tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12263739504131963452024-02-20T18:11:06.375-08:00you and mepeace & loveMistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-86632900145482505372009-05-24T23:49:00.000-07:002009-05-24T23:56:40.713-07:00"Even in the mud the lotus can flower"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8UXRiaEZsCtlbJ8Y_NYlu9XEkhL-HluL_msaDk2Xu8fi9BdrqNrPj3e_KFsxG2Rc8f-FAyDQz3smnkS92KCXexHM742k2eRKticTk58rzWQQXjtYQTieG1ud0caboSpn1XVP3Cwf6_cg/s1600-h/lotus.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339650168859690786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8UXRiaEZsCtlbJ8Y_NYlu9XEkhL-HluL_msaDk2Xu8fi9BdrqNrPj3e_KFsxG2Rc8f-FAyDQz3smnkS92KCXexHM742k2eRKticTk58rzWQQXjtYQTieG1ud0caboSpn1XVP3Cwf6_cg/s400/lotus.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love this.</div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-47506898895574067032009-05-22T14:00:00.000-07:002009-05-22T14:03:09.245-07:00Ella's self-potrait<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsR0EsJvjCd4KfTvlcrdYALqs3ycMS2APY36cD0mwR8ZVbqmsz_Ncb9wjaSO8StcSw1qzXQwfuHFo-F1Q1lJ0wg4WD3cArE_A5oi3Axg7naqgfsY8VAeC4Y8wqKxjUi19dEqKXjiXiQvp/s1600-h/ellaselfpotrait.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338756715756149122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsR0EsJvjCd4KfTvlcrdYALqs3ycMS2APY36cD0mwR8ZVbqmsz_Ncb9wjaSO8StcSw1qzXQwfuHFo-F1Q1lJ0wg4WD3cArE_A5oi3Axg7naqgfsY8VAeC4Y8wqKxjUi19dEqKXjiXiQvp/s400/ellaselfpotrait.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-17481007296635316282009-04-07T08:41:00.000-07:002009-04-07T08:49:18.176-07:00gratitude<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Today I'm feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">I'm grateful for my:</span></p><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">life</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">family</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">friends</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">this roof over my head</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Ella and Sophia</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">and my husband</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">my faith in God</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">good people</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">music</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">laughter</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">kisses</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">hugs</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">reading</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">technology</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">cameras</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">pianos and all other lovely instuments</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">my daddy's trumpet</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">my skin</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">my baby calling me "dada"</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Ella saying "I have a great idea."</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">good food</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">chocolate and diet coke</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-43805307211628105012009-03-15T00:11:00.000-07:002009-03-15T00:51:04.543-07:00Dog for a Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8OkesNT1gRqEOJHvIGv97pWXlAnYqC8SFvUd0XhwPH7Fvqff31674XKljBHMSUxJI0EtC-0s2p3MCvaDS6A_eI5-FkIE6_vdlRc4SBCbs39Eb2cxpBqZ-Y30X0UczRkzSGVXxyfR2sA-/s1600-h/100_4601.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313316871981242450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8OkesNT1gRqEOJHvIGv97pWXlAnYqC8SFvUd0XhwPH7Fvqff31674XKljBHMSUxJI0EtC-0s2p3MCvaDS6A_eI5-FkIE6_vdlRc4SBCbs39Eb2cxpBqZ-Y30X0UczRkzSGVXxyfR2sA-/s400/100_4601.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtkw5Cxq6Ho-JsA-XtSH7_aJqI_VbE7WANJLhpZebN7ryoXrNE5PyOn4MhgzF4AgX7duO2C_Cl4tYATEIIc7YXrE9eSPyzpSxExBmGjUSicT2UbML1Jstk6BJgbaQ89PDhhHPPkKtwnsM/s1600-h/100_4598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313316591557704194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtkw5Cxq6Ho-JsA-XtSH7_aJqI_VbE7WANJLhpZebN7ryoXrNE5PyOn4MhgzF4AgX7duO2C_Cl4tYATEIIc7YXrE9eSPyzpSxExBmGjUSicT2UbML1Jstk6BJgbaQ89PDhhHPPkKtwnsM/s400/100_4598.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBISf7OgBlq1K0VjDcMC7kShYjAMD4VNLYxMmGoGgKa-0hAZC_BZZN5_QKrpzgsrGtQdc3IdrcHRGcN6yNMn7EHd7RYEAk1OBwPgF1cCpFC_fjq3mFTw8cmmVWRegrV7KeA3Wu0zm5laY/s1600-h/100_4599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313317193625347202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBISf7OgBlq1K0VjDcMC7kShYjAMD4VNLYxMmGoGgKa-0hAZC_BZZN5_QKrpzgsrGtQdc3IdrcHRGcN6yNMn7EHd7RYEAk1OBwPgF1cCpFC_fjq3mFTw8cmmVWRegrV7KeA3Wu0zm5laY/s400/100_4599.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">so, the girls and I were driving west-bound on baseline and the cars ahead came to a sudden stop</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">so I stopped (girls were most appreciative)and there was this dog trying to cross the street. She looked scared, worried, confused. As we passed by, the rear-view mirror told me, "That poor dog isn't going to make it. Baseline is busy, extremely busy. Look at her still in the middle of the street. Turn around!" But I ignored the mirror. Now my gut started to talk now and several blocks later I was driving east-bound to find that dog. I got out of my car and checked her tags (she had tags!) and I called. The man on the other end wished me luck as he gave me the owners numbers. Lucy, the five year old golden retreiver was going for a ride in my kia. The girls were elated. The dog: relieved. I left messages on the machines and showed Lucy our backyard. She played with the tennis ball. She was happy on her back getting a belly rub by the girls. She even made the cutest noise as we scratched. Secretly, I was hoping the owners would never call. I could see us and Lucy working out. That was approximately 10:30am. 3:30PM I get a call from Bev. The owner. She was crying before she utter her first word. She was calling from the funeral. She buried her daugther today. If I didn't believe in guardian angels before, I do now.</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Lucy is back with her family. And I believe in miracles.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-670120222397792042009-03-06T16:56:00.000-08:002009-03-07T18:22:16.840-08:00try it you wont like it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenX8Jn4qyzJIs34iDmGTZBLoZ2op7t6-qc5ngvxwjnmX5nEFqww4ah_z98gQCN77vA3UCOi-yytyFArWn0rskoXVp0LHeeYO1tOkcs2Ym3JTEIZDYBaNlk8WDTNKTYZWsftcfYBF6zV5v/s1600-h/misty13wks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310636512353773330" style="WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenX8Jn4qyzJIs34iDmGTZBLoZ2op7t6-qc5ngvxwjnmX5nEFqww4ah_z98gQCN77vA3UCOi-yytyFArWn0rskoXVp0LHeeYO1tOkcs2Ym3JTEIZDYBaNlk8WDTNKTYZWsftcfYBF6zV5v/s400/misty13wks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7vn1X2SXkvVs2qVH1SrMu_voukcyOxGw7wLsAZ2mlK7THFcMUKYMgBAMSoeYkW4asG5OHgJ41Xvq2BE7j872ckgp2asYkm-t3wuJzIT7WOo5_qH08Ol789Jjuh7nqkAnkymYb6SW4kkA/s1600-h/misty13wks.jpg"></a><br /><br /><p>being pregnant that is...</p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">I was 13 weeks preggers here with Sophia-to-be</span></p><span style="color:#000000;">I was HORRIBLY sick but somehow managed to crawl out of bed</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">take a shower, put some make-up on and take a picture of my growing</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">belly. My house had been on the market for about 11 months and we just received </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">an offer! Notice Ella under the desk. She layed in bed with me for those</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">zillion months or so without complaining once. We sure have alot</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">of cartoons under our belt... alot of vomiting, alot of tears, alot of vomiting, </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">a lot of phone calls to my BFF Cindy and alot of vomiting!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I don't miss the year 2007 at all!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Except it did bring me a cute little Sophia BIA Bee bundle. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I'm glad I snapped this memory: to remind </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">myself why Pregnant Misty will never happen again!! </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Try this if you got nothing better to do:</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">GOTO your documents/photo </span></em></p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Click on the 6th folder</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">click on the 6th picture</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">and write about it. </span></em></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-77153303598039832812009-02-10T19:03:00.000-08:002009-02-10T19:26:58.568-08:00My husband's girlfriend wrote this:<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfYqiZtENPcpWiMPmi_geZnT2F1pVthmMB0x2S9arInNYDf_q0EqTfE-NVoTHJpMJ5qi58bca3JTHeFcpCahhg4vtVjb5KUMGQ0jo2Rg3UZ3sl9xqxwZrAaf9SDo04GsrOwzH4NA3z-0z/s1600-h/death+valley+2002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301373276432024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfYqiZtENPcpWiMPmi_geZnT2F1pVthmMB0x2S9arInNYDf_q0EqTfE-NVoTHJpMJ5qi58bca3JTHeFcpCahhg4vtVjb5KUMGQ0jo2Rg3UZ3sl9xqxwZrAaf9SDo04GsrOwzH4NA3z-0z/s400/death+valley+2002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>Christian Kiley and his girlfriend</em></span><br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Do you know <a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~cmkiley/">Christian Kiley</a>? He is a very talented, tall, dark, bald (I mean shaved) mysterious, witty, goofy and handsome kind of a man. He is an amazing husband, daddy, son, brother, friend, teacher and boyfriend. I heart this man. I am proud of this man.<br />Today he received his first check for writing. Ladies and Gentlemen, CK has arrived! :) We celebrated. I made him <em><strong>my</strong> </em>favorite dinner. (well, I would have made him <strong><em>his</em> </strong>favorite dinner if the mail had come any earlier) Spaghetti with a rich meat sauce & yummy garlic bread (of course). Ella thinks his writing is fantastic. So does his girlfriend.<br />We're proud of you, Kiley.<br />XOXO<br />Misty, Ella and Sophia<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-35049106223224834022009-02-10T12:41:00.000-08:002009-02-10T12:47:19.996-08:00My POV<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong> </strong>Sophia</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEGIEg4W9OAA3ZDPZ4cJjaEWnLZQ2v5owrzDmpL0t-AOG05QRg2IJHxHe-JxsPke6RggR_BXz3pQiN_8oWnqwBAuncqz8DRgPv-nYDGu9uD87ZzZoGxkj9YQhyNX_ctkEpO3AwfOhNEzR/s1600-h/100_4413.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;">'s napping, Ella's at preschool, mommy should be reading chpt six of <em>Making Content Comprehensible for English Learners </em>but instead she's enjoying her POV.</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301272084379080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTEGIEg4W9OAA3ZDPZ4cJjaEWnLZQ2v5owrzDmpL0t-AOG05QRg2IJHxHe-JxsPke6RggR_BXz3pQiN_8oWnqwBAuncqz8DRgPv-nYDGu9uD87ZzZoGxkj9YQhyNX_ctkEpO3AwfOhNEzR/s400/100_4413.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"> Beautiful, isn't it?</span><br /><br /></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-5989831669695676282009-02-07T15:23:00.000-08:002009-02-07T15:27:17.239-08:00Friday is Make-Your-Own-Pizza night!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7u6hlwJrQtCOYZt5Awsi_-g6c4HTA2EkNspIiFS7pTpMC7ZBzsnktPe_WYyagg0mSanJFvMK6mCn58dDUYGz0zuEeKGuVMcTmBIZ5gGJzTVYPSLmnzEmWiu3EDPKOjs-iWiHUXULLAZn/s1600-h/100_4408.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300200426635359554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7u6hlwJrQtCOYZt5Awsi_-g6c4HTA2EkNspIiFS7pTpMC7ZBzsnktPe_WYyagg0mSanJFvMK6mCn58dDUYGz0zuEeKGuVMcTmBIZ5gGJzTVYPSLmnzEmWiu3EDPKOjs-iWiHUXULLAZn/s400/100_4408.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"> Ella showing off her Barbeque Chicken Pizza. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#009900;">She made the dough from scratch! :)</span><br /></span></em></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-24062299329744824602009-01-29T20:10:00.000-08:002009-01-29T20:28:33.354-08:00Miss Kiley<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ObYgh-lmr6ResUjMJJZjyplxbDY7XkPK76EGfapYOhIG0dtiKI9b_QibOj9VmS9uTIskToQgUuj95gmCglBqltVuY6LbeYzgwes4IcKUPbXGHoPGLfaqxlQGi5-c5jxCZPqAKQ8Ednde/s1600-h/100_4396.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935748522923010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ObYgh-lmr6ResUjMJJZjyplxbDY7XkPK76EGfapYOhIG0dtiKI9b_QibOj9VmS9uTIskToQgUuj95gmCglBqltVuY6LbeYzgwes4IcKUPbXGHoPGLfaqxlQGi5-c5jxCZPqAKQ8Ednde/s400/100_4396.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"> Ella the teacher</span></em></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today was Community Helper day at Ella's preschool. Notice the clipboard? She was prepared to assess her students' knowledge of the alphabet. She had stickers too. :) </span><br /></span></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDQT60pD3ceHkfiLvXnTKzfFav2pzAMYbYpHzjMuvYBGLNi7PzQG3C5XNQrN1KlGfrTIVEGoEOBTibVJZ7tkMAnRaPOHxYHyaK8qHvdgybaeT4wx5BOP2XyQlACAyjXxzvk8Jr4bUVsjQ/s1600-h/100_4392.JPG"></a><br /></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-22921403922897471752009-01-22T14:32:00.000-08:002009-01-22T14:40:09.469-08:00Back in Business<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvQfxvf99tr3I91-ooyuiURH2mU8TrIb02fu88f4zvycXPg9GKd_pdGstBIgxRIeVfLdMasDdO6bHEV_Xm9BILnI8jT5HQv-nS2wKA5DQf2aypB8rk1VUgbZ-auaMEpNfrpUCtznUcOVw/s1600-h/100B4360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294251230607566450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvQfxvf99tr3I91-ooyuiURH2mU8TrIb02fu88f4zvycXPg9GKd_pdGstBIgxRIeVfLdMasDdO6bHEV_Xm9BILnI8jT5HQv-nS2wKA5DQf2aypB8rk1VUgbZ-auaMEpNfrpUCtznUcOVw/s400/100B4360.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">So I got me some makeup, memory card, mustard, and a dvd folder-holder thingy at Target yesterday. Then, me and the babes got some Target popcorn and Ella made her 526th friend this year. Her name is Claire (age 2).<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">We're Back in Business.</span></strong> </div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-39825382002139120722009-01-18T11:59:00.000-08:002009-01-18T12:04:42.247-08:00This is Nie and she's back.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-jl0tT9bal4jDxrG4ikgWTEU8oTxxquDSIEzKWp14V74nLufDcpY_BBoHRZo6p7iv6BKTOi2jtkRSwXSbO6PwTZ7QPalCL_Jsuv-sgVnUTVVLwvuuVjJjAFdxk1xrULl1Yd3CkkIuGq0/s1600-h/nie+and+babe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726418434228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-jl0tT9bal4jDxrG4ikgWTEU8oTxxquDSIEzKWp14V74nLufDcpY_BBoHRZo6p7iv6BKTOi2jtkRSwXSbO6PwTZ7QPalCL_Jsuv-sgVnUTVVLwvuuVjJjAFdxk1xrULl1Yd3CkkIuGq0/s400/nie+and+babe.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com</a></p>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-30057073824035089812009-01-13T00:30:00.001-08:002009-01-13T00:37:37.976-08:00I like tori<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOoJXERPU3oxE97wYDSdy8jTXts7oUda6cucXMCb6SIfmbFEDJOJUpoQ3Aif4NRsLHWn5i6GDbmRffQQczbZfxm2_uJ_oiYlCJKOdTwK5hNG7efxcbxwsVPrIKecPB9xjC9C6h0E0aIE69/s1600-h/tori+amos.jpg"></a><br /><div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-84134092188996839462009-01-13T00:06:00.000-08:002009-01-13T00:29:10.846-08:00TO POC OR NOT TO POC<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>i have no picture for you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>this is a perfect example of my bad poc ways </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>If you POC, that means your camera has a permanent home</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>where it resides... it must be above toddler-reaching capabilities because</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>if you don't POC, you leave camera any old where and thusly, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>toddler gets a hold of it and takes the memory card (don't ask me how)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>and decides to play hide-&-seek with it. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Shame on me for betraying POC. I have lost my way. I hope that </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>when i truly repent of my anti-pocful ways that he will</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>let me back in.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>I am SO SORRY!!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>AND I am terribly upset that this hide-&-seek game has lasted for 5 days and 6 hours.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>I've looked in the trash cans, the litter box... under the couch, her poop??? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>(no, I didn't... but thought about it)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>ALAS, lovely memories of thanksgiving, christmas, parties, & loved ones, You'll</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>just have to reside in my heart forever until I can get off my lazy butt</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>and go buy another memory card.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>and yes, my camera has seen </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Point Of Completion.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;">Have you?</span> </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-84431759170303222152008-12-13T20:31:00.001-08:002008-12-13T20:41:42.586-08:00Naughty or Nice?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQN8vG5lcbKywKJQ-GfxvwKitPaYdr8D-0qDWi4_e_tyBKipGVUn1NTpFZrPyCK7MGXSahSgzyvhHEeLreitsSpOxH1ilmT_IAqR2boWmLhEmTB9RIczRboqgd0hAMeFsTPl6wo9_-rpw/s1600-h/100_4159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279500108400185730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQN8vG5lcbKywKJQ-GfxvwKitPaYdr8D-0qDWi4_e_tyBKipGVUn1NTpFZrPyCK7MGXSahSgzyvhHEeLreitsSpOxH1ilmT_IAqR2boWmLhEmTB9RIczRboqgd0hAMeFsTPl6wo9_-rpw/s400/100_4159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxb8DqJdxfKGH-H8vheOjK-Jsu1c2Sm9SWb0AIOMA-yVdTszLKbBwvxB4trqUPvSGm_gBZAK15EMsylaqSekOqlVC_gIvN23KqijOPw65e4ydSo4GpZxWM8P6koH963adFBu_HuyTSJKh/s1600-h/100_4159.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-84327974316752618442008-12-05T22:18:00.000-08:002008-12-05T23:35:11.134-08:00BELIEVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiepXQ62YsHlcJ36kcOdKeeohvSM377OANWDR9sJ-eOd3H9b7-Q0XH71CdYbpJRFmIoK3nV6elAUVUVUtmVBfK5e_1xa9Ujz0qMySPmLofeIMQhqn5h5ADGYFsLbGalsfkLYyM3ytQ44pp/s1600-h/100_4024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276574045027154642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiepXQ62YsHlcJ36kcOdKeeohvSM377OANWDR9sJ-eOd3H9b7-Q0XH71CdYbpJRFmIoK3nV6elAUVUVUtmVBfK5e_1xa9Ujz0qMySPmLofeIMQhqn5h5ADGYFsLbGalsfkLYyM3ytQ44pp/s200/100_4024.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">Underneath my kitchen sink, the faucet started to leak. I investigated and sure enough, a washer-ringy thing broke. So, not a big deal. Just get a new one and all should be well... <strong><em>WELL</em></strong>, we did get a new washer-ringy thing, but as I tried to replace it, I snapped the pcp pipe. That was in October. I'm not sure why I've waited so long to fix it. Perhaps roaming endlessly down Home Depot aisles was enough to keep me at bay, but I think more than anything, I didn't <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">BELIEVE</span> I could fix it. Today, as I was trying to deal with Mr. One Sink Wonder, I had enough. I grabbed the broken pipe & babes in tote and we were at the big orange square in no time. And it wasn't that bad. We found the faucet repair aisle (it's really called that) and I compared my pipe with a few other bad boys & I found the match. It took 3 minutes and $2.50 later to find myself under my kitchen sink. Never mind Sophia coloring on the kitchen floor,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572805189107826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Mr29Kw_uabDSvfFLUQ1asmZOnLWYNg7IPiruC5q-0hi-NuAEmhveoQr0Q-KCjkChiBTpMdCKdfoxmFrFXSSQ_0BGiUS_CQziMC6d9zZf20K92aRlrsvr3a5MbYvwChb72wzkBApzAYSS/s200/100_4025.JPG" border="0" /> have you looked under your sink lately? It's a crazy mess, but I was determined. Ella supplied me with words of encouragement and when I finally thought I got all the parts back where they belonged... we ran the water and Mr. Two Sinks was back! It's appropriate that I purchased a red <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">BELIEVE </span>decor a few weeks back. It's residing on my kitchen table or maybe it should go hang out with the sink... because I learned a valuable lesson today. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">BELIEVE </span>in Santa, ok... that's good. But<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"> BELIEVE</span> in self, that's priceless. And speaking of christmas, as a present to self, I think I'll make an ornament out of the old pipe, just as a reminder to </span></p><span style="color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276571264129266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhcxLfz7JKTteJGcpLjrQ-zF4x1RiAWuafeP8nF_C-NCQjiF5FuncrmpikIcVd0lemG4zRzjZH5UMm2oa8UrZvUXLgai2xtRBYYECakeI3q9XNiQP3ue5hnoyNxEBEJWVjokYtpPTygLE/s400/100_4014.JPG" border="0" /> </span></div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-12851825702372055312008-12-03T18:20:00.001-08:002008-12-03T18:34:31.678-08:00Favorite Things<span style="font-size:180%;"><a title="Wordle: favorite things" href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/359601/favorite_things"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; WIDTH: 342px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid; HEIGHT: 224px" height="120" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/359601/favorite_things" width="322" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;">this is wordle, click it and you can create your own! it's fun... too fun.</span>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-72168725826652205792008-12-01T20:48:00.001-08:002008-12-01T20:51:30.522-08:00The unpacking blues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9mBzErC5l40pkD6m1BweI6uariiF5xusyBwyP_Kps1oLkz4QiSZ_Hfghd-4TU2OpWOzuXSA1cmGwVe3qKIi8IfHORmEvuyqsfNq42W_RlozXcbffO1WQkwAYhiofU_bi5llEv6HXklqA/s1600-h/100_3973.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275050791372376914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9mBzErC5l40pkD6m1BweI6uariiF5xusyBwyP_Kps1oLkz4QiSZ_Hfghd-4TU2OpWOzuXSA1cmGwVe3qKIi8IfHORmEvuyqsfNq42W_RlozXcbffO1WQkwAYhiofU_bi5llEv6HXklqA/s400/100_3973.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-5782071781310534192008-11-21T15:25:00.000-08:002008-11-21T15:35:12.456-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"><blockquote><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">tell me now if you came sneaking up behind </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">would you know me and see behind the smile </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I can change like colors on the wall </span><br /></span><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">hoping no one else will find what lies beneath it all </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I think I had it all so well </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">stepping out everyone can see my face </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">all the things I can’t erase from my life </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">everybody knows </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">standing out so you wont forget my name </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">that’s the way we play this game of life </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">everybody knows </span><br /></span><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">looking through the crowd I search for something else </span><br /></span><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">but every time I turn around I run into myself </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">here I stand consumed with my surroundings </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">just another day with everybody looking </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I swore they’d never see me cry </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">you say I’ll pay the price </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">that’s a chance that I’ll take </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ffff;">though you may think I’m telling lies</span> </span></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#33ffff;">but I just call it getting by</span> <strong>~dixie chicks</strong></span>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-576841026250507052008-11-20T02:51:00.000-08:002008-11-20T03:00:10.324-08:00Did you know?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXZMVbTPqJ3kg8CrUzTEHuIu6ow_wpXMpUsvl24Nl8ebBbPncyYKdvqiVJxjlila5R7Da19gtRsHCKqmKDYkGmPZ5eKzIJ6B1GaZBeVe6wru1OXvR7E-7K1tdicaX4Oo2mR4t10hdQei-/s1600-h/100_3432.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270692476701087090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXZMVbTPqJ3kg8CrUzTEHuIu6ow_wpXMpUsvl24Nl8ebBbPncyYKdvqiVJxjlila5R7Da19gtRsHCKqmKDYkGmPZ5eKzIJ6B1GaZBeVe6wru1OXvR7E-7K1tdicaX4Oo2mR4t10hdQei-/s400/100_3432.JPG" border="0" /></a> marilyn & I go way back<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2vcMTID_R1P5AVRBeGXaNz0VtCL7Uy1kBAvmGFLaGe957Gyy0qc9qpPgbmflhkhf3B4_Q918uXxR7iwB02PwSjfEgDuxNATTd0zT5p-nvNFk89eoggjF4eyCwmcYJDNtbKuSYvgn0B-6/s1600-h/100_3469.JPG"></a>well, now everybody knows.<br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-80123431600605306692008-11-20T02:44:00.000-08:002008-11-20T02:49:22.442-08:00Muggin' on my girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlemRtEkTW5W_cBHBwS1DAc5rhldMyCMX8XF8aEHP_fWlszfEXl53CbG4mHpnBhQduhstBP-MjYSGCICE5niKl2X71i479XseH53pU4sCszz7WHx04iiuP6wsOBDadxVOe1XHydGcrTJj/s1600-h/100_3823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270689939536537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlemRtEkTW5W_cBHBwS1DAc5rhldMyCMX8XF8aEHP_fWlszfEXl53CbG4mHpnBhQduhstBP-MjYSGCICE5niKl2X71i479XseH53pU4sCszz7WHx04iiuP6wsOBDadxVOe1XHydGcrTJj/s400/100_3823.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-76914902782877945372008-11-13T21:36:00.001-08:002008-11-13T22:01:51.278-08:00The acting bug came to visit.<div><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKqHGlNrnQBFxxK6LAj4NNmOmAqE38w9DvEB2II9VZ1GbEwLTVFIjDnBMdlXdUZUN9OuyHgknpue6_cjkzXi7Ifiqa_a48hjL0ZvF8zRPg3CpasEJSF2u-71i0B40qXQH0iA8nuxCTJwp/s1600-h/100_3777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268383562963146338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKqHGlNrnQBFxxK6LAj4NNmOmAqE38w9DvEB2II9VZ1GbEwLTVFIjDnBMdlXdUZUN9OuyHgknpue6_cjkzXi7Ifiqa_a48hjL0ZvF8zRPg3CpasEJSF2u-71i0B40qXQH0iA8nuxCTJwp/s400/100_3777.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong> This is my daughter in her daddy's play.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268388300610301266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoysdDttHjm7nQ8Yyq6vRK_iB5qepQtYzl0piVJYc4RqBauTOtk4HsdcVdjkwzR2rkIV2IPFTYfDOrPRmbFFvVK9HLkD_HZUUt-o9GV8kuLGTzFnC-H5WxMiMih64iHrkopLenUmYWEJFg/s400/100_3783.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>This is my daughter acting her little heart out.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268385861110539666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEFjX6H_yfy_wASv33LRRQJ5m9pFn0nojnao7vMZgbbzS3wrx58Wv50h4vN6w0fDDMDFjoQ6h4efN-Bl_HIwaF4pyt8rUFO3TwcFqTeU69gf4NjGsEXuB-dKd82ogWdUl9JSlu8NuzKgi/s400/100_3785.JPG" border="0" /><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Her favorite part, of course.</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268384882870952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4SmQFuvoiRUfk8AbLkzRYjEsddYX5vD-0NgR3Z87URLPStVtF3_rLzFNBru4OdEc0SecCsL0ANL6Yvrb_oIOcRZHNokp3szaAnwF7CSLqXJ9kvH6seQAkjXdislwciWaQvTAXebp9lnn/s400/100_3776.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">I'm so proud of her!!!</span></p></div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-63751120902788481642008-11-03T17:21:00.001-08:002008-11-03T17:29:41.279-08:00Organized????<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88u3CdCxeyjjoPtNsXKxihZ_WomX7Rw5FIWMjP7ONfmEE_5DXJMaSQUK2pwMdZuL7Ce-DNQuj9J648emqgfbPRPIG-clxcruJVH5cQiQAR1J9aOhdH9Dc9rzHRij0SCfkJoB3PyvbUcS8/s1600-h/100_3751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606873181946098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg88u3CdCxeyjjoPtNsXKxihZ_WomX7Rw5FIWMjP7ONfmEE_5DXJMaSQUK2pwMdZuL7Ce-DNQuj9J648emqgfbPRPIG-clxcruJVH5cQiQAR1J9aOhdH9Dc9rzHRij0SCfkJoB3PyvbUcS8/s400/100_3751.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"> If you know me, you know this is</span> <strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HUGE</span>.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Thanks to</span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#66ffff;">Lori</span></span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">for inspiring me.</span></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-4460915095821456182008-11-01T12:26:00.001-07:002008-11-01T12:30:05.404-07:00October Madness<div><embed src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2449958197305418996&site=widget-f4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2449958197305418996&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p1/2449958197305418996/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2449958197305418996&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p2/2449958197305418996/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2449958197305418996&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f4.slide.com/p4/2449958197305418996/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-68853056643644541212008-10-30T15:57:00.000-07:002008-10-30T16:10:28.158-07:00"give oh give away"<a href="http://www.leeloublogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Leelou Blogs" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee180/juliewuliee/link.jpg" border="0" /></a> Leelou is giving away this awesome memory mixer digital scrapbooking thingy....hurry, this is the last day to enter! {I tried to add the other Leelou launch party button but was having some trouble....} Just click on this icon and off you'll go, explore...comment.... this is a great site if you are interested in making your blog more creative and fun... {hmmmm, i'm interested.}Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226373950413196345.post-40387602223394050322008-10-24T21:22:00.001-07:002008-10-24T21:45:05.081-07:00Bangs?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-FeeJOjPDFcoTo54FnbJPcBPuVNBV-fmk3iqQyUmw2ur1E-IODkBQPM4kcSgnw_qD9ITV-IZKtUlx2Mtc8GW_nkg-Y7mxmLE171YR_20MwMlBRczegzHTPrbon2LCagCnT3JXYmY-pL/s1600-h/100_3503.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260947065561553266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-FeeJOjPDFcoTo54FnbJPcBPuVNBV-fmk3iqQyUmw2ur1E-IODkBQPM4kcSgnw_qD9ITV-IZKtUlx2Mtc8GW_nkg-Y7mxmLE171YR_20MwMlBRczegzHTPrbon2LCagCnT3JXYmY-pL/s200/100_3503.JPG" border="0" /></a> this is what i would look like<br /></div><p align="left"></p>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05778782269994339805noreply@blogger.com0