tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182938922024-03-13T02:44:28.923-05:00This Could Be FunMistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.comBlogger263125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-7647307172970160292012-01-22T15:03:00.005-06:002012-01-22T15:15:11.824-06:00Fire: Day 22/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8UdX9c3Bxjnhvk5S_Sx9zqRSLIgkbrI4sfn3hx4in37scLsbIlfITUo5fbcgP67mmpcd68bs6ASczZVJHslksun7hEE8i_gduqUhkVbT1MBqANx8_T7ySm2tvpFz0wxMP8WD/s1600/DSC_0038a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8UdX9c3Bxjnhvk5S_Sx9zqRSLIgkbrI4sfn3hx4in37scLsbIlfITUo5fbcgP67mmpcd68bs6ASczZVJHslksun7hEE8i_gduqUhkVbT1MBqANx8_T7ySm2tvpFz0wxMP8WD/s320/DSC_0038a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700566154298651794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9oRMreq12ZmYpXFhPNABb9n3UGIQCZXUxPbup97_j1-tvVZHOosvd0PoONl5y7tZsYAiKmg-mdoF1BfNXVPtHmkrZ3dt-VjfvYxBNeV3QLQbKvrssJH73CgsmWATEYltzZlz/s1600/DSC_0044a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9oRMreq12ZmYpXFhPNABb9n3UGIQCZXUxPbup97_j1-tvVZHOosvd0PoONl5y7tZsYAiKmg-mdoF1BfNXVPtHmkrZ3dt-VjfvYxBNeV3QLQbKvrssJH73CgsmWATEYltzZlz/s320/DSC_0044a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700565634653605970" /></a><br />I was burning some old bills today and thought it would be cool to capture some pictures of the fire.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-20587972830436385402012-01-21T19:09:00.001-06:002012-01-22T15:14:56.854-06:00Focus: Day 21/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUIBUneLj28z85loJ96_cTerFwFNj0lV5J6lZeXOHrAltWowPqDDV9Y4h3Bsj3L3fCV_R2FE3d9qHDR3G-TznG5ixqM7vfs9OCDA3IdMqmFiT-1RmBN152KgfGfqOXsYGT328/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUIBUneLj28z85loJ96_cTerFwFNj0lV5J6lZeXOHrAltWowPqDDV9Y4h3Bsj3L3fCV_R2FE3d9qHDR3G-TznG5ixqM7vfs9OCDA3IdMqmFiT-1RmBN152KgfGfqOXsYGT328/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700566845929690210" /></a><br /> A friend and I took a basic photography class today. I wish it would have been more hands on. I did get a lot from it and I hope to keep practicing and get better at taking pictures.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-51945050317025826312012-01-20T22:15:00.000-06:002012-01-22T15:26:21.081-06:00Frosty: 20/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjiBrqFIZI3egHLVDX8eH-zWNd3tJ4VlEKj-Xf2PiONGnFkemi1KACgGJqrHIbDdvOMC0Y-mqdmDtJLFvOOvrafggpfS6Jwt8w7SIP5XaHbQyTW-EsQnrKVUxpUDwJpshk9XbU/s1600/photo20+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjiBrqFIZI3egHLVDX8eH-zWNd3tJ4VlEKj-Xf2PiONGnFkemi1KACgGJqrHIbDdvOMC0Y-mqdmDtJLFvOOvrafggpfS6Jwt8w7SIP5XaHbQyTW-EsQnrKVUxpUDwJpshk9XbU/s320/photo20+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700570357333212354" /></a><br /> This was my windshield this morning.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-45528627594462869882012-01-19T21:30:00.000-06:002012-01-22T15:33:52.420-06:00Making it Count: Day 19/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG94DE6cB8cFzD9SPSf_t20b7VlMlE5a6lpL3CDGwT-_IUa_xxD4U6sRxU0AvSFaYX3hhQY7YpZOSCkgIhV1P91dG-PRY1kqmEU7HhkgvBX1HFzI3VD1yFLEHSXjaPqmNWWdCd/s1600/photo19.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG94DE6cB8cFzD9SPSf_t20b7VlMlE5a6lpL3CDGwT-_IUa_xxD4U6sRxU0AvSFaYX3hhQY7YpZOSCkgIhV1P91dG-PRY1kqmEU7HhkgvBX1HFzI3VD1yFLEHSXjaPqmNWWdCd/s320/photo19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700572682460063570" /></a><br />Since we are moving in a few months, I thought we should count all the coins in our change jar. We had just over $300!!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-69658308075529864372012-01-18T23:26:00.001-06:002012-01-22T15:28:00.089-06:00Sky View: Day 18/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8aTH4IOsWA95Y1MSh1cFYg9BDT4jleqRUG3BDj_wFzmGCCy2WDlXfj1uuqW5MSGLAQi96y-lMjWFH_J_dYUMpGdQJZnVxGWhPBMea5aBF71oxTP2rHyzO-NAHwW_5OWuQ2lh/s1600/photo18.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8aTH4IOsWA95Y1MSh1cFYg9BDT4jleqRUG3BDj_wFzmGCCy2WDlXfj1uuqW5MSGLAQi96y-lMjWFH_J_dYUMpGdQJZnVxGWhPBMea5aBF71oxTP2rHyzO-NAHwW_5OWuQ2lh/s320/photo18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700571050936259922" /></a><br /><br />The sky as I was headed to town this afternoon.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-38840916792227024902012-01-17T15:34:00.001-06:002012-01-22T15:45:20.891-06:00Swamp: Day 17/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_eRuq0GVNn8_w-B52qBVHMcTqPjCaYRAAP0OBrQWqbOaNn3fnja-96NeIRYB4UreQL8Hxg-U0j56Fn1U5JfTVCq_Z_ZfYw6TSm2UiG-uo0Q2GgpWBhWL1EwX9zOJKEklJz86/s1600/DSC_0025a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_eRuq0GVNn8_w-B52qBVHMcTqPjCaYRAAP0OBrQWqbOaNn3fnja-96NeIRYB4UreQL8Hxg-U0j56Fn1U5JfTVCq_Z_ZfYw6TSm2UiG-uo0Q2GgpWBhWL1EwX9zOJKEklJz86/s320/DSC_0025a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700575669437942274" /></a><br />I took this picture in November when I went down to Louisiana to visit family. I want to spend an entire day just taking pics of all the things I love about Louisiana. It seems all my trips are usually rushed and I don't get time to do the touristy things as I'm trying to spend as much time with family as I can.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-45278486700293028792012-01-16T22:05:00.003-06:002012-01-16T22:14:32.690-06:00Tile: Day 16/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6XRMg65rItVDEnpXjsYULCqr3rvQIXzZ_YrA303Z-u7h1Ymh-uDMRpve4ptao0oZZaImG3_yjEyW0kTlDnr7H8pnLfnXXIJSfk5XiJ-aB3cLkQWqhA3evQJiTFdl4QcqleSO/s1600/photo16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6XRMg65rItVDEnpXjsYULCqr3rvQIXzZ_YrA303Z-u7h1Ymh-uDMRpve4ptao0oZZaImG3_yjEyW0kTlDnr7H8pnLfnXXIJSfk5XiJ-aB3cLkQWqhA3evQJiTFdl4QcqleSO/s200/photo16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698448744308204930" /></a><br />House repairs and cleaning continue around here. Tonight I scrubbed the grout under the kitchen table. The grout is chipped in a few places and needs some attention. I figured I should clean it before trying to match the color for the repairs.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-21436744706004422162012-01-15T20:39:00.002-06:002012-01-16T22:23:32.579-06:00Too Pink: Day 15/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kqT8qDuEm50qqrNlJ3GMbIX-m1FonQsS7253l1JtEWe122skStuzVP-2-0m7JkafzW2ElpHiZNcdQMAzDkoZ8ml3Er6WS3fXlkboDqWeGFkSfElH9rNT3Ck3mOecOZ8iATVQ/s1600/photo15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kqT8qDuEm50qqrNlJ3GMbIX-m1FonQsS7253l1JtEWe122skStuzVP-2-0m7JkafzW2ElpHiZNcdQMAzDkoZ8ml3Er6WS3fXlkboDqWeGFkSfElH9rNT3Ck3mOecOZ8iATVQ/s320/photo15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698450715906044034" /></a><br />We painted the kids bathroom and hallway today. The color we choose as a neutral was just a little too much on the pink side. Luckily I had paint left over from when we remodeled our bathroom last spring. This picture shows the difference in the two colors.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-2096397437392159662012-01-14T14:33:00.000-06:002012-01-16T22:36:02.910-06:00Angry Bird: Day 14/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidks3H9MhR5Vq_yXCdM4W8aPYY4lLdtTZobO9RoCXPAAfABe3vHKEWSLuYePe4p-L-Q3wUzCYTXu5bSfyoQAPOU5_lWtIS7SmHLikLPLIrfDHzaibER3t_d5iMDaA_WLe96o3s/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidks3H9MhR5Vq_yXCdM4W8aPYY4lLdtTZobO9RoCXPAAfABe3vHKEWSLuYePe4p-L-Q3wUzCYTXu5bSfyoQAPOU5_lWtIS7SmHLikLPLIrfDHzaibER3t_d5iMDaA_WLe96o3s/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698454929375582514" /></a><br />Still working on the house. This is one of our Angry Bird pumpkins Matthew painted for Halloween.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-32602844911753557382012-01-13T17:23:00.000-06:002012-01-16T22:32:24.167-06:00Tree: Day 13/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzws4nInrV8M7AvDY4gYVq-QvpQCrr3-53NNiMYQQYNKIalipoeYaGLoRmBlwlZYFaBSTrIWAGqL5SvFcMFcxZ3EsXzdk97vY-AgtkwnsuN5G4SpbMUVhBHtzn1inoDURCx-e/s1600/DSC_6090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzws4nInrV8M7AvDY4gYVq-QvpQCrr3-53NNiMYQQYNKIalipoeYaGLoRmBlwlZYFaBSTrIWAGqL5SvFcMFcxZ3EsXzdk97vY-AgtkwnsuN5G4SpbMUVhBHtzn1inoDURCx-e/s320/DSC_6090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698452890921384530" /></a><br />We are busy getting the house ready to sell. Here is a picture I took at my Mother-in-law's house over Christmas. I love her tree!!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-62164884173517446522012-01-12T09:56:00.001-06:002012-01-16T22:05:48.345-06:00Hash Browns: Day 12/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOAbUDGOoBAcRi_YAI_4eVQsV5PAC0JgoaWBgOoKDd0XtRTQWOBjx2KaFvqtAdG6cAvqu4aGuA7IZNwp4oAOSxd4eycsVz7P2dOJcbR8hBR6YgkbOQeOgnyptlchvVv-IZhpO/s1600/photo12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOAbUDGOoBAcRi_YAI_4eVQsV5PAC0JgoaWBgOoKDd0XtRTQWOBjx2KaFvqtAdG6cAvqu4aGuA7IZNwp4oAOSxd4eycsVz7P2dOJcbR8hBR6YgkbOQeOgnyptlchvVv-IZhpO/s320/photo12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698447078280007266" /></a><br />A few weeks ago we ate breakfast at Waffle House. The boys all got the hash browns and loved them. I made my own version this morning and they were a hit!!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-49666318365948650022012-01-11T11:19:00.002-06:002012-01-11T11:21:39.804-06:00Storage: Day 11/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQCcILmtKxp6uk9QIwcy7zRKTG3vaWA_X0IipsPIFh7m0CWxAKqUJZpdFpv_OxZfIenEjwMKkahlO0i2wZl7-DjjL7Up9H4vjtwC6bNnCc6pyPAcaOtjI7jmllJsuFvCHFk1Y/s1600/photo11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQCcILmtKxp6uk9QIwcy7zRKTG3vaWA_X0IipsPIFh7m0CWxAKqUJZpdFpv_OxZfIenEjwMKkahlO0i2wZl7-DjjL7Up9H4vjtwC6bNnCc6pyPAcaOtjI7jmllJsuFvCHFk1Y/s400/photo11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696425838560233762" /></a><br />Along with painting, we are also putting excess stuff into a storage unit to stage the house. I made two trips this morning... I think I'll have a couple more boxes ready to go tonight as well. I can't wait to done with this phase. I really hope the house sells quickly so that we don't have to stress over possibly renting it.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-88006000080398909152012-01-10T18:16:00.001-06:002012-01-11T11:22:30.857-06:00Wrong Color: Day 10/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMMWM9AwFXnbnfk3YXW3E6X7PFSk7iufanG7zD81-vZ7MynKpd59pu1fat02125gyodNAh039KzYWX_P0pqQalV9zq6NGwEiYtMG6tdF_J_4Ak7Zm6Opl8VoWLuQPHXa0pqr4/s1600/photo10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMMWM9AwFXnbnfk3YXW3E6X7PFSk7iufanG7zD81-vZ7MynKpd59pu1fat02125gyodNAh039KzYWX_P0pqQalV9zq6NGwEiYtMG6tdF_J_4Ak7Zm6Opl8VoWLuQPHXa0pqr4/s400/photo10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696424979192358434" /></a><br />I've been working really hard to get the house ready to be put on the market. I was painting the wall in my room earlier where some drywall had been repaired. Only after I was finished did I notice I used the wrong shade! Doh!!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-64411720928201339372012-01-09T23:13:00.000-06:002012-01-11T11:16:13.444-06:00Crashing: Day 9/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkpFkq-9In2EJSjTqlVn2MZ117QgQjnGAcABFkkgOQ5hSubwL4zEJ_zavNqndIlMgnotcIUpDS6QKnypXnL7znZK4_ST2AF35zL3oBSPVQiQeZiz6oSRrcAqvlSKv0aV-3GbJ/s1600/DSC_0023a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkpFkq-9In2EJSjTqlVn2MZ117QgQjnGAcABFkkgOQ5hSubwL4zEJ_zavNqndIlMgnotcIUpDS6QKnypXnL7znZK4_ST2AF35zL3oBSPVQiQeZiz6oSRrcAqvlSKv0aV-3GbJ/s400/DSC_0023a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696424383404761026" /></a><br />This picture was taken two years ago. Matthew built a snowman and decided to plow himself through it! We haven't had any snow yet this yet, though they are forecasting a little for later this week.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-44210439912274277622012-01-08T15:35:00.001-06:002012-01-08T16:16:13.249-06:00Scruffy: 8/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy46yg0vBOaaPCor9kJGzCjlxBvdSMp5UR5yC-pVmmV6HvTH8z-NYhdcIRGio-rY0OP-N-uzMEJRFdmP2S2tLpN-o77EKHdbrgGMuCaMmz33uREjXLlDcHk8Op8tWELfnE27yQ/s1600/photo8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy46yg0vBOaaPCor9kJGzCjlxBvdSMp5UR5yC-pVmmV6HvTH8z-NYhdcIRGio-rY0OP-N-uzMEJRFdmP2S2tLpN-o77EKHdbrgGMuCaMmz33uREjXLlDcHk8Op8tWELfnE27yQ/s400/photo8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695388292493207730" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mike headed back to Ft. Campbell today. Only about 4.5 months until we get to live together full time!!I can't wait!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-59788704017648477942012-01-07T21:20:00.001-06:002012-01-08T16:25:33.760-06:00Foggy: Day 7/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOQq6udYwkyu_AVbQydhZTMOvTZ-F0P-Kq94Shyphenhyphen9-ui0V69VfZJOmX2tLEmzyjinoibToLf33hI8lKI4uaqBFMett4VwqHPHQGH6Y3vypGm1H79ay56zMp6au5tuVqybFp-jQ/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOQq6udYwkyu_AVbQydhZTMOvTZ-F0P-Kq94Shyphenhyphen9-ui0V69VfZJOmX2tLEmzyjinoibToLf33hI8lKI4uaqBFMett4VwqHPHQGH6Y3vypGm1H79ay56zMp6au5tuVqybFp-jQ/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390776466460834" /></a><br />I took this picture last January. The neighbor's street light cast an eerie glow through the fog. <br /><br />We spent most of the day boxing us stuff for storage in anticipation of our move this summer, so I didn't take any pictures.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-51709236193306443352012-01-06T15:22:00.001-06:002012-01-08T16:17:20.244-06:00Cross Pistols: 6/366<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_GZw88xyU9Ryqt6MCgbF-v7L963OAZOSwxhpXcNpr59gRPgaWRrjjd16H4pYt9slNtj-XhlLzLzqsN5Av2sJRuvzr087HHWRnFPOY21tYI6Knj91ZRIe2cQhao-T8vJ3iWjG/s1600/photo6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_GZw88xyU9Ryqt6MCgbF-v7L963OAZOSwxhpXcNpr59gRPgaWRrjjd16H4pYt9slNtj-XhlLzLzqsN5Av2sJRuvzr087HHWRnFPOY21tYI6Knj91ZRIe2cQhao-T8vJ3iWjG/s400/photo6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695375073854417938" /></a><br /><br />Mike and I were on post running errands today. He wanted to stop at the Military Police Memorial Park to see the new statue that was installed in September. The picture above it the cross pistols above the entrance to the park.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-77387927591575111082012-01-05T22:47:00.000-06:002012-01-06T15:51:16.383-06:00Twisted: 5/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1Vf4t2j-zJHQXvoDe8KDiEjZcxHs90mYN3WgQujbaH0tWUXcOSt2vgCUo0Y63hAGVHrzmuY1F-6akhUSXeNUmZ90kjbjJVDoxVUV_cgFK0S9H_RDQ7gFVdOy27msBM7hEC99/s1600/photo5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1Vf4t2j-zJHQXvoDe8KDiEjZcxHs90mYN3WgQujbaH0tWUXcOSt2vgCUo0Y63hAGVHrzmuY1F-6akhUSXeNUmZ90kjbjJVDoxVUV_cgFK0S9H_RDQ7gFVdOy27msBM7hEC99/s400/photo5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694639529866824450" /></a><br />Lauren wanted me to braid her hair last night so that she would have wavy hair today.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-56218649857899804162012-01-04T20:43:00.003-06:002012-01-11T11:23:28.461-06:00Turkey: Day 4/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBZpo2gszpL7rWGtX4lI2MyV0nipuqYwlEAT8WGyb5nx9GRq3AOM0jh91F-jCp7qKu1g-nQYq1732-tmdbq4ga84JcsigUP2Jyy8eeXyNkUJUh_QbFWxKwiFGo1XxhPv9WRTv/s1600/DSC_6099.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBZpo2gszpL7rWGtX4lI2MyV0nipuqYwlEAT8WGyb5nx9GRq3AOM0jh91F-jCp7qKu1g-nQYq1732-tmdbq4ga84JcsigUP2Jyy8eeXyNkUJUh_QbFWxKwiFGo1XxhPv9WRTv/s400/DSC_6099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694638915266571682" /></a><br />We received a turkey fryer from my Dad a few years ago. It has become our favorite way to prepare a turkey. It's fast and the meat is so juicy and tender.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-52229628352541112682012-01-03T17:42:00.003-06:002012-01-11T11:23:08.553-06:00Stacked: Day 3/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvw1N1qQF05HrymOF4N10PyNbH0S4_MgF-FWgQ15S_3LswrZvt3dmz79qaQy-dl1gg1KkjLfBZwrdamZTLN44UGwyPPqaBCSaBHjX3cIdfmDz02B5yrUKrWkSemgBuSblXmY2/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvw1N1qQF05HrymOF4N10PyNbH0S4_MgF-FWgQ15S_3LswrZvt3dmz79qaQy-dl1gg1KkjLfBZwrdamZTLN44UGwyPPqaBCSaBHjX3cIdfmDz02B5yrUKrWkSemgBuSblXmY2/s400/photo3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693561192115523266" /></a><br />Jacob started stacking the left over red cups after our New Years Eve party. The next day I was out running errands and he asked me to pick up more cups for him. He keeps stacking and restacking the cups into different shapes. He has even taken to timing himself to see how fast he can stack them. Who knew it could be so cheap to entertain this kid!!Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-90287801215542285092012-01-02T22:53:00.003-06:002012-01-11T11:23:51.974-06:00Bookworm: Day 2/366<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCkkwe5Y2h90R_7KF9jhKQY8q1-0ll70nSioZ0VxXuQAvpqVCa9i6oEt49StHX81lm3245tTSpaOppjinGd-RzuAZxKr52ptud4vFWzCNrJqLx7ZQdo4B8xdsWmRuWpkT6-0G/s1600/photo2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCkkwe5Y2h90R_7KF9jhKQY8q1-0ll70nSioZ0VxXuQAvpqVCa9i6oEt49StHX81lm3245tTSpaOppjinGd-RzuAZxKr52ptud4vFWzCNrJqLx7ZQdo4B8xdsWmRuWpkT6-0G/s400/photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693553647485359298" /></a><br />I love reading. Trying to finish a couple of books before my next semester starts.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-52343743148470572202012-01-01T19:02:00.004-06:002012-01-11T11:24:20.883-06:00Revival: Day 1/366I'm going to try to revive this blog. I intend to post a photo a day for this entire year. It's a leap year, so there will be a bonus day! The picture below was taken shortly after midnight last night. We had friends over to celebrate the New Year. The picture was taken with my iPhone 4. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlxY4398-CjJ4mqeiCmVV_Xlryd3CG_G-hghXOOaP8HWNaq_yczjjJgDmhibrA-Cr8BJ51KqadZiUsnZzeYn8KJMVtRjb55zZE73Rl_Wrj5psdCcWu8gXODweFF0vOLvvp1Ia/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlxY4398-CjJ4mqeiCmVV_Xlryd3CG_G-hghXOOaP8HWNaq_yczjjJgDmhibrA-Cr8BJ51KqadZiUsnZzeYn8KJMVtRjb55zZE73Rl_Wrj5psdCcWu8gXODweFF0vOLvvp1Ia/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692839659180993250" /></a><br /><br />I plan to use this photo-a-day exercise as a way to improve my photography skills. I know the above picture won't win any awards, but it's the only picture I've taken today.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-70184663744089665082010-11-05T20:01:00.004-05:002010-11-05T20:04:49.690-05:00How NerdyMy boys went to a school dance tonight. I am getting ready to go pick them up!! Here is a picture of them before the dance!! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqXg3AD4QubuDZbTHZz0Vz5wniBR_e4akLciEhuuVDUYZiDlheCWaRKHE4O2k4lB48Ema5GvgDmpj3tgpquRjMyuaobeHuq7QOpAJ0oiDbgtuBOc2ww7xuwY6FwpW3-DdJ6HR/s1600/DSC_0069a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqXg3AD4QubuDZbTHZz0Vz5wniBR_e4akLciEhuuVDUYZiDlheCWaRKHE4O2k4lB48Ema5GvgDmpj3tgpquRjMyuaobeHuq7QOpAJ0oiDbgtuBOc2ww7xuwY6FwpW3-DdJ6HR/s400/DSC_0069a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235951562397954" /></a>Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-40475007637036034702010-10-17T09:19:00.005-05:002010-10-17T09:50:20.258-05:00Flowing forward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-19R5xt4XlxxxKxZAvOVkTHa2Rcj7yWpWmKLCHslgNmQrOQNScOuqv9jDX0JXB8R56CtCpB3Up0BmCbvqX5t0qwkVqHd6NMRoulLI8PbPYV4sbVX-sffDY_L0S0abNqx3kSgZ/s1600/DSC_0087a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-19R5xt4XlxxxKxZAvOVkTHa2Rcj7yWpWmKLCHslgNmQrOQNScOuqv9jDX0JXB8R56CtCpB3Up0BmCbvqX5t0qwkVqHd6NMRoulLI8PbPYV4sbVX-sffDY_L0S0abNqx3kSgZ/s400/DSC_0087a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529027005397770978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNKlAY3z1MiOqxgvYHpYK0wixTTRDYk5REO4mUSI3QfdwA17DFcqPD4ZKq8VymUcwm_mJo1WckpDPRpRJMlxVioZaZUHIs6qqc31LruYRsbMrTF2nBMiAvpKFrhj2Cj7epZD7/s1600/DSC_0075a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNKlAY3z1MiOqxgvYHpYK0wixTTRDYk5REO4mUSI3QfdwA17DFcqPD4ZKq8VymUcwm_mJo1WckpDPRpRJMlxVioZaZUHIs6qqc31LruYRsbMrTF2nBMiAvpKFrhj2Cj7epZD7/s400/DSC_0075a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529025154395922962" /></a><br />Things are still unsettled here. Forward motion is the name of the game. Mike should be home for R&R in less than 30 days. This makes me happy beyong measure. <br />The kids and I are going to visit my mother-in-law next weekend. It's been a while and I am looking forward to being in her presence. <br />My friendships with others continue to change. I lost a friend earlier this month to me being completely honest with her about something that I don't easily share with others. It hurts me that she would abandon me when I was only trying to be forthcoming. At the same time, I am glad that she was able to express her feelings and do what she felt was right for herself. The part that hurts the most was that I have listened to her and not judged her for her choices or the things she has shared with me and she couldn't give me that same unconditional friendship back. Something else that bothers me is that I don't think it's what I shared that drove her away. I think I hit too close to something that is hurting inside her and she can't bear to face it right now. I will write her back and tell her how I am feeling. And that the friendship is always there if she chooses to come back. <br />Aside from all of the above, I am doing well in school, working 2 days a week and subbing alot on my days 'off'. The kids keep me busy and I find things to fill any free time so as not to dwell on the bad. It's working for now, though I do know that I need to do some work with the bad to make is good. <br />(The pics above were taken at Stone Mill Spring. Click on them to see them larger.)Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18293892.post-59651451695814173132010-09-22T01:06:00.004-05:002010-09-22T01:25:45.822-05:00Can't Sleep<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhg0QDNvRsd8fbXPvpZVn6QnC42ozW9JB0Dz2Ux30gPJtX35u3VanRPNOcc6CAj5EohVQQv2PO3taxwHTQrrhgBwwIUXqrLeiqlFcnDCEqugtQT6c2Nv_sQ8_FtwE6o2DMGBs/s1600/DSC_0406a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhg0QDNvRsd8fbXPvpZVn6QnC42ozW9JB0Dz2Ux30gPJtX35u3VanRPNOcc6CAj5EohVQQv2PO3taxwHTQrrhgBwwIUXqrLeiqlFcnDCEqugtQT6c2Nv_sQ8_FtwE6o2DMGBs/s400/DSC_0406a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519620149021259042" /></a><br /><br /><br />I don't have nights like this very often. I went to bed an hour ago, hoping for sleep. Instead, I cried and tossed and sobbed and turned. My heart feels so heavy today. I know part of it is hormones. A bigger part of it is missing my Mom. The other part is not having my husband near to hold me. <br /><br />I think we all take for granted the power of physical touch. When children are born, we are encouraged to snuggle them. I've always been fascinated how kangaroo care for premature babies is so beneficial. We are encouraged to massage our babies and hug our children. We can see how close someone is when they touch another's arm during a converstaion, began and end a visit with a hug. <br /><br />Living the military life for the past 17 years, I've not had much opportunity to be close in proximity to my family. I've gone to visit as often as I can and they come to visit us as well. I often wonder how my life, our lives, would be different if we lived closer to family. <br /><br />Mike has been in Afghanistan for four months now. I visited my family in Louisiana for a weekend in June when my brother got married. We also visited Mike's Mom in June. Since then, it's just been me and the kids. <br /><br />The biggest thing I'm struggling with right now is feeling safe with my emotions. My Mom was always a source of comfort for me. Ever since I left for the Army, at 18 years old, I spoke to my Mom as often as I could. Almost always daily, sometimes multiple times a day. The thing I miss most is being able to pick up the phone and reach her when I need her. There have been so many times when I've grabbed my phone to call and remembered that she isn't there. <br /><br />I think the best way to describe how I felt after she passed away was untethered. I feel like my Mom and my husband are my anchors. Without her, I feel like I'm floating. Mike being deployed only 5 months later didn't help. There have been so many times when I've just wanted, needed, to be held and I don't have that luxury. My fear is the next time I see him, and I am in his arms, I will just fall apart. <br /><br />I feel like everyone expects me to be so strong and so many things they tell me that I am. It's hard to live up to those expectations. So how do I go to those people and tell them that I'm breaking? It hurts that there is no one here to help catch me when I fall.Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188464548029936359noreply@blogger.com0