<?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-5631675406715890863</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:25:34.759-08:00</updated><category term='Freakin&apos; French Fries'/><title type='text'>Prozac in the Water</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions of a Crazy Housewife.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-5700027602991611298</id><published>2011-03-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:44:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough...not Breakdown!</title><content type='html'>This week has been very emotional for me. I have struggled this week  with abstinence, and hormonal issues. I have been having night sweats,  getting up in the middle of the night for the last 2 nights and binging,  then going to sleep on the couch depressed because those chips and  cheese were just not worth it.  I kept my poor husband up late the other  night crying and venting about how I have no idea how I got here. I  have no idea where this all went wrong.  I feel like I have been  kidnapped and dropped off in the middle of no where and told to find my  way back. Back to normalcy and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some divine reason I  feel a calm, a light, and a peace with the long journey that lies ahead  of me, and I am definitely up for the challenge. Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have been day dreaming about hiking, and would even like to run a 5K.   Kyle even mentioned that we should do one together. I am thinking maybe  in the Fall we will be ready to possibly run one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this  week that I was going to weigh in every Monday morning.  The scale and I  have been enemies for a long time. I have been discouraged the last two  weeks, that this was all not worth it because every time the scale and I  had a meeting it said the same ole thing...235lbs!  I was feeling  particularly guilty this morning about my 1 am binge last night, so as I  was getting in the shower this morning I pulled the scale out and  slowly stepped onto it...230lbs!  I jumped off, made sure it was 0ed out  and stepped on again...YAY! I have lost 5 lbs this week!  Wow, it felt  so good, and it was just the attitude adjustment I needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-5700027602991611298?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5700027602991611298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=5700027602991611298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/5700027602991611298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/5700027602991611298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/03/breakthroughnot-breakdown.html' title='Breakthrough...not Breakdown!'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-5712714604815173664</id><published>2011-03-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:07:06.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight and Measurements</title><content type='html'>It is time to get serious about weight loss.  I wanted to post my starting weight and measurements so I can more easily track my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting weight:235 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Measurements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust: 51 inches&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 49 inches&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 54 inches&lt;br /&gt;Biceps: 17 inches&lt;br /&gt;Thighs: 19 inches&lt;br /&gt;Calves: 17 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting BMI: 37.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal Weight: 150&lt;br /&gt;Goal BMI: 24.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total weight loss: 85 lbs.  by &lt;span class="bigger"&gt;Tuesday, November 15, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-5712714604815173664?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5712714604815173664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=5712714604815173664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/5712714604815173664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/5712714604815173664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/03/weight-and-measurements.html' title='Weight and Measurements'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-6383321166338477666</id><published>2011-03-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:34:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty rough day for me.  I was extremely down on myself, and it seemed as though I had lost all control.  Kyle and I of course ended the day with an argument and cry fest on my part.  However, I feel it was productive since I got some things off my chest, and things that Kyle and I have needed to discuss but have been avoiding were resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason yesterday I hardly thought about food at all. In fact, I hardly ate near what I have been.  I am not sure if it is anxiety or divine intervention.  I would like to believe the latter. Philippians 4:13 “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I believe that God alone will give me the tools I need to overcome this addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel tired, but hopeful! I have not been thinking about food obsessively today, THANKS BE TO GOD!  I have not binged today, still trying to find that fine line between eating and binging.  For example is continuing to eat a normal size portion even after I feel full binging?  I guess it is all relative to the way it makes me feel.  Whether or not I feel it is wrong in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited today, feeling hopeful and grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-6383321166338477666?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6383321166338477666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=6383321166338477666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/6383321166338477666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/6383321166338477666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/03/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough!'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-2478410928777381222</id><published>2011-03-11T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:47:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM POWERLESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>I took my first blind step up the stairs yesterday, admitting I have a problem to the world and joined an OA group. I am not sure if I was in denial or did not realize how much this disease consumed me. Almost everything I do is consumed and motivated by food. I realized I have to get my mind right before I can attempt to lose weight.  I have opened up to Kyle and told him some of my darkest secrets. Like how using pot gives me an excuse to binge in front of him. He has been amazingly supportive. He even suggested last night that as a family we start walking in the evenings. I know he did not realize how bad it really was. He had an idea he said because I would get up in the middle of the night and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to keep track of my caloric intake. Not only will that help me lose weight, but it will help me see if and when I am binge eating and be accountable for it. I am allowing myself 1400 calories per day give or take a few 100. Nothing strenuous or constraining...just accountability for my recovery.  I did not binge yesterday! I took in 1,165 calories and did not feel hungry. I will be incorporating more snacks into my diet. I will be eating every 2 hours to help overcome cravings, and keep me feeling full. I woke up this morning hungry but not starving.  I have a great mental attitude this morning!  Thanks be to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-2478410928777381222?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2478410928777381222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=2478410928777381222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/2478410928777381222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/2478410928777381222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-powerless.html' title='I AM POWERLESS!!!!'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-9027793675172273183</id><published>2011-01-14T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:27:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TTBrZeUIgVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tDoxsM7daY0/s1600/CIMG0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TTBrZeUIgVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tDoxsM7daY0/s320/CIMG0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562063625180971346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 "Love is Kind, and I can be too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In addition to saying nothing negative to your spouse AGAIN today, do at least one unexpected gesture as an act of kindness." (The Love Dare, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What discoveries about love did you make today? What specifically did you do in this dare? How did you show kindness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today has been a very good day. Love is in the air! Last night we watched Eclipse, I am guessing that was an act of kindness from Kyle since I know he would rather watch anything else. He also let me take a 2 hour nap! WOO HOO!!!!!  So this morning I got up made us breakfast, and made his coffee. I channeled the TV to CNN Headline News which he is required to watch for school, and not the usual Investigation Discovery which I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discoveries I made about Love today is that if I am kind and patient with Kyle our house is more kind and patient.  He shows an over abundance of kindness and patience with me, something I think I have come to expect and no appreciate. Since my lack of kindness and patience has been brought to my attention the last couple of days I have a new found appreciation for the amount of love, kindness, and patience that is allotted to me.  I feel today is going to be a good day. I am going to take the children to the let it snow party tonight at church, another act of kindness...Kyle didn't want to take them. Then when I get home I will probably play Rock Band which we both enjoy doing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 38 days are looking brighter and brighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick,S &amp; Kendrick,A (2008). The Love Dare. Nashville, TN. B&amp;H Publishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-9027793675172273183?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/9027793675172273183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=9027793675172273183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/9027793675172273183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/9027793675172273183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-dare_14.html' title='The Love Dare'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TTBrZeUIgVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tDoxsM7daY0/s72-c/CIMG0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-3224882167147753436</id><published>2011-01-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:05:19.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TS8wsnzCveI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y9euebH0M_o/s1600/CIMG0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TS8wsnzCveI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y9euebH0M_o/s320/CIMG0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561717607981301218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 "Love is Patient, and I am not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first part of the dare is fairly simple. Although love is communicated in a number of ways, our words often reflect the condition of our heart. For the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say nothing negative to your spouse at all. If the temptation arises, choose not to say anything. It's better to hold your tongue than to say something you will regret." (The Love Dare, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anything happen today to cause anger toward your mate? Were you tempted to think disapproving thoughts and let them come out in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day by far was the hardest for me to accomplish, I hope it is not an indication of what is to come.  I have come to realize in 10 years of marriage that I can be very demeaning and judgmental. Sometimes I don't like living with me, I can not imagine what Kyle feels like sometimes.  He is a very easy going person so he makes it very easy to be nice to him. I was tempted to say negative things to him, to point out what I thought were shortcomings. We don't argue very often, so that was not really a factor. One thing I really need to work on is being more patient with everyone, myself included. I also need to learn to relax.  If things do not get done my way, at least they are getting done. I need to focus more on my words, and how others perceive them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick,S &amp; Kendrick,A (2008). The Love Dare. Nashville, TN. B&amp;H Publishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-3224882167147753436?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3224882167147753436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=3224882167147753436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/3224882167147753436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/3224882167147753436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-dare.html' title='The Love Dare'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/TS8wsnzCveI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y9euebH0M_o/s72-c/CIMG0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-3954122200694496908</id><published>2009-03-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:26:34.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freakin&apos; French Fries'/><title type='text'>Freakin' French Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hm0aXynhK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hm0aXynhK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-3954122200694496908?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3954122200694496908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=3954122200694496908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/3954122200694496908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/3954122200694496908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Freakin&apos; French Fries'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-8129430859289450963</id><published>2008-08-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:34:30.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/SLQGWFIAiHI/AAAAAAAAACw/4WzwLjXhC9U/s1600-h/August+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/SLQGWFIAiHI/AAAAAAAAACw/4WzwLjXhC9U/s320/August+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238819242941384818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I survived! Ha! I didn't even cry yesterday! He was so brave and so excited. The funniest thing was when we took him into his class room the teacher had some papers for us to fill out.  While Kyle and I were doing paperwork Nick was sitting in the floor reading a book with Ms. Fortenberry (his new teacher).  Shortly after more students started to arrive. Nick jumped up everytime a new student entered the room and offered his hand to shake and politely said "Hi I am Nick, nice to meet you." I could not believe my eyes or ears! Maybe this school thing was not going to be so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-8129430859289450963?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8129430859289450963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=8129430859289450963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/8129430859289450963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/8129430859289450963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/nicks-first-day-of-school.html' title='Nick&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/SLQGWFIAiHI/AAAAAAAAACw/4WzwLjXhC9U/s72-c/August+2008+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-8794964369222227201</id><published>2008-08-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:25:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma's a bitch and so am I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some people's philosophy on parenting is that they are being paid back for all the terrible things that they did to their parents.  Well if that is the case, I should have never had children.  Many times I have apologized to my mother for all the wicked nasty things I have done to her.  Hoping and praying that Karma would not rear it's ugly head.  Boy was I wrong!  Today I have wanted to rip all my clothes off and run outside and scream (it seemed more primal and dramatic with the clothes off).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I first registered Nick for school I was so nervous almost depressed, and crying. As "doomsday" approaches I am counting down the days!  I need a break from being mommy for one day, and on this break I want everything that I do to be done. When I come back from my faux-break I don't want to "catch-up" what is the point in a break then?  This would be a wonderful Christmas gift if anyone is wondering what to get me. *wink, wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to once again tell my mother I AM SORRY MOM, and I love you more than you will ever know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-8794964369222227201?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8794964369222227201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=8794964369222227201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/8794964369222227201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/8794964369222227201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/karmas-bitch-and-so-am-i.html' title='Karma&apos;s a bitch and so am I.'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-312463862647959110</id><published>2008-07-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:32:47.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikey's Next Door aka The Hillbilly Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Holy Hatfields and McCoys!  How many damn farm animals can you fit on 1 acre?  When we first moved into the home we live in now the neighbors roosters so graciously decided to use the tree out side my bedroom window in which to roost in.  Lucky me, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they have add a donkey/mule (not sure of the difference, and who cares anyway.) Which they have pinned up next to a dog.  I was informed by some "pikey experts" that Donkey's hate dogs.  Which explains why the damn thing goes off every 2 hours.  I feel like I am in a really bad episode of "Hee-Haw."  Gonna go buy me a purty flowered hat and leave the price tag on it, by gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Wal-mart the other day and Senior Pikey, the family patriarch, was in the fan island the junior pikey's were yelling at him over a $10 box fan.  So loud I could here them 4 isles over.  Which I found quite funny as I tried to run by the end of the isle with Regan before I was spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the hundreds of farm animals, farm equipment, and enough wood in the wood shed for the apocalypse they have about 10 trucks or things that resemble trucks in the yard.  Not to mention not one vehicle has an exahaust system.  Which they find very amusing to drive up and down the road at mach 9, all hours of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned there is bound to be more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-312463862647959110?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/312463862647959110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=312463862647959110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/312463862647959110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/312463862647959110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/pikeys-next-door-aka-hillbilly.html' title='Pikey&apos;s Next Door aka The Hillbilly Chronicles'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631675406715890863.post-2501712559415685339</id><published>2008-06-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:34:24.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Lives in a Piehole in a Pizza Place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My 5 year old son, Nick, has been going to Vacation Bible School this week.  Every night when he comes home I run down my regular list of questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Did you have a good time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What did you eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What did you learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The last one is what got me in trouble.  First of all Nick is a very impatient child he gets very sarcastic and huffy when I ask him these questions.  Well last night was no exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Hi son, did you have a good time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He starts to sigh, and roll his eyes.  He knows what comes next so in his 5 year old little mind he is think what can I say to piss her off but not get in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"What did you have to eat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He starts to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Son, what did you have to eat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"If you want to know what we ate then you should go to bible school and eat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ok, I am thinking did he just tell me to get bent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"What did you learn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"NOTHING" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Did you learn about Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Well, who is Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Jesus is a man that flies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ok, I am thinking that is pretty good.  Maybe he thinks Jesus is some kind of super hero or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Where does Jesus live?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am totally expecting the kid to reply "in heaven."  Nope not my kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"He lives in a pie hole in a pizza place!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and then he repeats it, I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants! Classic I tell ya, classic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5631675406715890863-2501712559415685339?l=prozacinthewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2501712559415685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5631675406715890863&amp;postID=2501712559415685339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/2501712559415685339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5631675406715890863/posts/default/2501712559415685339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozacinthewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/jesus-lives-in-piehole-in-pizza-place.html' title='Jesus Lives in a Piehole in a Pizza Place.'/><author><name>Jenni Baker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848947907602708129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YMhYInBrHsM/R-wxQ4Oq3kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ic1hQAttsXw/S220/!cid_578371511%4030032005-0366.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
