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perspective folks, perspective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-3113263875142062113?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/3113263875142062113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=3113263875142062113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3113263875142062113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/3113263875142062113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/07/icasualties-operation-enduring-freedom.html' title='iCasualties | Operation Enduring Freedom'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-198741022158720605</id><published>2009-06-26T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:59:01.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Random as well…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My best friend that lives far away posts ‘10 random things for a Friday” every Friday.&amp;#160; Well, ALMOST every Friday, as sometimes her life gets in the way, and she forgets that I’m patiently waiting for her post every week.&amp;#160; I’ve been trying to come up with a blog for every day, but sometimes I’m too tired to type, or I can’t get my thoughts in any order to make sense.&amp;#160; SO – I’m going to try a ‘random’ post – I’m not sure how MANY random things I’ll come up with, and maybe it won’t even be random.&amp;#160; Maybe it will turn into a story or something.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I woke up with Pink Eye this morning.&amp;#160; At least I think it is.&amp;#160; I had to pry my eyes open, and they were as red as my mouse pad…Avery’s antibiotic eye drops for HIS pink eye seem to be working.&amp;#160; Then again, it could be allergies.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I was up at 6:00am this morning b/c my eyes hurt, but also b/c I couldn’t get this girl out of my mind.&amp;#160; As a mandated reporter, I had to hotline someone this morning.&amp;#160; Sadly, they told me that since we hadn’t heard her OR the guy say any contact had been made – and we didn’t SEE anything, they couldn’t take the report.&amp;#160; WTF?&amp;#160; She’s 12, and has a 25 year old “boyfriend”.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;My husband ‘put his foot down’ today.&amp;#160; In light of my ‘firing’ he asked them to stop calling me asking for help.&amp;#160; I’m okay with that, except she always helped me through the years, and I love her dearly.&amp;#160; I think I’ll call and apologize.&amp;#160; BUT, then again – I wanna say, “ask the pastor – he knows everything about how to run an office”.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Tristan got home from camp today.&amp;#160; I asked him if he had a good time.&amp;#160; He said yes.&amp;#160; I then asked if he stayed out of trouble.&amp;#160; He answered with, “yes, &lt;em&gt;mostly&lt;/em&gt;”&amp;#160; *This is me with an eyebrow raised in Mr.East style”&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Speaking of Mr. East – my daughter was dusting the living room last night and dropped the carousel that he made that Mr. Gum gave me.&amp;#160; It broke one of the horses off, and shattered my Seville glass.&amp;#160; Kent says the horse can be fixed.&amp;#160; The seville – notsomuch.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I currently have about 2 dozen HUGE zucchinis and yellow squash on my counter.&amp;#160; I’m sure what to do with them.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The pool is clean.&amp;#160; And by clean – I mean Kent SCRUBBED it, vacuumed, and put in plenty of chemicals.&amp;#160; It no longer smells like the creek.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;My eyes hurt.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Yesterday was my last day at work.&amp;#160; I have a few reports to finish, and emails to forward, but other than that – I’m officially unemployed.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m placing an Avon order next week.&amp;#160; If you need anything – give me a call.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;5 days until NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK in St. Louis.&amp;#160; Every time I remember that, my heart skips a beat and I smile a big, cheesy grin.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It’s Friday night, and we have no plans.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I think I’m going to stop at 13, b/c it makes people freak out.&amp;#160; I think it’s funny.&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/5738594422482390786-198741022158720605?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/198741022158720605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=198741022158720605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/198741022158720605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/198741022158720605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-random-as-well.html' title='Something Random as well…'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8344683268006054964</id><published>2009-06-24T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:29:02.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgo Horoscope: Yearly Overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Wonderful things are in store for you this year, Virgo! You're experiencing tremendous feelings of rebirth and, as you release old ways of expressing yourself, you'll find yourself walking into all kinds of new experiences. Virgo loves to make sure everything is clear, concise and methodical, and this will help make it easy for you to graciously receive and beautifully adapt to the growth you are experiencing. You'll feel very peaceful with the changes happening both inside and outside of you, and you welcome the opportunity to express the new knowledge you gain. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;There's a renaissance going on within you that seems to have been asleep for sometime now. You discover where the doorway is and are ready to consciously find new meaning in your life, and to manifest who you are in your own way. Mentally, culturally, instinctually and spiritually, you'll be going through incredible transformation this year. Your fresh take on life will give you the ability to manifest a new reality. You take a big leap forward as you share these changes with others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;A re-emergence of your inventive and creative self will give you new ways of taking action and bringing your talents into the world. You will feel secure, safe and centered, which allows you to achieve anything you want in your life. You will feel more spiritually balanced in 2009 than ever before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WOW!!!&amp;#160; Did you just read that?&amp;#160; I know horoscopes are a bunch of bologna – but still.&amp;#160; Being very ‘peaceful’ with the changes that are happening – that’s not me.&amp;#160; At least not until recently. I’m truly at peace now with the direction my life is going.&amp;#160; God will provide.&amp;#160; I have no doubts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those of you that KNOW me, you know how miserable I have been for the last year.&amp;#160; Constantly disrespected, looked down upon, judged, etc….led to a very dark time in my life.&amp;#160; The HIVES that I experienced towards the end were just the outward physical signs of the stress my body was under.&amp;#160; I can’t begin to explain the effects that were going on inside my head, and my heart.&amp;#160; Anti-depressants, anxiety medication, and Benadryl were a normal part of my daily life.&amp;#160; I couldn’t function without them – mostly b/c without them I was covered in hives from head-to-toe, but also b/c of the depression that was consuming me.&amp;#160; If you’ve never experienced depression (and that means REAL depression – over time) you won’t have a clue what I’m talking about….for those that HAVE experienced it – God bless you for getting through it.&amp;#160; If it weren’t for my husband and my kids and my bestest friends – I wouldn’t be here.&amp;#160; If I didn’t take a nose-dive off the balcony, I would have stayed in bed forever.&amp;#160; Thank GOD I found reasons every day to get up and do what I had to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After visiting with a pastor from my NEW church, I realized that God was telling me to leave that job, and HE WOULD PROVIDE.&amp;#160; I made the decision on Wednesday to quit.&amp;#160; I wasn’t in the office Thursday, and HE wasn’t in the office Friday – so I planned to quit the following Tuesday when we had our ‘staff meeting’.&amp;#160; God told me to call the committee – I was still too scared to do it.&amp;#160; SO – God forced my hand!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not about to bad-mouth or trash talk any of the people I knew in my ‘former life’.&amp;#160; That’s not what this is about – but I do want to say a few things about why I am where I am, and where I’m going.&amp;#160; I worked a job for almost 4 years.&amp;#160; NO ONE had complained about the job I was doing.&amp;#160; It started with little ‘differences’ in the former boss and new boss.&amp;#160; All complaints about ME – personally.&amp;#160; My habits, my dress, my lifestyle, etc.&amp;#160; NOTHING was ever said about my job performance.&amp;#160; EXCEPT that I needed to find more work to do….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After four years – to the day, I might add – the committee comes into my office that Friday and says that ‘it’s not working out with you.&amp;#160; We’ve met with the pastor, and you haven’t changed, so you’re out”&amp;#160; They demanded my keys, told me to get my stuff and that they would mail my last check so you ‘don’t need to bother coming back’.&amp;#160; If this were ANY other job in the world – a job where I could steal files, or clients, or insider information – I would understand.&amp;#160; BUT – this was my CHURCH.&amp;#160; These people were my FAMILY.&amp;#160; In fact, one was my Deacon Family’s wife…..strange.&amp;#160; To be so degraded, humiliated, and insulted…..by people claiming to be doing ‘God’s Will”.&amp;#160; God would NEVER have treated me that way.&amp;#160; NEVER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In hindsight – this is the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me.&amp;#160; I found out who really cares about us – and let me say – it’s not anyone at that place – with the exception of the Chairman of the Deacons.&amp;#160; He was the ONLY one that has called me since my departure….and he was livid that they treated me that way.&amp;#160; His words were, “If we as a Deacon body would have known about this, we would have insisted on you staying – you’re the best we’ve ever had”.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; With that exception, I know that I can leave this place of ‘worship’ with a clear conscience.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since leaving this job, I have found the opportunity to go back to school!&amp;#160; My ‘other job’ ended b/c of budget cuts, so I qualify for the ‘displaced workers program’ through Ozark Action.&amp;#160; They will help with school costs, mileage, and babysitting expenses.&amp;#160; I also qualified for a Pell Grant and loans if I need them.&amp;#160; I may also be getting *some* unemployment, so that will help.&amp;#160; I’ll start substituting in the fall.&amp;#160; I may try to find some other part-time work, but I really want to concentrate on my studies – I’ll be taking full loads each semester, and they don’t look easy!&amp;#160; I’m going to be getting my BS in Human Services.&amp;#160; I’ll be able to work in the substance abuse field, or domestic violence, or social work.&amp;#160; This was my original goal when I went to college right out of high school!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I should also mention that our family has started attending services at Westside, and we have felt SO welcome, so loved, so WANTED.&amp;#160; AND – I actually know what it’s like to attend a service where the Holy Spirit is EVERYWHERE.&amp;#160; My kids LOVE their classes and Kent even likes it!&amp;#160; WOOHOO!!!&amp;#160; I have never felt more secure, and positive about my life than I do right now, this minute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Will I still have issues with depression?&amp;#160; Of course.&amp;#160; Will I let it get me to the point it has this last year???&amp;#160; NEVER again.&amp;#160; Have I even needed a xanax since my departure?&amp;#160; NO WAY!!!&amp;#160; That’s the best part! I have struggled with doing this blog for a long time, and I realized that I have nothing to be ashamed of.&amp;#160; I didn’t do anything WRONG.&amp;#160; The sinner in me wants to throw out insults and tell you things that were said and done, but what good will that do?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also want to say thanks to my friends and family that HAVE stuck by me, supported me, were my ‘shoulders’ this last year.&amp;#160; Most of you don’t know how low I was, but you knew I wasn’t ‘right’.&amp;#160; Thanks for not giving up on me.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now go back up and read my year’s horoscope.&amp;#160; Fitting, eh?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8344683268006054964?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8344683268006054964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8344683268006054964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8344683268006054964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8344683268006054964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/virgo-horoscope-yearly-overview.html' title='Virgo Horoscope: Yearly Overview'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1568846722361958266</id><published>2009-06-24T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:57:25.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>living with a 15 year old girl - Google Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dare you to Google that phrase. DO IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK GOD I have the daughter I have. I was recently complaining about the attitude my daughter had, and the way she SCREAMED all the time. I realize that 15 year old girls do this. I know b/c I used to BE a 15 year old girl. There are a few differences that I must explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom NEVER laid a hand on me, but I KNEW (instincts?) that she wouldn’t hesitate to back-hand me if I cussed at her or raised my voice for very long. Make your point and run….that was my philosophy. Krysteena has NOT learned this yet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was 15 – I really did KNOW EVERYTHING. My daughter, of course does not. How do I know…b/c as a 33 year old – I know EVERYTHING. Unless I don’t know it – then my mom does. *giggle* And I can admit that NOW… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very thankful that my daughter isn’t anything like I was at her age. I was a year older in school – so that’s part of it, but I also didn’t have the supervision she does. My mom worked two jobs and was very rarely home. I took advantage of that. Trust me, I know what she COULD be doing, and I’m thankful she isn’t. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a 15 year old girl – the world was a very different place. The worst thing that could happen at a party was a few people snuck off to smoke some dope…..NOW – don’t get me started on the trends – METH, prescription drugs, etc…I’m glad I work in the field I work in now – Krysteena is very smart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a 15 year old girl – I didn’t have little brothers to help take care of (thanks mom!) and my older brother was 7 years older, so he wasn’t around while I was IN school bringing my friends home. It’s a hard balance to keep your friends away from your brother. Didn’t really work – look who my brother married!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After googling that phrase – b/c of a discussion we were having here – I realize that I am truly blessed to have the mature, responsible, smart daughter that I have. She could be stabbing people. She could be wanting to be preggo (fat chance, she never wants THAT), or she could be into drugs…But she isn’t. And she says it’s b/c of who raised her. :) Yep – that would be ME – oh, and her dad….;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To sum it up – my daughter is the most beautiful, smart, witty, charming, gorgeous, funny, sarcastic, and WONDERFUL daughter a person could ever have. I’m lucky to have her. And, when she’s in her 30’s and comes to me with ‘stories’ – God, grant me the serenity to laugh it up and compare stories…..BUT PLEASE, don’t let that happen! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfilesAA0225/krysteena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfilesAA0225/krysteena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350769087826519138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SkHAIsMKZGI/AAAAAAAAACw/HWPcqDbxcqs/s320/krysteena+%3D%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn’t she gorgeous??? I love you Bug!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Misty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-1568846722361958266?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1568846722361958266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1568846722361958266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1568846722361958266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1568846722361958266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-with-15-year-old-girl-google.html' title='living with a 15 year old girl - Google Search'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SkHAIsMKZGI/AAAAAAAAACw/HWPcqDbxcqs/s72-c/krysteena+%3D%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-8725404725625769294</id><published>2009-06-22T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:55:07.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could see…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I have sneezed more times in the last 30 minutes than I have all week.&amp;#160; Obviously, there is an allergen around my house.&amp;#160; The neighbor is mowing out back – maybe that is it?&amp;#160; The windows are closed though…I haven’t touched any of the animals, and it started before I ate anything.&amp;#160; I really hate this.&amp;#160; I was forced to take a benedryl AGAIN, b/c my eyes are so red, itchy, and swollen – I can hardly see to type this!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; SO – I had the best weekend EVER.&amp;#160; I spent the night with my bestest friend Sara in KC and got to hold and love on my Sam-son-ite.&amp;#160; :)&amp;#160; There is nothing better than baby neck sugars.&amp;#160; And her bed is SO comfortable.&amp;#160; I may move up there, just to sleep in it every night!&amp;#160; We went out for sushi (thanks for dinner Fra!) and we ordered a few rolls.&amp;#160; We thought, ‘that should do, if we’re still hungry we can get more”&amp;#160; RRiiiiiggghhhhtttt….He brought out one dish, then another.&amp;#160; I asked about my tamago – he said it would be out soon….then brought THAT dish.&amp;#160; “Oh, and you girls realize you have another one coming, right?”&amp;#160; “WHAT!!!”&amp;#160; There was NO WAY we could eat all that food!&amp;#160; We ate until we needed to be rolled to our car, and saved the rest.&amp;#160; It made the trip home, and Kent and Tristan feasted like Kings last night!&amp;#160; Here are a few pics…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7340759&amp;amp;id=905130216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs105.snc1/4782_217411555216_905130216_7340758_3857685_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7340759&amp;amp;id=905130216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs085.snc1/4782_217411560216_905130216_7340759_4507761_n.jpg" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7340759&amp;amp;id=905130216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs105.snc1/4782_217411565216_905130216_7340760_4527682_n.jpg" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7340759&amp;amp;id=905130216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs085.snc1/4782_217411570216_905130216_7340761_3949681_n.jpg" width="604" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now THAT is sushi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Saturday night I went to Joey-Joe’s house.&amp;#160; We hung out, watched a movie, then went out.&amp;#160; I went to my first GAY bar.&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; And I watched a drag show.&amp;#160; THAT was cute.&amp;#160; And by cute, I mean – strange.&amp;#160; Weird even.&amp;#160; It would have been better if the lip syncing would have actually matched the words.&amp;#160; *giggle*&amp;#160; After seeing this new environment…I have a few thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You do NOT go to a gay bar to meet women.&amp;#160; I only saw a dozen or two women in the place and &lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;four of them were gay.&amp;#160; And I am only assuming this b/c they were kissing.&amp;#160; And they liked it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Gay men are the ‘bug light’ for fat chicks.&amp;#160; I mean NO disrespect to any of you.&amp;#160; I, myself, am a fat chick who was at that bar with gay men.&amp;#160; I was quickly informed it was MY job to find people for the ‘gay’ I was with.&amp;#160; I’m assuming that’s why they were there.&amp;#160; To make their friend look better and remind the “prey” of why they turned from women.&amp;#160; *giggle*&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The longer you stay at the bar, the more nekked the men get.&amp;#160; Why is it okay to take off your shirts as the night goes on?&amp;#160; I guess that’s the equivalent of the women stripping in a straight bar.&amp;#160; I only know ONE person who did that every night she was at a bar…and it was more than a shirt.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Men in this bar do NOT look at your cleavage.&amp;#160; Don’t bother.&amp;#160; The women don’t either – they are all straight.&amp;#160; I was totally out of my element.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The Gay bar has better music.&amp;#160; They do, I admit it.&amp;#160; AND – they have HUGE video screens to show videos as the night goes on.&amp;#160; SO – I spent a LOT of time watching the screens.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It is totally worth it to go to a place like this with someone who KNOWS the bartender.&amp;#160; He will make you really good drinks, and you don’t even have to ask for them.&amp;#160; He just knows.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It’s really weird to realize that the tattoo you want, is currently residing on the back of a really HOT gay man.&amp;#160; And it looks much better on HIS back, than it ever will on yours.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Alright – those are my thoughts.&amp;#160; I should also mention – that the bar was just off of Rainbow BLVD.&amp;#160; Yep – Rainbow.&amp;#160; Go figure.&amp;#160; I tried to take a picture to show that, but it didn’t turn out.&amp;#160; We were in the car, it was raining….you know the story.&amp;#160; So, I think this longest blog ever should make up for the days I was gone and didn’t blog.&amp;#160; I have a few more ideas and will work on those later!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~ Misty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-8725404725625769294?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/8725404725625769294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=8725404725625769294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8725404725625769294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/8725404725625769294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only-i-could-see.html' title='If only I could see…'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-1330412236887420649</id><published>2009-06-18T01:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:31:30.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW...the PRESSURE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; criticize Caro-lyn for not posting every WEEK on her blog. I didn’t write one DAY and someone was complaining. Huh. I didn’t realize I had anything important to say, that someone would miss it…..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing REALLY exciting to blog about. I went to church tonight – my first Wednesday at the new church. The music was AWESOME. My problem – I don’t sing. When there are a 100 people in a service, no one notices. When there are FIVE – people notice. I explained (to those who listened) that I “sing like an angel” Easily translated to mean = Only GOD would like it. :( I was completely overcome with the Holy Spirit, and realized how wrong I was to complain about the ‘powers that be’ at the ‘old church’. I need to re-think my thoughts….How do you stand up for yourself, but not put anyone down? I KNOW I didn’t do anything wrong, but simply saying, “He just wasn’t that into me” isn’t a great answer in response to why I’m not there….&lt;br /&gt;SO – I’m writing a blog in response to someone mentioning that they were reading, and waiting…now, if only I could get PAID for this. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Kent is home from work. Showering, and drinking his ‘nightly beer’. I’m having a glass of wine and waiting. That is one positive about not going to work…I can stay up and see my husband every night!!! WOW….actually have conversations!! Who knew you could have more than one night to CONVERSE????&lt;br /&gt;Going to KC tomorrow – pictures of baby Sammy to follow. I miss that baby SOOOO stinkin’ much – you couldn’t imagine! And I have promises of an eventful Saturday night at another friend’s house. I’m excited to be away from here – depression sucks when you are STUCK in one spot – I’ll miss the kids, but enjoy the ‘break’.&lt;br /&gt;So….Kent’s shower just shut off, and I’m tired of typing…so, time for conversations. I’ll post pics/blogs/something this weekend. I’ll leave you with the pic of sammy I love, and have as my desktop…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348551397861688530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjnfKJR3BNI/AAAAAAAAACo/DCQ1-iGfpXM/s320/me+and+sammy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles4AB932/me%20and%20sammy[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mistry&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/5738594422482390786-1330412236887420649?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/1330412236887420649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=1330412236887420649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1330412236887420649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/1330412236887420649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/wowthe-pressure.html' title='WOW...the PRESSURE!!'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjnfKJR3BNI/AAAAAAAAACo/DCQ1-iGfpXM/s72-c/me+and+sammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4397950999481170031</id><published>2009-06-16T00:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:41:51.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW KIDS....What could be better?</title><content type='html'>SOoooo……I put off blogging tonight, in hopes that something awesome would happen. Guess what???!!! Nada. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO – in honor of the Margorie…..*giggle* reading my blog….I give you pics from the last concert. AND – let it be known….Krysteena and I will be watching NKOTB live in St. Louis on JULY 1!!!!! In the first 20 rows!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW!!!!!! RIGHT!? I have to post the old pic of Margie in my room…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles6145DA9/img0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793229134406242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Sjctm6rLomI/AAAAAAAAABw/bRTAsJ5P6uk/s320/img003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pics I took FOR Her…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793774685870738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjcuGrAyWpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cKQTqluyeOc/s320/DSCF3012.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347794058373728706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjcuXL1PicI/AAAAAAAAACA/ssrnwqPGte0/s320/DSCF3050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles6145DA9/DSCF30272.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347795060618221474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjcvRhe816I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xTyXgVdoR5E/s320/DSCF3027.jpg" /&gt; For Krysteena….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347795541047078562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjcvtfOHbqI/AAAAAAAAACY/oKVoOuWyPhg/s320/DSCF3005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course – the PROOF that I’m the BEST mom in THE WORLD… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796119145224898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjcwPIzdGsI/AAAAAAAAACg/HfZBJxR8xqc/s320/DSCF3026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ever did anything right….it was introducing NKOTB to my daughter. :) Yeah, I’m a dork like that! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO - July 1 - who's going???&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/5738594422482390786-4397950999481170031?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4397950999481170031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4397950999481170031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4397950999481170031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4397950999481170031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kidswhat-could-be-better.html' title='NEW KIDS....What could be better?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Sjctm6rLomI/AAAAAAAAABw/bRTAsJ5P6uk/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4141999273575146315</id><published>2009-06-15T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:24:42.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not that OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Got an email today that one of my friends from high school had a heart attack and was in the ICU.&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; Could have knocked me over with a feather.&amp;#160; He’s only, what, almost 35?&amp;#160; He’s getting an angioplasty tomorrow.&amp;#160; Yeah, and he’s only 34!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Of course, thinking about that made me think of old times on the block with him.&amp;#160; He moved into the house across the street from me when we were in 5th grade.&amp;#160; Their family kinda adopted me – or I adopted them – or something.&amp;#160; I was there all the freakin’ time.&amp;#160; I can’t tell you how many games of monopoly we played, and hide-n-seek!!&amp;#160; We played all freakin’ night!&amp;#160; Thanks goes to his big sister for the ‘truth-or-dare’ game we played when I got my first kiss! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot about that family this week anyway, but this was a wake-up call.&amp;#160; His sister was my Maid of Honor and I haven’t even met her babies!&amp;#160; Time to stop making excuses, and MAKE time to see them.&amp;#160; Why does it usually involve a BAD thing to get us to open our eyes and get back in touch with people?&amp;#160; Probably b/c God knows I don’t do subtle well – He smacks me upside the head quite often.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;SO – here’s YOUR wake-up call (and it isn’t bad for YOU)!!&amp;#160; What are you waiting for?&amp;#160; CALL THEM, write them, email them, fax them, tweet them, facebook them, myspace them.&amp;#160; What’s stopping you?&amp;#160; In today’s world, with the choices of communication we have – why are you NOT talking to them???&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My prayers go out tonight to keep you safe in God’s hands Lee.&amp;#160; And to comfort your beautiful wife and kids.&amp;#160; Lord, be with the doctors tomorrow, and keep Lee safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4141999273575146315?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4141999273575146315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4141999273575146315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4141999273575146315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4141999273575146315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-not-that-old.html' title='We are not that OLD!'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-4689076811970001613</id><published>2009-06-14T00:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:41:17.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NORMAL day in our household...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So….I slept until Noon today – no surprise there. I’m NOT a morning person, and staying up all night playing with my blog and facebook and finding games online will keep you up late. OH – and I usually wait up for Kent on Friday nights, as Saturdays USED to be my ‘sleep-in’ days. So, I get up….get my coffee and head over to see what everyone is doing on facebook today. Just as I’m getting ready to update my status (and thinking of something creative is getting to be hard) I say to myself, “Self – what are we doing today? Spending the day by the pool or cleaning?” And my self answers, “I wish something exciting would happen today” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah – I actually thought that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between those thoughts, I &lt;strike&gt;screamed&lt;/strike&gt; reminded the boys that they shouldn’t be horsing around in the kitchen. I’m not kidding – TEN seconds later – BLOOD curdling scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles13030409/Rogancut1[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347051686384780450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjSLLcqeRKI/AAAAAAAAABY/uzM_AoafJTU/s320/Rogancut1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS is what happens when you &lt;strike&gt;ignore your mother&lt;/strike&gt; play with your brothers in the smallest kitchen in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK God we didn’t have to do stitches. They glued it. But still – an entire day in the ER. As I text everyone about what’s happening – Uncle Kev says, “TAKE PICTURES!!!” So…I do. Rogan says, “Why are you taking a picture for Uncle Kevin?” I say… “ummm…..so YOU can see it too” He was happy with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles13030409/Rogan%20cut2[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347051931376418882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjSLZtVCAEI/AAAAAAAAABg/xsP3-MCPh1A/s320/Rogan+cut2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close up – it had two little holes. Now mind you, I would NOT have taken these pictures the first 5 times I did this…(Avery has had stitches THREE times, Tristan once, and Rogan twice now). Tristan and Avery had stitches in the same week, with the same doctor. We got there and he hops on the table and says, “I’m ready” I begged Dr. Shaw “PLEASE don’t hotline me!” He was laughing too hard to take me seriously…. “boys will be boys” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, they wrapped Rogan in a sheet – and my MOM cried more than I did, and had to leave the room. Rogan told everyone, “They wrapped me in a sheep” So, today – no stitches – no sheet. He says when we get home, “Mom, I like this glue stuff – they didn’t have to wrap me in a sheep for the glue”. With that, I was assured that he wasn’t hurting anymore. And the finale: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347052312079636530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjSLv3jwGDI/AAAAAAAAABo/65i0AalgRow/s320/Rogan+cut3.jpg" /&gt;And if you were wondering - yes. Rogan got a new 'Cars' toy afterwards. Made his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfiles13030409/Rogan%20cut3[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-4689076811970001613?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/4689076811970001613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=4689076811970001613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4689076811970001613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/4689076811970001613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/so.html' title='A NORMAL day in our household...'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjSLLcqeRKI/AAAAAAAAABY/uzM_AoafJTU/s72-c/Rogancut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-7249455128573848884</id><published>2009-06-12T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:53:45.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the difference between Mayonnaise &amp; Miracle Whip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjKV76Y5YiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4LwWWMsOm0/s1600-h/mayonnaise-vs-miracle-whip.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346500564160700962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjKV76Y5YiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4LwWWMsOm0/s320/mayonnaise-vs-miracle-whip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter970258082/supfilesB6AC6E2/mayonnaise-vs-miracle-whip[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Dilemma: Two thick white dressings with similar flavor in similar-looking jars are bearing down on you from your refrigerator, and you’re asking yourself just one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?&lt;br /&gt;People You Can Impress: deli-goers and anyone killing time in the checkout line.&lt;br /&gt;The Quick Trick: Taste them both side by side. The sweeter one is Miracle Whip.&lt;br /&gt;The Explanation: In 1756, the French under Louis François Armand de Vignerot du Plessis, duc de Richelieu, captured Mahón on the Spanish-held island of Minorca. In honor of this victory, the duc’s chef created a new dressing for his master: Mahonnaise. It wasn’t until 1905, however, at Richard Hellmann’s New York deli, that Americans got to taste the goods. But boy, did it catch on! Within seven years, he’d mass-marketed the condiment as Hellmann’s Blue Ribbon Mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, mayo is one of those love-it-or-hate-it things. The lovers know that, in its most authentic form, mayo’s a pretty simple affair: raw egg yolks, oil, lemon juice or vinegar, and spices. Not much room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;But in 1933, Kraft Foods though differently. Inventor Charles Chapman’s patented emulsifying machine allowed regular mayonnaise to be evenly blended with cheaper dressings and more than 20 different spices (plus sugar). The result was Miracle Whip, which debuted at the 1933 Chicago World’s Fair. Promising to create "Salad Miracles with Miracle Whip Salad Dressing," the Whip was an instant hit (Note: It’s not known if the dressing is responsible for any non-salad-related miracles.)&lt;br /&gt;The main difference between Miracle Whip and mayonnaise are the sweeteners: high-fructose corn syrup and sugar are the fourth and fifth ingredients, respectively, of Miracle Whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah – that is what caused the great 15-yr-old-meltdown of June 12, 2009. Now – to repair my eardrums…..And for the record – she HATES miracle whip (I love it) and she loves mayonnaise (I hate it). I still think it’s responsible for miracles. No matter what they say. A sandwich just isn’t a sandwich without the great taste of miracle whip salad dressing…..right Bubby?&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/5738594422482390786-7249455128573848884?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/7249455128573848884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=7249455128573848884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7249455128573848884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/7249455128573848884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-difference-between-mayonnaise.html' title='What&apos;s the difference between Mayonnaise &amp; Miracle Whip?'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/SjKV76Y5YiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/N4LwWWMsOm0/s72-c/mayonnaise-vs-miracle-whip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738594422482390786.post-5947030235109863754</id><published>2009-06-10T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:59:14.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; I have a blog.&amp;#160; And I’m USING it.&amp;#160; Carolyn will be so proud.&amp;#160; Forgive me while I play.&amp;#160; I’ll get this all down.&amp;#160; And then you can laugh along with this crazy house!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5738594422482390786-5947030235109863754?l=mistryunique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/feeds/5947030235109863754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5738594422482390786&amp;postID=5947030235109863754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5947030235109863754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738594422482390786/posts/default/5947030235109863754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistryunique.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-kids-on-block.html' title='My first blog…'/><author><name>Mistry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17288197357374955213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYK12yOTKa0/Srf2hty_cTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6zC8V6Dkbg/S220/no+glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
