<?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-6835123476551205737</id><updated>2012-01-22T10:04:13.108-07:00</updated><category term='house'/><category term='wish'/><category term='love'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Fuckup Fairy Strikes Again!</title><subtitle type='html'>My little slice of life to talk about this, that, and lemonade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-3869795625543605822</id><published>2011-12-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:29:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to take a moment and brag...</title><content type='html'>I have the best kids ever! They dealt with not having tons of presents with great dignity, the boys understood that because it's easier to shop for a girl they didn't get as much as Daytona did. The boy's can't wait to go shopping with their 'gift cards' (I made them myself)&amp;nbsp; for a new book and a used video game. They enjoyed the homemade poppers, even though they didn't have any toys, candy, or real money in them. But the best thing they did was last night, as Mike and I are looking through a new seed catalog and talking about how we wouldn't have room for all the fruit and veggie plants we wanted to do next year without taking the kid's play space all 3 piped up "we'd rather have veggies than a yard to play in!" I about cried for joy right there, I mean really what self respecting 6, 8, &amp;amp; 9 year old would rather grow tons of veggies than have a big yard to play in? I have the oddest children sometimes, but when it comes to days like that I'm glad they're mine. I think if given the chance they may turn my yard into a farm complete with animals LOL. I wanted chickens and they keep asking for pigs, cows, and goats. Yup, the oddest kids I know and they are mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-3869795625543605822?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3869795625543605822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=3869795625543605822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3869795625543605822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3869795625543605822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-would-like-to-take-moment-and-brag.html' title='I would like to take a moment and brag...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-5673550935098532595</id><published>2011-12-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:58:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FlyLady in training here.</title><content type='html'>I've been utilizing the FlyLady site to help bring my chaotic and disorderly life and house in line. So far it has helped, but I have to remember to do what is asked of me and sometimes I forget. I have noticed that the house runs a bit smoother when I spend just 15 minutes cleaning one room a day then trying to spend hours a week cleaning the house. I'm getting in the groove of being fully dressed and coiffed before I begin my day, wiping out my sinks when they are used, putting a load of wash in when I get up, Even getting the kids on a schedule to clean, I'll admit that one is a bit harder to do LOL. FlyLady says your house didn't get dirty in a day so you can't clean it in one either.&amp;nbsp; So true, Just what I make sure to pick up and put away has made a HUGE improvement to how I feel when I look at my house. Now with all the Holiday parties and company coming over it's a bit harder to not scramble clean so that the house is shiny, but it'll get there one day. Before I know it my house will be pretty, clean, and a happy place to be. No more frazzled, grouchy mom to deal with. Well I should be off to do some laundry and get a cake ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-5673550935098532595?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5673550935098532595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=5673550935098532595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5673550935098532595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5673550935098532595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/12/flylady-in-training-here.html' title='FlyLady in training here.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-8655565581114825536</id><published>2011-11-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:30:58.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly it's looking like a house again...</title><content type='html'>and not a war zone. I just cleaned and waxed the entry way floor, put up more coat hangers and moved the table and bench around so we now have 2 seats and a shoe stowaway section. Granted the mess was moved to the living room and now I have to clean in there but it's looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is finishing up the truck he's been working on today. I kinda threatened him with his life it's been there so long. After that he needs to put in the new bathroom mirror, fix our front door, plastic the bedroom windows, and get started working on my craft table. Items that have been waiting for him for weeks now will get done in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming month is such a fun filled one, 6 days till our 7th Anniversary, 10 days till I get to start my weekly cake decorating classes, 13 days till a friendly holiday dinner party, 18 days till my first ever cookie swap, 19 days till Mike's birthday party (early due to holidays), 20 days till my family's Christmas dinner, and then finally Christmas. All the while I will be cleaning, crafting, and baking my little heart ragged. I'm glad to be able to start a whole new year in my very own home. And if all goes well that new year will begin with finished wall painting and new sanded floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.cricutmachine.com/product_info.php?products_id=441"&gt;Cricut cake machine&lt;/a&gt; this weekend. Hopefully I won't regret ordering it, it's my present from Mike that he didn't know he got it for me till after I ordered it. I have come to find that it just cuts the middle man of me saying "baby, I want this not that" and then hearing "well take the card and go get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My break is over and I'm quickly losing my&amp;nbsp; energy and still have much to clean. Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-8655565581114825536?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8655565581114825536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=8655565581114825536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8655565581114825536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8655565581114825536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/11/slowly-its-looking-like-house-again.html' title='Slowly it&apos;s looking like a house again...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-56087541668283102</id><published>2011-10-26T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:21:05.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What do I want most in this world...</title><content type='html'>A sledge hammer to tear holes in my walls. I have ideas people and I'm ready to destroy the old to make the new. I want an old wood stove to put in my living room, built in shelves and new cabinets all over my kitchen and living room, a new dining room add on to expand on the kitchen, my storage room to be cleaned out so I can start using it as a pantry and remove my old one. A cleaner garage to work on Daytona's doll house in. The stuff I need to start my raised beds for my garden next year, the fountain and&amp;nbsp; furniture for the veggie garden, to start our business and get it running off the ground, Cadence to do better in school, my new tattoo that I have no clue what I'm getting... Yes my list goes on and on, but what I want most in this world is to have a clean house for more than 5 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-56087541668283102?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/56087541668283102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=56087541668283102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/56087541668283102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/56087541668283102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-i-want-most-in-this-world.html' title='What do I want most in this world...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-834284233018968716</id><published>2011-07-27T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:38:50.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming and pies...</title><content type='html'>So my first attempt at apricot pineapple turned into pie filling on the first 4 jars and jam on the last 2 that have no lids. Looks like the hubby and my MIL will be getting the last 2. I need more supplies tonight to finish up the 5 berry jam and then I'm good for a bit. After that it'll be time to do cherry pie filling if I can't get to the orchard for more cherries. Or maybe I'll just make jam and just buy cans of pie filling when I want to bake. I don't know it's all new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the strangest thing just happened I had some guy driving a Honeywell vehicle scoping out my house and the surrounding area. When I walked out side he turned around and drove off scoping my neighbors house on the other side. Little creepy if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to go do some glamorous cleaning and being bored. Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-834284233018968716?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/834284233018968716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=834284233018968716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/834284233018968716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/834284233018968716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/07/jamming-and-pies.html' title='Jamming and pies...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-6950499606331420264</id><published>2011-07-25T16:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:13:59.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of my Spark journey &amp; day 2 of the jam/jelly making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzGm2pCGXA/Ti3oBVaeEPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/w6BAfRMgif0/s1600/280674_1978716705033_1156593978_3595980_40696_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzGm2pCGXA/Ti3oBVaeEPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/w6BAfRMgif0/s320/280674_1978716705033_1156593978_3595980_40696_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I made 4 berry jelly, black raspberry, strawberry, cherry &amp;amp; blueberry. And when I get some red raspberries and more jars I'm gonna make 5 berry jam. I would have had more in my 3rd jar but I spilled just enough that it didn't fill up. I can't wait for them to set so I can have jelly toast for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my attempt apricot jam from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsmvHo-euRI/Ti3o6JO0NsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0j7vjqaj2cU/s1600/278282_1976830337875_1156593978_3593307_7434385_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsmvHo-euRI/Ti3o6JO0NsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0j7vjqaj2cU/s320/278282_1976830337875_1156593978_3593307_7434385_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My children assure me that it's the best they've had and I'm such a good cook. It's time like this that make me feel like Super Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my day 1 of my Spark Journey I plan on getting in 10 minutes of marching with 5 squats. I feel that's a good place to start. Pretty soon I know I'll be healthy enough that I'll want to run a marathon and how great I'll feel when that day comes. Till then we go slow and get in the groove. So I'm gonna sign off and enjoy some reading time while I wait for kids to go home and the hubby to get off work. Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Due1qAALyHs/Ti3qm0NMKMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sw5OBAau2fw/s1600/272712_1978738105568_1156593978_3595994_3187066_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Due1qAALyHs/Ti3qm0NMKMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sw5OBAau2fw/s320/272712_1978738105568_1156593978_3595994_3187066_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-6950499606331420264?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6950499606331420264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=6950499606331420264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6950499606331420264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6950499606331420264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-one-of-my-spark-journey-day-2-of.html' title='Day one of my Spark journey &amp; day 2 of the jam/jelly making'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEzGm2pCGXA/Ti3oBVaeEPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/w6BAfRMgif0/s72-c/280674_1978716705033_1156593978_3595980_40696_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Idaho, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.0682019 -114.74204079999998</georss:point><georss:box>40.561631399999996 -117.84180679999999 47.5747724 -111.64227479999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-2795825549479115071</id><published>2011-07-24T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:00:41.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ever attempt at jamming...</title><content type='html'>Apricots that is. Hopefully it all comes out right won't really know till this time tomorrow when the family opens up a fresh jar. I feel very accomplished. Next up is to make jelly, syrup, and to can veggies and fruit slices for winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in my house is great. Still not all the way unpacked or painted but I'm happy. I spend most of my days just wandering from room to room enjoying that it's all mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a blog today from a fellow Sparker that gave me a new goal in life. 0 to 10,000 in 203 days. I'm gonna try my own out, I do moderate exercise but I feel I can do more. So tomorrow I start my own Spark challenge and a blog to go with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now i'm gonna sign off, curl up with my kittens, and enjoy some True Blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-2795825549479115071?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2795825549479115071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=2795825549479115071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2795825549479115071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2795825549479115071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-ever-attempt-at-jamming.html' title='My first ever attempt at jamming...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Idaho, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.0682019 -114.74204079999998</georss:point><georss:box>40.561631399999996 -117.84180679999999 47.5747724 -111.64227479999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-3137626854370995542</id><published>2011-07-18T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:06:00.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good weekend to be my kid. (ranting that is needed)</title><content type='html'>And it's starting out not to be a good week either. We have given the boys more chores to do, the boys trade off days of who does laundry and dishes, on top of the garbage and pets. They are required to clean up any mess they make and to help pick up the living room, dining room, and kitchen when asked. Daytona is still too young to do big things, so she cleans her room, waters the animals and picks up messes. But since I started babysitting my nieces my kids have taken a decided turn to, I don't have to listen to my Mom or disrespecting me and our home, because the nieces do. I have talked to my SIL and she has the same problem with her girls they hardly listen. Now we both have different approaches to discipline, she just lets them be till she's really mad and then grounds them. Where as I ground them and if it goes to far I spank my kids. My kids have learned to be polite to others, not talk back, not throw a tantrum to get there way, and to respect others, property, and rules. I have taught my children right from wrong without going as far as my Mother did. But when they see other children behaving badly they mimic them. I have talked, yell, cajoled, and grounded them over this. I have been debating for a time if I should tell my SIL to find another sitter, but I know she can't afford anyone else, if she had to find another she's ask my FIL and he does not need to have the stress of them adding another minute to a heart attack (plus he spoils them and lets them do what ever they want) and bitch as I might the extra money that come in from it is nice at the end of the week. So my question is such, do I treat them as I treat my kids and try to get some respect out of them? Or just keep them away from my kids in my home?&amp;nbsp; I'll leave my post with a good note... The dog run is finished and the kids love that they don't have to take Lily outside any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-3137626854370995542?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3137626854370995542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=3137626854370995542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3137626854370995542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3137626854370995542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-good-weekend-to-be-my-kid-ranting.html' title='Not a good weekend to be my kid. (ranting that is needed)'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Idaho, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.0682019 -114.74204079999998</georss:point><georss:box>40.561631399999996 -117.84180679999999 47.5747724 -111.64227479999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-5006748800555803059</id><published>2011-07-07T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:28:36.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Lot's to update on. First of all we bought a house. Not the one we we're living in but one down the street, much bigger and much cheaper. I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0z8b1MrA4/ThXpjvTkvTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yE749t4VFMw/s1600/IMLS98461782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0z8b1MrA4/ThXpjvTkvTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yE749t4VFMw/s320/IMLS98461782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a laundry room, and an office area. Mike and I both have our own closets and plenty of room to expand if we want to. The homeowner of the other house is mad that we didn't buy it but i don't care. She was too wishy washy when it came time to sell. We're having our housewarming party next week, even though we've been in the house since the first week of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadence is back to his old self on his leg. Daytona brought home head lice that only she and I are getting. Life is good if not boring and poor. When buying a house you get tons of bill collectors coming out of the woodwork to take your money. Slowly our debt is going down but before that I want a nice size nest egg for my mortgage. I'll never get tired of saying that... mortgage, I own a house, it's all mine and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona finally starts school this year, and she is excited to walk with her brothers. We lost all our rats to some strange illness, but Mike wants to get a cockatiel instead. Hopefully soon we'll have all the cats gone, Motor ran off then came back to have her babies, one went to a friend, one disappeared a month ago, and the other 2 are under my house with momma. Well that's life for now, just unpacking and gardening. i'll have more to post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-5006748800555803059?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5006748800555803059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=5006748800555803059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5006748800555803059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5006748800555803059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-its-been-awhile.html' title='So it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0z8b1MrA4/ThXpjvTkvTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yE749t4VFMw/s72-c/IMLS98461782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-4347961438515416280</id><published>2011-02-03T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:50:07.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not asking for much...</title><content type='html'>Is it too much to ask that your ISP work properly on all pages you open? I understand that some are more popular than others but when you have a daily routine it would be nice to keep it going, ya know... um DAILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trying to buy a house process is getting to us a bit. For every step forward we get a step back. really wish this was over with and we could just move on to the fun stuff like remodeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started buying the seeds for our humongo garden this year. 198 sq ft of yumminess. That's not including the trees we want, the planters, or the greenhouse we're planning. Defiantly gonna post pics of it along the way. Too bad I have to wait till May to move the rose bushes, I'd like to get started on tilling and fertilizing as soon as the frost breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a nut shell is alright. We're waiting on taxes, I've started babysitting my nieces for some extra cash, and the kids are doing better in school. Cadence is getting better walking on his leg. Still gimps around cause he's afraid it'll hurt but soon he won't even remember it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to go read a book and enjoy the silence for oh... another 30 minutes and then it's go, go, go to get things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-4347961438515416280?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4347961438515416280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=4347961438515416280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/4347961438515416280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/4347961438515416280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-asking-for-much.html' title='Not asking for much...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-5420451131402885275</id><published>2011-01-07T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:25:27.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we've come full circle... well sort of</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday and as far as those things go, this one was the best yet. Even better than my 13th when my Mom got me a pair of Cat overalls. No I didn't get lavished with gifts or even get waited on. I did nothing. Absofuckinglutely nothing!!!! I didn't cook, I didn't clean, yes I had to get up with the boys but I went right back to bed when they left. It was nice, very nice. Got lots of birthday wishes, from good friends, new friends, and even friends I will never meet in person. today my bestie is taking me to get my nails done for my present. My Mom is taking the family to go see Season of the Witch next week when it comes out and is bringing Cadence and I a gift as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadence was at the beginning of this week and he had a pretty good one as well. No presents no cake just lots of fun. Well till he got an attitude with his sister and got sent to bed. The 4th he got his cast off. We threw a mini party with steak and periogis for dinner. We were all so happy that it was off and he could start working the muscle and walking on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the adult front I'm tired of bills. I got too many of them and not enough money coming in. It's a pain. I know it's part of growing up but damn it it sucks more than a armless hooker! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm off to go deal with kidlets and then back to the warm cocoon of my bed, it's been a long cold morning for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-5420451131402885275?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5420451131402885275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=5420451131402885275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5420451131402885275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5420451131402885275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-weve-come-full-circle-well-sort-of.html' title='And we&apos;ve come full circle... well sort of'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-6539746929268408775</id><published>2011-01-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:08:33.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille... Not so great when you didn't know it was a stew.</title><content type='html'>So the family asked me to make it, I did, and now Mike is going to grab a pizza. LOL Funny enough my Lean Cuisine was really good. It was asiago cheese tortellini with veggies in a tomato vodka sauce. Oh course I gave the veggies to the kids to eat while we wait for the pizza. Did pretty good today about not eating too much or eating junk food. Even did some sit ups. So now I think i shall go spend some time with the kids watching tv, and then I think I'll go to bed and call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-6539746929268408775?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6539746929268408775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=6539746929268408775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6539746929268408775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6539746929268408775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/01/ratatouille-not-so-great-when-you-didnt.html' title='Ratatouille... Not so great when you didn&apos;t know it was a stew.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-1617849418693198430</id><published>2011-01-01T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:32:21.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 started with a bang/snap/fizzle</title><content type='html'>Today is the mark of resolutions, the good ones and the bad. Most people are very revved up and ready to go on losing that weight, getting a better job... the list goes on. I mean most of them don't fizzle out till at least February.&amp;nbsp; Mine didn't really make it that far today. I want to be a bit nicer, get rid of the people in my life (kicked the ex and the crappy friend to the curb) who just make it horrible, last night my friend asked me for a drink of my affair as it sounded good. I told her no, and then said what the hell, hold on. I quietly slurped it down and handed my very drunk friend an empty glass. She wasn't very happy with me and told me that I fucked up my resolution. I didn't care I was upset over her saying my resolutions are too broad and I needed a more realistic ones. The other big one is I want to lose weight and get healthier, this morning I slept in, got up ate a bowl of chocolate Chex before I puked, then got the family together to go shopping. Which as it turned out was my only form of exercise today. Even though I didn't drink to excess on the eve, I still had a raging headache from the night before. So after coming home, eating a piece of bacon, a bagel sandwich, and tater tots with a cherry soda, I passed out in front of the tv while the rest of the family watched the Simpsons Movie. When that was over I went back to bed till 6:30 when the headache finally went away and the night was shiny and fun again. We watched more movies, played some Soul Calibur 4 to which I totally kick my kid's ass at. Now it's quiet time before I go back to bed, maybe I'll get some yoga or stretching in but for the most part I think I'm just gonna sleep the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: I have entered the Snapdragon phase in my life. Part of me snapped and the rest is draggin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-1617849418693198430?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1617849418693198430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=1617849418693198430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/1617849418693198430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/1617849418693198430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-started-with-bangsnapfizzle.html' title='2011 started with a bang/snap/fizzle'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-4867983241341401185</id><published>2010-12-31T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:36:17.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve and counting.</title><content type='html'>Cleaning the house again today, just tackled the bathroom and let me tell you I am on a Tilex high right now. Went in to sweep the boy's room and I about went through the roof, too much crap being hidden under the bed. So I have figured that they are taking the clean clothes to be washed as dirty and hiding the dirty ones under the beds and tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't suppose to be cleaning so much today so that I could enjoy the evening's festivities but it looks like I may be going to bed early with a migraine and a back ache. Will have more at a later date but right now my toilet needs scrubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit for the rest of the evening. House is clean, food is generally made (I gave up after everyone showed and Mike stopped helping) I did get my cake made and it looks pretty good. So I have a drink in front of me, Mike is MIA and I am here, bored... Like always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-4867983241341401185?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4867983241341401185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=4867983241341401185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/4867983241341401185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/4867983241341401185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve-and-counting.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve and counting.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-9081632302445536685</id><published>2010-12-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:35:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and in this world a little rain shall fall</title><content type='html'>Not so bad as it may sound, the rain washed away most of the snow since last month. Over here we had almost 3 feet at one time, probably more but that was just at our house. It was horrible, but i did start a snowball fight with the hubby and kids. Cadence had to stay inside because of his leg, but I hit him with a snow ball in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good, we ate too much, still had leftovers enough that we had ham and turkey at least every other night and still have some turkey for another meal or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids went over to my Mom's for my anniversary weekend, yes we went out but for the most part we stayed home, had a couch picnic of McDonald's and the Sorcerer's Apprentice. We took Daytona to lunch with us that afternoon since the boy's were at school and OMG it was AWESOME!!!! love El Tenampa when they just open for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas dinner is over at my Aunt's house this Saturday, can't wait to see what lame insults people hurl at me this year. If it wasn't for my Aunt I'd never go to family holiday's. Such would be a joy, not only for me but for Mike. Sometimes it pays to use the religion card with them. oh yeah, Mike's family is all Jehovah's Witnesses, so they don't celebrate any holiday. Sometimes it sucks when we want to spend a holiday with his family but like I said when it comes to mine it's a great excuse. My Mom is wanting to take us all out for Christmas Eve chinese dinner like we used to before her friend Val got sick. We'll go to a movie then dinner and come home just to be hungry again LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mike, the kids, and I have worked out a chore and reward chart that seems to be working. instead of getting real money they get fake stuff to redeem for things like no chores for the day, 1 hour no share video game, and other really cool stuff. yeah I know that when they become teenagers this won't work but for now it's great. Now if only they would do their chores without me telling them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well I do believe I shall sign off for now. Maybe I'll have more interesting things to write next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-9081632302445536685?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/9081632302445536685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=9081632302445536685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/9081632302445536685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/9081632302445536685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-in-this-world-little-rain-shall.html' title='and in this world a little rain shall fall'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-6854326669956247820</id><published>2010-11-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:31:52.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said..</title><content type='html'>I'm not very good at updating things when I forget that they are there. Life is going a bit better than before. We got a new place, a nice brick house that we're gonna try and buy, The kids are doing good in school, and bills are being paid. But with the good comes the bad. Mike is getting laid off this week, Cadence broke his leg 2 weeks ago, and it's snowing like crazy already. Totally no fair on the snow thing, we had a very short fall this year, warm weather up till middle of Oct, then BAM! cold rain and now snow. but my house keeps us warm and cozy. Thanksgiving is coming up and I'm doing dinner over at my house for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Working&amp;nbsp; on some challenges for over at Sim Oasis, spending time with the kids and loveing life as much as I can. I have 10 more days till my anniversary and I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2883/2883954wtokh7wp1m.gif" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-6854326669956247820?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6854326669956247820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=6854326669956247820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6854326669956247820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6854326669956247820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-i-said.html' title='Like I said..'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-7276262837331717317</id><published>2010-05-18T08:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:10:54.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingered Beef and Broccoli Salad</title><content type='html'>12 oz beef steak (tenderloin is best)&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c ginger vinegrette dressing&lt;br /&gt;3 c broccoli florets&lt;br /&gt;8 c mixed greens (bagged salad greens worked great)&lt;br /&gt;1 med red pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut steak into bite sized strips.&lt;br /&gt;Heat 2 T dressing over med, add broccoli cook for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Add beef and cook 2-3 min. Beef should be slightly pink.&lt;br /&gt;Slice pepper into strips.&lt;br /&gt;Combine ingredients in large bowl, toss with rest of the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids really liked this salad, Mike not so much as the meat was hot and the broccoli was cooked. You could always trade out the beef for chicken and the ginger vinegrette for spicy orange sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-7276262837331717317?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7276262837331717317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=7276262837331717317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/7276262837331717317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/7276262837331717317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/05/gingered-beef-and-broccoli-salad.html' title='Gingered Beef and Broccoli Salad'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-2670417355456197256</id><published>2010-01-21T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:28:08.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news today.</title><content type='html'>I really need to start working on updating more than twice a month. Well since my last post things have been fairly good. We had a bad week but todays news just blew all the bad stuff this month away. We got Mike's W-2's this morning and we'll get our taxes back roght before rent is due next month. Yay no more struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made chicken and gnocchi soup again this week. It was fraking awesome cause I added cream and milk with the water to make the soup creamier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that this week has been pretty boring. I've been working on Sims Contests and Challenges on top of working on a few houses to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-2670417355456197256?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2670417355456197256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=2670417355456197256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2670417355456197256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2670417355456197256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-news-today.html' title='Good news today.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-8278659927246313602</id><published>2010-01-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:16:11.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do love my kids...</title><content type='html'>I just have to keep telling myself that. The week has been one of the worst first weeks of a new year that I can remember. As you all know my birthday sucked. Mike's UI check came on Thursday. I paid part of the phone and a few other stuff. Friday comes and I was waiting for his work check it doesn't show. Only to remember that he didn't work last week. Great now we're out over 100$ this week for bills. Figured shit out, one bill will have to 'bounce' (sometimes I love NSF protect.) Mike calls me to tell me he might not have enough gas to make it home. He makes it home fine only to tell me that he picked up a piece of metal in his tire on the freeway. Both of us are pissed by now. You could hear the air whooshing out of the tire. The house gets picked up, Abby comes over life goes alright. Enter Saturday morning. Mike has to take the tire down and get it fixed, Cadence and I are doing laundry... Not a bad morning till Cadence tells me that Daytona flooded the toilet and I go in to plunge it not a minute into it she starts crying and Tydan tells me she spilt my coffee, I go in the living room and my coffee is all over my desk and &lt;b&gt;under&lt;/b&gt; my tower. I get as much as I can cleaned up, go back to plunging only to find that it's so clogged I break the plunger handle. By now I'm beyond fuming cause the bathroom floor and I are covered in shitty toilet water. I call Mike to buy a snake but I have the money, he's still waiting on his tire and it's so torn they have to replace it. A 200$ tire that hopefully they replace for free since that's what they advertise for buying from them. More plunging finds... torn underwear. FUCK ME!!! Mike told the kids to flush any dog poop they find and Lily's favorite snack is clothes from the floor. So not only is my toilet plugged but so is my dog and I have to buy the boys new undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-8278659927246313602?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8278659927246313602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=8278659927246313602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8278659927246313602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8278659927246313602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-do-love-my-kids.html' title='I really do love my kids...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-6877882249345641948</id><published>2010-01-06T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:55:30.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday...</title><content type='html'>Should be a day for me to be happy and celebrate, but apparently this year has decided to screw me over. First I got about 2 hours of sleep, I wake up to braid Mike's hair and then can't go back to sleep for that extra hour. I get up, get dressed and find out that I used the last of the milk for my coffee, have no money in the bank (though there should be), James hasn't paid his child support this week, Mike had to work and now has no gas to come home, and to top it off... I'm hungry (I'm never hungry in the morning). It's 7:38am and all this has happened to me. WHAT THE FUCK!!! Mike says today will get better but so far I just see it getting worse the more I'm awake. Plus as soon as I go back to bed Daytona will wake up and want food &amp;amp; cartoons and if I crash then she'll just tear the house apart and get into shit. NO FUCKING FAIR!!!! I know God doesn't throw shit your way that you can't handle but really... does it HAVE to be on MY BIRTHDAY?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-6877882249345641948?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6877882249345641948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=6877882249345641948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6877882249345641948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6877882249345641948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday...'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-317010955906387043</id><published>2010-01-05T20:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:57:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is funny</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 27. Mike though makes me feel better about another birthday by tell me I'll be 24. My 25th birthday my mother called me up and asked how does it feel to be a quarter of a century old. Up till that call I was fine with my new age, it was then I decided I was staying 24 and no one could make me get older. Well of course that didn't work cause4 then I turned 26 and now I'm around to turning 27. Amazing how time flies when you don't think about little stuff like birthdays all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I didn't feel up to cooking and neither did Mike so we ordered pizza and wings. The wings were awesome but for some strange reason my pizza didn't taste the same. I know I know, eating pizza when you are trying to lose weight not a good idea but I'm taking the new me thing slow. I pretty much cut soda out of my diet. Still drinking tons of mochas but now I'm drinking water and juice (I have to put some sprite in it or it makes me sick so I guess I still drink soda LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this weekend I'm gonna make Mike go with me to Boise for the cooking store we like. I really want some pesto powder for my sauces again. I probably won't get to go out to eat for my birthday tomorrow so I think I'm gonna make my orange chicken and fried rice finally. I'll even make Mike peel the rest of the shrimp we have and fry them up. Mmmm sounds very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I mentioned it but Cadence's birthday was on Sunday, my bubba is 8 years old and no longer has to use a car seat in our home state. Woo hoo. Now if only I didn't have to wait almost 8 years for Tydan to get out of his. We finally switched Daytona to the lap belt and booster seat, it's nice not having to squish her chair around her bulky jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed since I need to up bright and early for my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-317010955906387043?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/317010955906387043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=317010955906387043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/317010955906387043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/317010955906387043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is funny'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-2142566413480084007</id><published>2010-01-05T08:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:54:30.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>The boys went back to school after break. It was too quiet for my tastes, I missed them as soon as they were gone. Even worse Mike got called in to work early and he was gone all day. So far he was laid off for the Christmas break and it looks like his boss is gonna try to work him all week. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; paychecks will be great but it still sucks that I went from a loud &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt; people filled house for almost 2 weeks to the quiet life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired to really make anything all that special for dinner so I made hamburger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stroganoff&lt;/span&gt; from a box. It was good but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I burped it tasted like oatmeal. The last time I ate oatmeal was over 2 years ago, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; and Cadence's was on Sunday so I think I need to make a cake sometime this week. I'm gonna make Mike take me out for lunch/dinner on my birthday. Trying to figure where I want to go. Olive Garden has the best food, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TGIFriday's&lt;/span&gt; gave me a free dessert coupon, and Chili's has the 3 for 20$ meal that Mike and I like, plus there's all the other places that we like to go but haven't been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in awhile&lt;/span&gt;, Macaroni Grill, Wingers... So many choices, so little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just say screw the food and go get my nails done. It just might be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my Bach Hard to Love story Blog today, Hopefully I can get the next chapter done this week and posted. But first I need to get my game started to take some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-2142566413480084007?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2142566413480084007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=2142566413480084007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2142566413480084007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/2142566413480084007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-8215620986260103533</id><published>2010-01-03T21:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:27:55.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted here so I figured I'd better post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has really happened in my life or kitchen. Mike and I celebrated our 5th Anniversary.  We went to Olive Garden and I had the chicken &amp;amp; gnocchi soup and the white wine stuffed mettzaluna's. Both were so good, the soup had cooked spinach and I practically licked the bowl clean. The wine sauce made me a little tipsy. Dessert was taken home and was waaaaaaay to sweet. Our server was named Cheryl and was awesome. Mike was being his normal sicko self and she just rolled with it. He drank all my wine cause I wasn't drinking it fast enough and he got a little more tipsy than me.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the Market and bought pre made gnocchi and made our own soup, not as great as the Garden but just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before Christmas I made a 4 apple pie that I heard was awesome. I used Pink Lady, Honey Crisp, Granny Smith, and Yellow Delicious. I tried to make no fail pie crust and guess what... it failed. mike had to run to the store and my pie was done 15 minutes after the time we were suppose to be at the party. Even worse for me was I wanted to put cranberries in but I didn't have enough time with my crust disaster. I did get to make some cranberry applesauce that the kids loved. My Mom took the kids that night and we were able to go to dinner for Mike's birthday. Once again we went to Olive Garden for lunch. We tried the new manicotti. Not bad but then we can make better. Last week found us making our own white wine sauce. I placed it over citrus chicken and 5 cheese torrelinni. Found that we cooked it too long and it came out really thick and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZUDECvCxOY/S0F72Hsfa9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/AcQ9rnxlysA/s1600-h/478837389_1677689835_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZUDECvCxOY/S0F72Hsfa9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/AcQ9rnxlysA/s400/478837389_1677689835_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422751596039597010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make awesome bruschetta bites, instead of baking them fry them up in some EVOO. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years I made mini raspberry pot pies, and my own salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we had build your own mini tacos. Mike made the beef and it was bland, I rescued it by adding in some season salt and habanero Tabasco sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till shopping day so I can get some new stuff from The Market to try. Sometime this week I'm gonna try to make orange chicken to go with my fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written enough for now but who knows I may have something to write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-8215620986260103533?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8215620986260103533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=8215620986260103533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8215620986260103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/8215620986260103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IZUDECvCxOY/S0F72Hsfa9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/AcQ9rnxlysA/s72-c/478837389_1677689835_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-6039844682526808400</id><published>2009-10-19T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:20:13.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing life was like the game.</title><content type='html'>For the most part things are good. Dinner tonight was homemade mac &amp;amp; cheese with chicken burgers. But I swear something is missing. For the life of me I can't figure it out. Hopefully this weekend's party will make it all better. I've been looking at spooky Halloween ideas. Found a couple really yummy looking ones. Will have to try them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-6039844682526808400?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6039844682526808400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=6039844682526808400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6039844682526808400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/6039844682526808400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishing-life-was-like-game.html' title='Wishing life was like the game.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-5402226263263343694</id><published>2009-10-14T19:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:43:16.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner was a big hit.</title><content type='html'>So I did go with the fried chicken, I found a recipe that uses corn bread instead of flour. It was frackin awesome. I messed around with the recipe so that it would fit my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 box corn bread/muffin mix&lt;br /&gt;various spices to taste (I chose southwest and peppers)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Buttermilk (I made it from dry mix)&lt;br /&gt;6 chicken breast (cut into strips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix spices and corn bread together in a bowl. Soak your chicken strips in the buttermilk, then a few strips at a time coat them in bread mix. Place strips in heated skillet with 1-2 Tablespoons of oil. Fry about 3-4 minutes each side. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had them with boxed cheese mashed potatoes and green beans. For dessert I made carrot cake muffins with cream cheese frosting from a box. Home cooked taste in a matter of moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-5402226263263343694?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5402226263263343694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=5402226263263343694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5402226263263343694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/5402226263263343694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/10/dinner-was-big-hit.html' title='Dinner was a big hit.'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-3230547347145686885</id><published>2009-10-14T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:02:42.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall I make for dinner?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking I forgot to take any meat out for dinner and I have no clue what I should make.  The plan was to make fried chicken and cheesey mashed taters. I still may make that but I have yet to find a decent sounding recipe for the breading. I'll probably go with the tried and true method, flour and spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are cleaning their rooms and Mike is still at work. Sometimes I love his over time hours and other days, like today I wish he was home to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my Aunt is coming over to help me remodel the kids rooms. There's so much stuff to do and a very small time frame to do it. Walls need repatched, primered, and painted. Then we're ripping up the carpet and putting down snap wood flooring. Why is it that on all the remodel DIY shows they never tell you about the trip to the bank first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6835123476551205737-3230547347145686885?l=thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3230547347145686885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6835123476551205737&amp;postID=3230547347145686885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3230547347145686885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6835123476551205737/posts/default/3230547347145686885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckupfairystrikesagain.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-shall-i-make-for-dinner.html' title='What shall I make for dinner?'/><author><name>Lowry Cusine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917557774199171486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZva6xM32Uo/Tqm6xYcgvhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZEeaA-8_u1U/s220/turkey_dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6835123476551205737.post-2657232020515368579</id><published>2009-10-14T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:19:59.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out</title><content type='html'>I've taken the plunge and desided to start my own blog here. You;ll never know what I'll post or when. 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