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Plus Size Things for Sale
Aug. 30th, 2012 08:55 amSo here's the link to my flickr with all the dresses I'm selling.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/misti_k/7881608878/in/set-72157612080384690
That should start you at the first dress. Scroll right for more.
Post here if you're interested and your zip code. I'll ship as cheaply as possible.
I'm also posting on FB, so I'll do my best to take down stuff as it's been sold.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/misti_k/7881608878/in/set-72157612080384690
That should start you at the first dress. Scroll right for more.
Post here if you're interested and your zip code. I'll ship as cheaply as possible.
I'm also posting on FB, so I'll do my best to take down stuff as it's been sold.
Alert, Alert! Livejournal Backup
Jul. 27th, 2011 12:53 pm If anyone out there is as freaked out by this latest DDOS attack as I am, please to be reading this guys page and learn how to backup your entire journal in a variety of ways.
http://chipuni.livejournal.com/620260.html
http://chipuni.livejournal.com/620260.html
STEVIE IS FOUND!
Jul. 21st, 2011 01:55 pmHe's found, he's found!
Apparently a neighbor of Jodie's (the foster mom) had him the entire time. He was never outside, all alone and thirsty and scared. He was with a stranger, but he was fed and watered and SAFE.
Thanks to all that boosted the signal. Watch this space for a super cute picture!
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Lost dog: Stevie the Italian greyhound
Jul. 20th, 2011 11:56 amAround 8 this morning, my former foster pup escaped from his new foster mom while on a walk, near Barton springs and Robert e lee.
Stevie is white, with brown ears, and a black spot on his back. He is roughly 8 pounds, missing a few of his teeth and very frightened of other dogs. He responds very well to 'Stevie, Come!' He was wearing a black collar, with his rabies tag and an identifying tag and will probably be trailing his leash behind him.
He's been missing for over three hours now and is probably very tired and scared.
If you see him, please let me know. And please boost the signal. I cannot even describe how much I love this little guy.
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Her life in cocktails...
Oct. 25th, 2010 02:01 pmA friend of mine has a blog about cocktails and is giving away a MUJI ice ball mold. Ice balls are pretty much the best way EVER to enjoy scotch, bourbon or just about any mixed drink. A smaller surface area for melting = less water in your drink. Hooray!
So go enter and stuff.
http://mylifeincocktails.com/post/1398632818/giveaway-muji-ice-ball-maker
So go enter and stuff.
http://mylifeincocktails.com/post/1398632818/giveaway-muji-ice-ball-maker
Me - The Catch-up Post
Jan. 1st, 2010 10:19 amSo. Hi. Lets jump in...
I've been called a conservative hippie. I would agree with that, mostly...I'm a fiercely liberal, pro-choice, Childfree, atheist, feminist democrat. But I also enjoying owning my own gun and children that still say 'please' and 'thank-you' and don't act like wild hellions in public areas.
I'm from East Texas, from behind the 'Pine Cone Curtain'. My parents were young, and lasted two years before calling it quits. They were kids, I can't blame them. Being raised by your Southern Baptist Grandparents though...that leaves quite the impression.
When I was 9, I moved to Germany to join my Army Dad and step-Mom. My brother was born 2 months later. It was a bit of a shock. Lived with them till college; headed back to East Texas and hated all 5 years of it.
I've been dealing with clinical depression since about that time; 9 years old. I started receiving treatment when I was 23. I've been on quite a few medications and am finally on one that seems to be working for me.
I met my husband when we were both sophomores in High School. He was quiet and geeky, with a horribly negative outlook on the world and also suffering from serious depression. We began as friends, became best friends and the rest is our history.
Our Senior year of High School, his dad got stationed in Hawaii, so we did long distance until he joined me at college a year after I started.
We married in May of 2003 and he commissioned in the Army the following May. We spent 7 months in Augusta, GA and were then stationed at Ft. Hood, TX in Killeen.
He deployed to Iraq the first time in November of 2005 and returned in November of 2006 and the second time in November of 2007, returning in February of 2009. That was a bitch. Never doing that shit again thankyouverymuch.
In July of 2007, we moved to Austin. We love Austin. We adore Austin. Austin fits us in every way the Army never did.
Our marriage was in a somewhat shaky state. Two deployments in three years and serious clinical depression for your entire relationship will do that. But we've worked *hard* and our relationship is better than it has ever been before. Period. We are blossoming; I'm falling in love with my best friend all over again.
I'm also fat...which I'm learning to be okay with. I do, however, have serious issues with food. Disordered eating, I know thee well. Living with that isn't always fun. But I'm trying to be honest with myself. I want to be healthy; I no longer care about what size my shirt is. I'm also among the ranks of women with PCOS and insulin issues. YAY!
In any case, I'm trying to make sense of my life...and this is where I talk about it. I also talk about MAC. And loving Austin. And I swear. A lot.
I've been called a conservative hippie. I would agree with that, mostly...I'm a fiercely liberal, pro-choice, Childfree, atheist, feminist democrat. But I also enjoying owning my own gun and children that still say 'please' and 'thank-you' and don't act like wild hellions in public areas.
I'm from East Texas, from behind the 'Pine Cone Curtain'. My parents were young, and lasted two years before calling it quits. They were kids, I can't blame them. Being raised by your Southern Baptist Grandparents though...that leaves quite the impression.
When I was 9, I moved to Germany to join my Army Dad and step-Mom. My brother was born 2 months later. It was a bit of a shock. Lived with them till college; headed back to East Texas and hated all 5 years of it.
I've been dealing with clinical depression since about that time; 9 years old. I started receiving treatment when I was 23. I've been on quite a few medications and am finally on one that seems to be working for me.
I met my husband when we were both sophomores in High School. He was quiet and geeky, with a horribly negative outlook on the world and also suffering from serious depression. We began as friends, became best friends and the rest is our history.
Our Senior year of High School, his dad got stationed in Hawaii, so we did long distance until he joined me at college a year after I started.
We married in May of 2003 and he commissioned in the Army the following May. We spent 7 months in Augusta, GA and were then stationed at Ft. Hood, TX in Killeen.
He deployed to Iraq the first time in November of 2005 and returned in November of 2006 and the second time in November of 2007, returning in February of 2009. That was a bitch. Never doing that shit again thankyouverymuch.
In July of 2007, we moved to Austin. We love Austin. We adore Austin. Austin fits us in every way the Army never did.
Our marriage was in a somewhat shaky state. Two deployments in three years and serious clinical depression for your entire relationship will do that. But we've worked *hard* and our relationship is better than it has ever been before. Period. We are blossoming; I'm falling in love with my best friend all over again.
I'm also fat...which I'm learning to be okay with. I do, however, have serious issues with food. Disordered eating, I know thee well. Living with that isn't always fun. But I'm trying to be honest with myself. I want to be healthy; I no longer care about what size my shirt is. I'm also among the ranks of women with PCOS and insulin issues. YAY!
In any case, I'm trying to make sense of my life...and this is where I talk about it. I also talk about MAC. And loving Austin. And I swear. A lot.
