tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56281042011-04-21T22:39:20.024-07:00(it's a girl thing)Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1069015305714897752003-11-16T12:41:00.000-08:002003-11-16T12:42:07.483-08:00

Wow! I just felt an unmistakable punch from the baby. A couple of times in the past few days I have felt something, but I questioned whether it was actually movement. There was no denying it this time, though!

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I have been really slack about posting in here all week. We don't have access to the Internet at work, and our connection at home is so slow that it makes just checking e-mail a real hassle. Plus, this has been a particularly tiring week because I have worked 10 days straight, and that can really take it's toll on you — especially when you are pregnant. But, I am off this weekend, and we leave

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I've been dying to go to the fair all week. Not for the rides, because I know that I can't ride anything except maybe the ferris wheel. Actually, it was the shit-hole food I was craving. Specifically, chili dogs, funnel cakes, and cotton candy. Every night this past week that we've made the attempt to go to the fair, though, Tony Soprano and his bad-ass cronies won out. We've stayed glued to the

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According to The Pregnant Couple's Guide to Sex, Romance, and Intimacy... Ancient doctors has countless recommendations for enhancing fertility including: Drink the saliva of lambs Drink a broth made from the dried and ground up womb of a rabbit Wear earthworms tied to a chain or rope around your neck To ward off miscarriage, some women were advised to drink a concoction made from the ashes of

Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1067892453878418002003-11-03T12:47:00.000-08:002003-11-03T13:05:35.603-08:00

Nemesis ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla

Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1067795649131329502003-11-02T09:54:00.000-08:002003-11-02T09:54:08.123-08:00

Matt and I went to see Jerry Seinfeld's stand up performance at the Von Braun Center in Huntsville Friday night. (Too bad for all the trick-or-treaters that came by our house looking for goodies). I was always a huge fan of his show, but he was my least favorite of the cast. His performance kicked ass, though, and we had a great time!

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My mother hates to drive. She has been like this for as long as I can remember. In fact, I cannot even recall a single time that she has driven on the interstate. I suppose she is just paranoid of what another motorist may do. God forbid another car change lanes! "Watch him, he might be drunk," she'll say. When I was about 6 years old, I remember a time that Mom was driving my cousins and me

Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1067570718510408172003-10-30T19:25:00.000-08:002003-10-30T19:25:17.440-08:00

I kid you not -- this is a real call I received today... Caller: Can you tell me if any of your vets treat lobsters? [Surely my ears are playing tricks on me] Me: Did you say treat or eat?

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I had my 3rd ultraound this afternoon, and Matt and I were thrilled to find out that we are having a GIRL! Of course, I already knew this though. The color change when I peed into a cup of Drano indicated a girl. The Chinese baby gender predictor indicated a girl. I've had many dreams that I gave birth to a baby girl. So it's a good thing that the ultrasound tech confirmed this, or I probably

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I got the Christmas edition of the Victoria's Secret catalog in the mail today. I don't really know if I think these are cute or not, but I do know they aren't very practical. At $120, I'm sure I wouldn't be wearing these under my scrubs. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for wearing sexy lingerie, but we all know that wearing something like this couldn't be comfortable. And for $88, I think this

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This is for Kara, who suggested that I start a recipe blog. I'll try to post a new recipe or two every week. I saw this prepared on one of the shows on Food Network a few weeks ago, and it made me drool. I'm gonna try it out this weekend. The Ultimate Meatballs al Forno with Creamy Polenta 1/2 baguette, crust removed 1 1/4 cups milk 1 1/2 pounds ground beef sirloin 1 1/2 pounds ground

Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1067387331071821752003-10-28T16:28:00.000-08:002003-10-28T16:32:28.316-08:00

Some people shouldn't even be allowed to own a pet. I'm not referring to those people that are cruel or negligent to animals. I'm talking about the dumbasses that I encounter on a regular basis at the animal clinic where I work. Here are just a few of the mentally challenging questions I had to answer today: Caller: What brand of dog food do you carry? Me: Science Diet and Iams. Caller: So

Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260094562158936470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628104.post-1067385187804351372003-10-28T15:53:00.000-08:002003-10-28T15:53:07.406-08:00

Now that the mushy crap is out of the way, it's time to commence with the bitching. Last night I was discussing wedding plans with my mom. I was talking about wedding gowns and how I haven't really found one yet (by the time Matt and I get married, I will be around 5 months pregnant... but that's another story). Dear old Mom says to me, "I hope you're not thinking of wearing a white dress." I

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This is now my second attempt at starting a blog. Although I'm not really that interested, I agreed to give it a try so that Matt would get off of my ass. I am now "officially" engaged. Check out the fat diamond on the right! It's much prettier in real life -- my craphole digital camera doesn't do it justice. It's one carat set in platinum, made sometime during the 1930s. It's about time we

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