<?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-1943637881252658742</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:32:52.564-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='moving'/><category term='summer'/><category term='housekeeping'/><category term='Fitz'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='family'/><category term='vegetarianism'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='restaraunts'/><category term='Dexter'/><category term='money'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Dexter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-9167732824893995157</id><published>2010-02-24T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:41:01.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Blogger! I'm moving to Wordpress for cuter layouts and improvements I have yet to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please update my web address in your blog reader: &lt;a href="http://mrsdexter.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://mrsdexter.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-9167732824893995157?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/9167732824893995157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=9167732824893995157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9167732824893995157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9167732824893995157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-1695667486381863401</id><published>2010-02-03T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:37:22.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February Meal Plan</title><content type='html'>January was the first month I've really stuck to a meal plan for an entire month. I bled into this month's grocery fund by $15. It was a little disappointing, but compared to my grocery budget blowing in the past, $15 is nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I've lowered my weekly allotment by $10. I'm a little daunted since I didn't come in under budget like I was hoping last month, but we're really trying to tighten the belt to really get our &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/article/get-out-of-debt-with-the-debt-snowball-plan/lifeandmoney_debt/"&gt;debt snowball&lt;/a&gt; moving. So here's to a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Moroccan&lt;/span&gt; Lentil Soup, bread, peas&lt;br /&gt;2-Egg casserole, pancakes&lt;br /&gt;3-Soup from the freezer, green beans, bread&lt;br /&gt;4-Broccoli &amp;amp; Pasta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Pizza *Date Night*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/01/crockpot-hot-and-sour-soup-recipe.html"&gt;Hot &amp;amp; Sour Soup&lt;/a&gt;, homemade egg rolls&lt;br /&gt;9-Pasta with marinara, salad&lt;br /&gt;10-From the freezer: Vegetarian curry, white rice, mango smoothie&lt;br /&gt;11-&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/06/crockpot-breakfast-risotto.html"&gt;Breakfast Risotto&lt;/a&gt;, fruit, eggs&lt;br /&gt;12-Pork chop (for the man, leftovers for me), mashed potatoes, corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-&lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/02/crockpot-black-bean-soup-recipe.html"&gt;Black Bean Soup&lt;/a&gt;, whole wheat cornbread, salad&lt;br /&gt;16-Baked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziti&lt;/span&gt;, salad&lt;br /&gt;17-Out to eat! My little sister's 21st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;18-Whole wheat waffles, eggs, fruit&lt;br /&gt;19-Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-Vegetable Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;23-Sauteed Mushrooms in butter sauce with pasta&lt;br /&gt;24-From the freezer: Lentil tacos, salad&lt;br /&gt;25-French toast, eggs, fruit&lt;br /&gt;26-Chicken, mashed potatoes, corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because I figure my monthly budget by the number of Saturdays in the month (because that's the day I grocery shop), here's the first week in March:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Falafel&lt;/span&gt;, salad&lt;br /&gt;2-Spaghetti, marinara, salad&lt;br /&gt;3-Something from the freezer&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Huevos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rancheros&lt;/span&gt;, whole wheat pancakes&lt;br /&gt;5-Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feel like my side dishes are a pretty uninspired this month. Salad is popping up a lot, and that makes me feel guilty because I almost always buy bagged salad. I usually get whatever mix is on sale, but sometimes it's still a really bad price. But I sold my salad spinner, and towel drying lettuce really irritates me. So, I welcome your side dish suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-1695667486381863401?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/1695667486381863401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=1695667486381863401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/1695667486381863401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/1695667486381863401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-meal-plan.html' title='February Meal Plan'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-5164645063350451785</id><published>2010-01-16T18:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:10:03.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow &amp; Haiti</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of December, I had 29 ELL students that I saw every weekday. Some of them spend two or three hours with me every day. They're too old to be my children, but they're my brother's age. Many of them feel like they are a part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had 28, after a shy, polite newcomer felt the pull to go back to work to make money to support himself and his family. He is 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before winter break, we had an early dismissal because of snow. A fifteen-year-old boy from South America was wandering the halls with no way home. I didn't have my car and had to walk home. I asked an administrator what to do to help him. I was sent to three more administrators, and after a few fruitless phone calls, I was dismissed and he was sentenced to four hours in a conference room by himself. His parents died in his home country and he lives with relatives he doesn't know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over break, a student brought me flancocho (flan cake) and an announcement that she was moving back home to be with her family. She was barely 14 and had tried a difficult four months away from home. She wants to be a pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to see 27 of my students when I returned to work, I was dismayed to learn that another nineteen-year-old boy had gotten a day job over break. He wants to send money to his mother back home. He is a charming kid. Once, he said to me, "Teacher, you are looking junger and junger every day." Another time, he asked permission to read his science book after finishing his homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks since break, and I'm now down to 25 students. A counselor emailed me to tell me a student had returned to his home country during break and could not return to Iowa City. This was odd, since he had been at school since break, and the students who live in his neighborhood report that he still lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two students will move at the end of January. Two more students report that they will be moving "any day now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the students who have left, and I worry about them along with the ones who remain. I am tired of crying each time I find out about another sad story or about another student who is leaving.  When I cried, it was half for the student and half for my own sadness that they were gone.  When I was done crying, I wanted to act.  I have a lesson plan that outlines average salaries for people with and without high school diplomas and compares that information to the cost of living. I have hopes of creating a GED class outside of school for those who needed to work or who were too old to finish a diploma. I have an idea for a fantastic mentoring pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about the earthquake in Haiti on Wednesday night. One of my students is from Haiti. His parents and siblings still live there. He doesn't know where they are or what has happened to them. He does know that they lived in a severely affected area of Haiti. I cried about this too, but there isn't a "plan of action" I can create to solve the problem or to make myself feel better. But not acting was not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made a donation to Compassion International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking to this post on &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/2010/01/help-for-haiti-everyone-can-do-something.html"&gt;Money Saving Mom&lt;/a&gt;, who will donate $10 to relief efforts for each blog post or comment about what people are doing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for Haiti, and I'm praying for peace for my Haitian student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson plans look different, too. Friday, we discussed what happened in Haiti. We discussed inequality in the U.S. and around the world. Next week, instead of reading &lt;em&gt;Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry&lt;/em&gt;, we'll devote class time to create a fundraising effort headed by my students. I wanted to do this but didn't want to push it. But they asked me, "So, what can we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to make a donation to help &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.compassion.com"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt; help Haiti, there is a link at the top of the page. If you'd like to encourage my students in their fundraising efforts by making your donation through them, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-5164645063350451785?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/5164645063350451785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=5164645063350451785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/5164645063350451785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/5164645063350451785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorrow-haiti.html' title='Sorrow &amp; Haiti'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7241600319251563921</id><published>2010-01-04T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:36:04.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution #2: Meal Planning</title><content type='html'>When I first heard that people planned a month of meals a time, I was a little smug. &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; people weren't looking at their weekly grocery ads to plan their meals so they could plan whatever was budget friendly for the week. How could &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; predict what would be on sale three weeks from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, month after month, I got knocked off my high horse when I'd way overspend my grocery budget because I ran out of time to plan meals one weekend. Or because the Fareway add hadn't come in the paper and I kept thinking I'd go pick one up but then it was too late. Or because the meals I planned were expensive. Or because I never used up all the produce I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though my system never actually worked, I just couldn't wrap my mind around monthly meal planning. It all changed my friend &lt;a href="http://lovedlikethechurch.wordpress.com/2009/11/01/the-month-i-stopped-cooking/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; did No Cook November, which involved crock-pots, and my mind is definitely wrapped around crock-pots. Specifically &lt;a href="http://www.crock-pot.com/Product.aspx?cid=113&amp;amp;pid=1065"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. And then posts like &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2008/08/20/thoughts-on-menu-planning/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, which had been floating around in my mind for a long time started to click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in December, I made a monthly meal plan. But it didn't go very well. I dabbled in some organic produce, tried way too many new recipes, did a lot of baking, and made lots of little trips to the grocery store and was just as over budget as usual. I felt like I was on the right track, so I decided to try again in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my ground rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast for dinner once a week - We like this, and it's usually pretty cheap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasta once a week - Dexter would eat spaghetti every day if I let him. (This is not an exaggeration, because this is what he did before we were married.) We use whole wheat pasta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One freezer meal a week - I'm planning ahead to make sure there are leftovers for this. I also made a pot of butternut squash soup just for freezing this weekend just in case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leftovers, freezer meals, or from-the-pantry meals on the weekends. If we have none of these, I'll just eat a PBJ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Humanely-raised" meat option once a week for the recovering vegetarian that is my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan at least one side dish, otherwise I'll spend the whole budget on main dish things and go to the store every day for side dish veggies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is our menu for the month:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-Pumpkin soup from the freezer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4-Risotto in the crockpot (with carrots, peas, and chickpeas), salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5-Lentil tacos (filling from the freezer), quinoa and black bean salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6-Waffles, eggs, fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7-Baked spinach and cheese noodles in the crockpot, carrots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8-Pork chop, corn, green beans, mashed potatoes (I might have freezer soup for my main dish)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9-Make Moroccan Lentil Soup for the freezer/lunches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11-Vegetarian Curry in the crockpot, rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12-French toast (made with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pannetone"&gt;panettone&lt;/a&gt; from the freezer), eggs, fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13-Lasagna, salad, bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14-Freezer soup, bread, vegetable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15-Burgers (fake for me unless I cave), baked beans, baked fries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18-Falafel in the crockpot &amp;amp; lots of fixings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19-Spaghetti, salad, bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20-Rachael Ray's healthy huevos rancheros, whole wheat cinnamon rasin biscuits, fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21-Lentil tacos from the freezer, quinoa &amp;amp; black bean salad (possibly also frozen)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22-Sweet &amp;amp; sour chicken with mango lettuce wraps &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25-Barbecue "chicken" (or beans or tofu) and cornbread casserole, vegetable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26-Broccoli &amp;amp; Pasta Bianco (a Campbell's recipe I'm using frozen, homemade mushroom soup for), salad,  bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27-Freezer soup, bread, vegetable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28-Pancakes, eggs, fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29-Eat out to celebrate (hopefully!) being under my grocery budget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, I'm $3 under my "weekly" budget. This bodes well, because I was able buy some of the "bad list produce" organic, be on main dish at house church, and buy ingredients for two crock-pots full of soup that will go straight to the freezer. There's a chance we'll run out of milk before the end of the week. I set my budget higher than my "ideal, superwoman, impress all my homemaker friends" budget because work takes up so much time and we're trying to make some ethical changes, but this way I'll have some success to keep me going, extra cash at the end of the month, the option of buying sale items in bulk at the end of the month, and the option of tightening the budget next month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7241600319251563921?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7241600319251563921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7241600319251563921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7241600319251563921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7241600319251563921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-2-meal-planning.html' title='Resolution #2: Meal Planning'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2911793386604587310</id><published>2009-12-19T12:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:52:32.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've heard some people say that making resolutions at the beginning of the new year is a bad idea because you can reevaluate your life and set new goals any time, and it's silly to make yourself wait till the new year. I wholeheartedly agree. But, we have Christmas and Easter to remind us of Christ EXTRA, Valentine's Day to help us focus on ones we love, and Mothers Day and Fathers Day to help us remember to honor our parents  even though we should remember to do these things all the time. Also, I have time off around the new year, so this is the only time I can really set aside to focus on goal-setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I spilled a cup of tea on myself, the couch, the ground, and a file organizer as was writing the paragraph above. Maybe it was the Lord chastising me for my opinion. More likely, I'm just not coordinated enough to handle coasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whenever I sit down at my computer, I sigh and think, "I want to blog." But then all my thoughts and emotions start moving toward the front of my mind and all my eloquence starts heading for the hills. If I muster up the courage to start typing anyway, I end up with a really boring, sentimental, disappointing story and think, "I would take me off my blog reader if I wrote something boring like this. At least they won't take me off if they just forget about me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If I had fewer things going on outside of work, or if I didn't care so much about trying to unpack, spend time with Dexter, getting enough exercise, eating remotely healthy meals, or other time-consuming things like that, I would have started a blog about my first year teaching. I thought it would be my "niche" where I could start a "successful" blog. But, since my first year is half over, it seems a little late to start something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Before that, I wanted to start a blog about cooking with ethical ingredients while living on a budget. There were a plethora of problems with that idea. 1: No time to write or research. 2: The title I chose sounded suspiciously like &lt;em&gt;Eat. Pray. Love. &lt;/em&gt;I didn't like that book, nor do I want to get sued.  3: Cooking with ethical ingredients while living on a budget is HARD and it takes a lot of planning. I am totally unqualified to write this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, my blogging related resolution is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Blog sometimes. Shoot for once a week. Don't worry about whether anybody is reading. If nothing else, you're developing your writing skills and you like to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2911793386604587310?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2911793386604587310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2911793386604587310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2911793386604587310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2911793386604587310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution.html' title='A Resolution'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-969420361005329410</id><published>2009-09-19T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:51:33.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftover coupons</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the most boring re-introduction into the blogging world that I've ever heard of. But at least it's a post. Maybe this will get the ball rolling again. Or, maybe next summer when I am no longer a first-year teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through all my coupons today and cut out all the ones I want. If you would like whatever is left, you are welcome to them. There are a lot from earlier this summer that will expire at the end of September. Most are in full pages, and there are several expired ones. But, I only included a page in the "keep pile" if there was at least one good coupon. I didn't judge what you might want to buy. I left in coupons for stuff I thought was weird, just in case you're feeling adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you'd like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-969420361005329410?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/969420361005329410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=969420361005329410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/969420361005329410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/969420361005329410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/09/leftover-coupons.html' title='Leftover coupons'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7918925615238995215</id><published>2009-07-30T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:43:53.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Fitz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SnHaqxadwKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/365SAqfIpvY/s1600-h/IMG_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309059528671394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SnHaqxadwKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/365SAqfIpvY/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fitz has had weird toenails ever since we got him. I worried about them breaking, but the vets never said anything, so I just told myself I was worrying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Dexter and I were getting ready to leave on our anniversary trip to Chicago when Fitz yelped and we saw that one of his nails had broken off and the "quick" (inside) was exposed.  We took him to a vet and helped hold him while the vet tech clipped the nail super short.  He gave a miserable howl through the muzzle they put on him. I was thankful to be holding his back end because apparently it was not pretty up front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has a bandaged foot, pain medication, anti-biotics, and a mommy and daddy who are leaving him for 2 days. His mommy feels really bad about that. I'm hoping that his pain pills make him sleepy so he'll sleep away the time that Keriann is at work. Poor Fitz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7918925615238995215?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7918925615238995215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7918925615238995215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7918925615238995215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7918925615238995215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/07/poor-fitz.html' title='Poor Fitz!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SnHaqxadwKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/365SAqfIpvY/s72-c/IMG_2898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3121902825530989284</id><published>2009-07-03T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:49:12.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consignment</title><content type='html'>I love a good deal. Usually, I find my good deals &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; by eying the aisles for those beautiful little orange stickers. I'd been to &lt;a href="http://www.stuffetconline.com/"&gt;Stuff Etc.&lt;/a&gt; a few times before the spring semester, but always had a hard time finding anything high quality or that would be useful. But, after a few trips this Spring, I'm sold on consignment shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FAVORITE part of the store is the housewares section, (There are dishes galore, mismatched and full sets, charmingly ugly and completely beautiful. I recently read an article about a couple who registered for discontinued glassware when they got married and replaced each glass they broke with a random glass from a thrift store. I LOVE this idea, so if you come over to my house, please break my glassware if you can do so safely so that I don't have to break all of it myself. This may be a big job because I registered for an extra set of glasses when we got married in case of breakage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, Keriann and I planned to make a quick stop by Stuff on a stormy night, partly to see if they had any cute, cheap raincoats. They didn't. However, they did have a navy belt for 60 cents (Keriann needed one to complete an outfit), a super cute set of dishes for $25, an antique dresser with a mirror for $50, and a beautiful, designer, Victorian style couch for $300 (which ended up being only $225 after some unexplainable discount). You can read more about Keriann's jackpot &lt;a href="http://keriann.tumblr.com/post/105313742/had-a-super-successful-shopping-trip-today-at"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just bought a Banana Republic shirt which is super cute but is made for someone with skinnier arms than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, Dexter and I were having on of our signature stuck-in-a-rut-date-nights where we were wasting time not knowing what to do and not wanting to make the other person doing something they didn't want to do. Then, Dexter made a smart move and suggested we go to Stuff. My wonderful husband held my hand and looked at all the dishes with me, didn't act like I was silly to want all the dishes I didn't need, and even seemed intrigued by my mismatched glass story. He had already looked at the electronics, and I was going to suggest we leave so he didn't have to stand there while I dug through the racks and racks of color-coded clothes. But no, he wanted to look at clothes and shoes too. (What a man!) Then, right before we decided to leave empty-handed, we headed over to the book section and spent $8 on these beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sk6JmZgnUHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8ML8d14BRmw/s1600-h/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354368299765813362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sk6JmZgnUHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8ML8d14BRmw/s400/P1000239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, (this has nothing to do with consignment but it was very exciting) Barnes &amp;amp; Noble had a $1 table where I found 2 books that were textbooks options for me at school and are pertinent to my new job. I also bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cooking-As-Courtship-Susan-Wiegand/dp/0965706915/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246661127&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Cooking as Courtship&lt;/a&gt;, which has its hokey bits but has some entertaining tidbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to find some furniture to fill up some of the empty space in our new condo at one of the half-off sales Stuff is having this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3121902825530989284?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3121902825530989284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3121902825530989284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3121902825530989284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3121902825530989284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/07/consignment.html' title='Consignment'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sk6JmZgnUHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8ML8d14BRmw/s72-c/P1000239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8835218054485343860</id><published>2009-07-02T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:08:34.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast</title><content type='html'>"Life as we know it and perhaps love itself is virtually impossible without the toaster. Toast, which is to say warm, delicious bread, slightly crisp where it wasn't to begin with, is more than anything the food of deep affection. Symbolic and simple. Unassuming, unpretentious, unbearably kind. The last thing one can eat before they cannot stand food at all. The first thing one considers when hunger returns. It requires almost no attention on the part of the person offering it, and is, for many people, the stuff life is made of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susan Wiegand, &lt;em&gt;Cooking as Courtship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8835218054485343860?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8835218054485343860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8835218054485343860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8835218054485343860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8835218054485343860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/07/toast.html' title='Toast'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7013113920510040356</id><published>2009-07-01T17:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:12:27.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Events</title><content type='html'>October 2008: Started looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2008: Graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2009: Started subbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - May 2009: Scoured the internet for ESL jobs in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - April 2009: Applied for ESL jobs around Des Moines and Iowa City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, 2009: Got a call to interview at West in IC. Was shocked to get this interview and no others since I have more elementary experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8, 2009: Interviewed at West with 4 fantastic teachers/administrators. Wore my fabulous interview suit thanks to mom and dad. Slouched. Wondered, "Why did I just say that?" as I answered questions. Was told the hiring process should be wrapped up by next week. Told friends and family, "If I am offered this job, it's all God working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 14, 2009: Missed a call from the West administrator while subbing. Called her back and told her all the times my kids would be out of the room. Called her afterschool. Called Dexter. Called my dad to learn about what one does when one is offered a fancy grown-up job. Convinced myself that she might just have a follow-up questions or be polite enough to tell me the position had been filled. Felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 2009: Missed a call from the same West administrator while subbing in the same classroom. Breathed deeply and prayed I'd figure out what she wanted before the weekend. Called her back. Was offered the job. Tried not to pee my pants or seem to excited. Asked for the weekend to give her a final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15-18, 2009: Prayed like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18, 2009: Accepted the job. Thought, "Maybe we should move over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18-June 8, 2009: Thought about moving. Weighed rent vs. buy. Thought, "There is no way we would get approved for a mortgage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9, 2009: Realized most leases begin in less than 2 months and decided to act. Went to the bank to find out about mortgage possibilities. Almost started laughing when banker told us we were preapproved. Noticed banker seemed much more at ease after finding this out. Celebrated by taking Fitz to Dairy Queen. (We celebrate EVERYTHING with DQ this summer. Things like, "It's nice out," or "Yay, we're not at work anymore.") Drove around westside IC and looked at homes from the car window. Picked up fliers for homes and threw them in the backseat when we realized how much they were. Called about an FSBO condo. Saw it that day. It was beautiful, but didn't have a good place for puppy potties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14, 2009: Got a tip about an almost-on-the-market condo! Thanks, SV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 2009: Saw the condo. Wasn't big on the light pergo floors or the white painted cabinets. Wasn't big on it being much more expensive than others in the neighborhood. Realized it was actually a bargain since it was uncommonly large for the neighborhood. Thought, "What do we do?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16, 2009: Decided we needed a realtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18, 2009: Met realtor. Chose homes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 18-22, 2009: Nearly hyperventilated in anticipation of seeing houses. Saw them. Some were easily rejected. Was faced with the decision: like-it/cheaper/smaller vs. like-it/expensiver/bigger. Made an offer on Bigger. Spent the evening upstairs where our phones get reception waiting for a call. Realized at 9:45 that we'd missed a call at 8:30. Nearly hyperventilated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2009: Received counter offer. Was irritated. Calmed down. Made counter-counter offer. Received and accepted counter-counter-counter offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2009 - Present: Doubted decision. Didn't matter since acceptance was legally binding! Regained faith in decision. Repeat. Thought, "Something must be done about those white cabinets!" Thought, "Our lovely walkout basement will be so empty!" Thought, "DISHWASHER!" Thought, "My rug will look nice on the light pergo." Started pondering how to decorate in all my (mental) freetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Inspection and radon test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7013113920510040356?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7013113920510040356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7013113920510040356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7013113920510040356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7013113920510040356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/07/recent-events.html' title='Recent Events'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2923059120258414996</id><published>2009-05-28T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:47:13.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedal for Nepal</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has an uncle riding RAGBRAI for a good cause. "Uncle John" and his two friends are raising money for the Nepal Home for Children, a Christian missionary organization that provides vocational training for children in Nepal. They hope to find 2,000 people to donate a penny per mile ($.01 x 500 = $5) so that they can raise a total of $10,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in giving and/or praying, here is a &lt;a href="http://cramer5.markupfactory.com/pedal-for-nepal-"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to my friend's blog where you can find more information. Here's the &lt;a href="http://pedalfornepal.org/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the actual site of Pedal for Nepal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2923059120258414996?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2923059120258414996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2923059120258414996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2923059120258414996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2923059120258414996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedal-for-nepal.html' title='Pedal for Nepal'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3630838796074100230</id><published>2009-05-27T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:07:56.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>Dexter and I have decided to try to make "dating" a bigger priority in our marriage. Otherwise, we end up feeling like we're living together out of convenience and we forget how much we like each other. However, there's always the challenge of what to do, and I'm looking for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dexter, a date is going out somewhere--to a restaurant, a movie, a bookstore. To me, a date could be going out, but it could be snacks and a movie or board game at home as long as it's time set aside to spend together for fun. To me, a date could also be cooking a meal together at home. For Dexter, that is pretty boring for a date, although he's happy to cut or stir things on the stove (knives and fire--the manly parts) to help me with dinner on a normal night. I think part of the turn-off for him is that it leaves a mess in our dishwasherless kitchen that I might want to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our typical dates are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.redbox.com/"&gt;Redbox &lt;/a&gt;and popcorn, fancy cheese, wine, or other good snacks&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat out (I have banned things like Village Inn from being "dates" because we always get eggs and pancakes--so the food is really cheap to make at home and it doesn't feel like a date to go there)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go shopping, usually to Target (this is not such a great idea because I think Dexter gets bored and it also might result in buying things just for the sake of calling it "shopping")&lt;br /&gt;4. Dairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you and your man-of-choice have different ideas of what constitutes a date? What are your favorites and what are his? I'm looking for low-budget ideas as well as things that cost a little more to do every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3630838796074100230?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3630838796074100230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3630838796074100230' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3630838796074100230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3630838796074100230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating-game.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6196733318559772700</id><published>2009-05-27T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:32:36.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Dinner!</title><content type='html'>When I suggested foregoing the &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/recipes/breakfast-recipes/peanut-butter-chocolate-stuffed-french-toast-with-jam-syrup/article.html"&gt;peanutbutter-chocolate stuffed french toast&lt;/a&gt; that was on the meal schedule for last night so that we could make strawberry-rhubarb crisp for dessert, I just about had a mutiny on my hands. And the mutineers had a point--it was pretty good. You do need a tall glass of milk/tea/something else to go along with it, otherwise you may choke every few bites because your esophogas is coated in peanutbutter. We didn't make the jam syrup because I'm not a fruit-chocolate person (except about &lt;a href="http://www.queenannecandy.com/cordialcherries.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;), we left off the whip, and used smashed up full sized chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me most about dinner, however, was how good the "&lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/recipes/breakfast-recipes/good-for-you-huevos-rancheros/article.html"&gt;good-for-you huevos rancheros&lt;/a&gt;" were. Depending on how crisp you get your tortillas (the crispness of mine was determined by how many other things I was doing at the time that each particular tortilla was on the pan), you can eat it like a taco or like you're eating the plate your meal came on. I think we probably put on more cheese than the recipe called for, but we didn't use sour cream, so I think it was still pretty healthy. I didn't make the salsa from scratch like the recipe said because I was tired and because I bought a large vat of salsa the other day that I need to use up before it goes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what our huevos rancheros looked like--not as pretty as Rachael's, but this is actually food and not food-photo props. (Seriously, my cooked canned black beans never look shiny and cute. Maybe it's because I overcook them or because I bought them at ALDI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sh2iFZbOWYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Q2_sQXllEjY/s1600-h/huevos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340602946739394946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sh2iFZbOWYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Q2_sQXllEjY/s400/huevos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6196733318559772700?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6196733318559772700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6196733318559772700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6196733318559772700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6196733318559772700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/delicious-dinner_27.html' title='Delicious Dinner!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sh2iFZbOWYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Q2_sQXllEjY/s72-c/huevos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6460242368326536763</id><published>2009-05-22T16:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:19:52.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal Planning Wednedsay (except today is Friday)</title><content type='html'>Since I graduated, I've been doing a really bad job of meal planning. This has resulted in too many trips to the store, too much money spent, too much eating out, too much convenience food, and too little nutrition. We joined a CSA with another couple, and since I'll need to plan meals that include whatever comes in my box each week. I follow this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgjunkie.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338772973037544146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Shchu6Jb4tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OZ4o83LOW9U/s200/mpm8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and every Monday, or Sunday night, she posts her meal plan for the week and uses a widget (am I using that word correctly) so that her readers can upload links to their own blogs. So, her website is a source of about 300 (or more) meal plans every week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We get our box from the CSA on Wednesday nights, and since grocery ads come out on Wednesdays, I decided that I'll be participating in Menu Planning Wednesday throughout the summer. This was my first week, and this is what I came up with. I'm not planning to post all the recipes, but if something looks interesting, let me know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday: Stir-fry bok choi (from CSA), carrots, onion, edamame, soba noodles; canned pineapple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday: Boca burgers, salad (lettuce from CSA) with homemade vegetarian caesar dressing (no anchovies), beer bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday: Eating on the road on the way to Des Moines--probably Subway or PB&amp;amp;honey sandwiches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday: Tofu nuggets, scalloped potatoes, salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday: Peanutbutter-chocolate stuffed french toast, eggs, fruit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday: Leftovers OR if there aren't enough, we'll make what I planned for Saturday before I knew we were leaving (a healthified version of huevos rancheros, iced raisin biscuits, and a veggie purchased from the farmer's market)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're also making yogurt in the crockpot for breakfast, "healthy" oatmeal cookies for snacks, and some quinoa and black bean salad for lunches. &lt;/p&gt;Did I mention that my little sister is staying with us for a few weeks and she does dishes?  That's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6460242368326536763?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6460242368326536763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6460242368326536763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6460242368326536763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6460242368326536763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/meal-planning-wednedsay-except-today-is.html' title='Meal Planning Wednedsay (except today is Friday)'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Shchu6Jb4tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OZ4o83LOW9U/s72-c/mpm8-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6915147021960203286</id><published>2009-05-14T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:51:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who likes carob chips? Fitz likes carob chips.</title><content type='html'>Fitz ate the bag of carob chips off the counter today.  I think there were two pounds in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter took him on a walk.  Fitz pooped.  Dexter tells me it was like Hershey's syrup.  My apologies to the person whose yard that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He pooped between the sidewalk and the street. I searched for the name of the term for that area and found that many other people wonder what it is called and that no one knows.  "Tree lawn," "inferno strip," and "verge" are possibilities from an "urban dictionary.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitz also just puked up his dog food on the carpet as I researched the name for the section of grass.  I apologize to queasy readers.  At least this is a picture-free post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6915147021960203286?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6915147021960203286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6915147021960203286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6915147021960203286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6915147021960203286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-likes-carob-chips-fitz-likes-carob.html' title='Who likes carob chips? Fitz likes carob chips.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4209336708440077577</id><published>2009-05-11T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:29:41.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boy, Fitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sgiz0bEG0nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6SNmBHWB_O4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334711471819903602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sgiz0bEG0nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6SNmBHWB_O4/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've finally realized that it isn't just that Fitz is too naughty or too stupid to use his dog bed. It's just that we haven't put it in the right spot before. Look at what a good boy he is on his bed in front of the sliding glass doors, keeping an eye on the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4209336708440077577?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4209336708440077577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4209336708440077577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4209336708440077577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4209336708440077577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-boy-fitz.html' title='Good Boy, Fitz'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sgiz0bEG0nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6SNmBHWB_O4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2849330453017779939</id><published>2009-05-11T17:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:19:03.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Chocolate OR Carob &lt; Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgizAqdK3BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-R7vlOo9Sxc/s1600-h/carob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334710582598360082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgizAqdK3BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-R7vlOo9Sxc/s400/carob.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago I read an article in &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/"&gt;Relevant Magazine&lt;/a&gt; about things we buy without realizing how they affect others in the world. One of those things is chocolate. About 70% of the chocolate grown in the world is grown in Western Africa, and 40% of that is grown in just one country, Ivory Coast. Working conditions on these plantations are awful, and most families are so poverty-stricken that their children are pulled from school (if they could have afforded school) and made to work on chocolate plantations. Children even younger than 10 years old wield machetes and cover fields in pesticides. You can read more about this issue &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2008/01/24/news/international/chocolate_bittersweet.fortune/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Note that our own senator, Tom Harkin, regardless of whether you agree with most of his policies, is one of two senators spearheading legislation to reduce and eliminate the child labor on chocolate plantations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate, but I value human rights. I can't watch CSI or other crime shows if they have to do with children being mistreated because then that's all I can think about for days and it makes me sick. So, how can I go on eating chocolate that has been harvested by a starving West African child? I know that my not buying that chocolate won't solve the problem entirely. I can't rebuild a war torn nation's economy by boycotting its exports. I can, however, show my financial support for the type of labor I want to continue so that current conditions don't last into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the flimsy decision not to buy chocolate unless it had been fairly traded and harvested without child labor. However, because of labelling laws, it can be difficult to discern where the chocolate comes from. New Pi sells &lt;a href="http://www.guittard.com/index.html"&gt;Guittard &lt;/a&gt;semi-sweet mini chocolate chips in bulk, but I can't get a straightforward answer from the website about whether children harvested the chocolate or if it was fairly traded. They seem like an upstanding company and purchase their chocolate from a variety of places, but I want to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought one way to solve my chocolate dilemma would be to buy carob chips, sold in bulk next to the chocolate chips at New Pi. I had a dessert in mind, so I bought a lot. Tonight, I decided to make chocolate chip cookies to try out the carob chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carob chips didn't make it into the cookies. Thank goodness the cookies will be edible. The chips might have been okay if I hadn't been expecting something that tasted like chocolate. They tasted a little like dark chocolate, but in the grossest way possible. These are no longer a part of the solution for me. My cookies now contain Hershey's chocolate chips. They were my brand of choice before I discovered the slavery issue because they are cruelty-free in respect to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know about this chocolate dilemma before? If not, do you think it will change your buying habits? If so, do you have a new go-to brand that is easily accessible and doesn't break the bank? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, do you want a pound or two of carob chips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2849330453017779939?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2849330453017779939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2849330453017779939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2849330453017779939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2849330453017779939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/blood-chocolate-or-carob-chocolate.html' title='Blood Chocolate OR Carob &lt; Chocolate'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgizAqdK3BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-R7vlOo9Sxc/s72-c/carob.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-593449669447819140</id><published>2009-05-06T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:46:50.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My day, which was a happy one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgI8xkFZ8nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/268St00D9jA/s1600-h/fitzkong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332891730957693554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgI8xkFZ8nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/268St00D9jA/s400/fitzkong.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept through the night despite my cough thanks to Tylenol PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Listened to my puppy chew on his rope in bed for 15 minutes before I was supposed to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a sub job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Talked to coworkers about their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dexter gave me a delicious cookie from the cookie shop at the mall when I got home (and I was sooo hungry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dexter cleaned the bathroom (without being asked or mentioning it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dexter did the dishes (without being asked or mentioning it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fitz graduated from Puppy Obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fitz got a giant special Kong as a graduation present from Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Went to DQ (I got a chocolate cone dipped in sprinkles) and ate on a picnic table by the river with my husband and my puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Fitz got to eat the giant milk bone from the trainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fitz's daddy shared the last drips of his blizzard with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Fitz tried out the new Kong and it's a hit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-593449669447819140?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/593449669447819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=593449669447819140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/593449669447819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/593449669447819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day-which-was-happy-one.html' title='My day, which was a happy one'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SgI8xkFZ8nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/268St00D9jA/s72-c/fitzkong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2219298438620770441</id><published>2009-04-29T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:44:45.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes and triumphs with Rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7DKfY-qfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s6c3moKsccY/s1600-h/din-new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322906394590882290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7DKfY-qfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s6c3moKsccY/s400/din-new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, I was so proud that I made &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/recipes/salad-vegetable-recipes/polenta-with-kale-and-portobello-mushrooms/article.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;recipe from Rachael Ray. It was her show 30 Minute Meals that got me interested in cooking--there was none of that "magic" like on other shows where they throw some veggies in a pot and open up a different pot and there's a meal. I even got a subscription to her magazine for Christmas last year. This recipe has polenta, which is Italian so it's fancy. It has kale, so it's healthy. And it has cheese, so it must be tasty, right? Unfortunately, I was not so impressed with the recipe. First, I oversalted the polenta. Second, I used white hominy grits (grits are the same things as polenta, just with a less fancy culture attached--it must be true because &lt;a href="http://www.altonbrown.com/"&gt;AB &lt;/a&gt;told me) instead of yellow, which made it kind of look like spinach on grey barf. I also couldn't taste the "white sauce" that made up the layer between the kale and the cheese. I dreaded eating the leftover so much that I left it in the fridge until Thursday night. It looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7EkUro52I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_BR4z3g6Lls/s1600-h/din-moldy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322907937904584546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7EkUro52I/AAAAAAAAAM4/_BR4z3g6Lls/s200/din-moldy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;I made the picture small so it's less gross.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't want to give RR a bad rap though. So, here's a link to her &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/recipes/salad-vegetable-recipes/garlicky-bean-enchiladas/article.html"&gt;garlicky bean enchilada recipe&lt;/a&gt; that I love and use a lot. I modify it, not because it's bad otherwise, but because the first several times I made it I didn't read it closely and I'm used to making it my way now. &lt;/p&gt;We also made this delicious dinner a while ago after I learned about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jicama"&gt;jicama&lt;/a&gt; during a &lt;a href="http://www.idph.state.ia.us/pickabettersnack/"&gt;"Pick a Better Snack"&lt;/a&gt; presentation at a school where I subbed.  The carrot-jicama salad and burrito filling are inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelray.com/recipe.php?recipe_id=2152"&gt;this RR recipe&lt;/a&gt;.  The &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Black-Bean-and-Couscous-Salad/Detail.aspx"&gt;couscous and black bean salad&lt;/a&gt; is from allrecipes.com.  I love to make it with quinoa as well.  Dexter wouldn't eat the jicama salad because he was freaked out by the existance of this apple-potato-food, but the black bean salad is his favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7GS7UEuhI/AAAAAAAAANA/MldUdv6lvKc/s1600-h/din-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322909838060337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7GS7UEuhI/AAAAAAAAANA/MldUdv6lvKc/s400/din-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2219298438620770441?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2219298438620770441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2219298438620770441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2219298438620770441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2219298438620770441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/mistakes-and-triumphs-with-rachael.html' title='Mistakes and triumphs with Rachael'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd7DKfY-qfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/s6c3moKsccY/s72-c/din-new.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2394147733926789223</id><published>2009-04-16T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:50:14.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Ec Sparknotes: Edition #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd63oZZl3YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6Eeiqyr2T2I/s1600-h/libbooks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322893714239380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd63oZZl3YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6Eeiqyr2T2I/s400/libbooks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a little addiction to "self-help" books. Whether it's getting organized, becoming more productive, or eating healthier, I just have to know what this "expert" thinks I should know about becoming a better me. Thankfully, I'm not at all driven to read every word of each book or to implement all the ideas. I skim and then usually put the information I find into one of two categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category #1: I already knew that. Doesn't everybody?&lt;br /&gt;Category #2: That's a stupid idea. Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a self-help writer, I'm sorry to make light of your work, but usually, these are the categories that most of the information in these books fall under. However, once in a while, I do file information under Category #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category #3: That's a really good idea. I wish I would have realized that earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's pride or good judgement that keeps Category #3 sparse, but that's the way it goes. I tend to do a lot of this skimming at a table in the library and leave books there that seem, upon further inspection, to have no hope of containing #3 information. The stack of books pictured above did not go through this pre-inspection before leaving the library. I thought I'd share my findings with you in case one of these books pops up in your catalog search at the &lt;a href="http://www.icpl.org/"&gt;ICPL&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Organizing Idea Book&lt;/em&gt; by John Loecke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book contains some #2 with photos of "organized" spaces that still look cluttered to me. Or, more often, the organizational ideas were pricey and would work much better in a beautiful, well-designed mansion. I live in a duplex with shallow pantry shelves, so I did not find many of these ideas applicable. The pictures are fabulous and could probably get your imagination going on variations that would work for your home and budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get Crafty &lt;/em&gt;by Jean Railla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated the "quiz" at the front of this book that helps you decide what kind of crafting to get into. Because I said I like to read books in a sitting, it recommended I do short-term projects like cooking. Lots of the questions pointed to cooking, which might suggest that the quiz paints a precise picture and gives good suggestions. However, because I like math and being dirty, it suggested gardening. If you saw my garden last summer, you would know that this is not an area in which I will likely experience success. This had a few cute ideas, but more commentary than I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Organizing for the Creative Person&lt;/em&gt; by Lehmkuhl and Lamping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out this book for Dexter, who resists all organization projects relating to his desk. I hesitate to call it a work area, because the other day I couldn't find his keyboard under all the crap (his and mine) on the desk. I was disappointed with the content. The key message was, "You're creative! That's great! Maybe you're disorganized. That's just part of your right-brainedness and it's okay. But if it's screwing you up, here's stuff that organized left-brained people do to keep it together." So, I didn't find any great creative-person-specific tips within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Throw It Out: Recycle, Renew, Reuse to Make Things Last&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I owned my own home, this would be a great reference book. It includes information on how to clean things or fix things that you might think were broken or inefficient. I didn't find anything that pertained to me currently, but I kept running across things where I thought, "I'm never going to remember this, but I bet I'll want to know that someday." This might be a good reference book to check out when something goes wrong with an appliance or you're doing spring cleaning. Or, maybe it would be good to buy to have around for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen R. Covey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table of contents was not very conducive to skimming. I think this book is geared toward "reading" and possibly even tries to make skimming impossible. There are subject headings and chapter titles, but all I could read was "positivity, goals, blah, blah, stuff, blah." Maybe I need to try again when I grow up a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally Organized&lt;/em&gt; by Bonnie McCullough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skim-friendly! It only took me about half an hour to get through this one, and although she didn't give any specific advice that I applied, I did think of a new way to organize my files while I was reading it. It's also more family-oriented than it is poor-recent-graduates-with-no-kids-oriented, so you might find more things applicable. It was also written in the 80s, so it could use a revision. Maybe replace phone-time-management with inbox-clutter-control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feed Your Family for $12.00 a Day&lt;/em&gt; by Rhonda Barfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barfield offers meals that seem fairly balanced and buys plenty of fresh fruit and veggies. She also makes deals with local produce salesman to buy boxes full of slighly damaged produce for $2. Some of the things she does just aren't practical unless you are willing to be a little obnoxious about finding a good deal, but she does have a big recipe section where I've marked several pages. I would have liked it even better if I still ate meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Starving Artist's Way&lt;/em&gt; by Nava Lubelski&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad attitude about this book before I opened it up. If you're truly living like a "starving artist," sacrificing your self for your art in a desperate yet arrogant way, isn't it selling out to write a book about how to do cool starving artist stuff? Either way, I was pleasantly surprised. Did you know that some grocery stores sell &lt;a href="http://www.foodservicedirect.com/index.cfm/S/435/CLID/2293/Canned_Octopus.htm"&gt;canned octopus&lt;/a&gt;? Well, if you need a recipe to use some up, you can find it here. It has a great table of contents, so it's good for skimming. It's got sections for recipes, home decor, wearables, cosmetics, events, and gifts. Some of the ideas are kind of stupid and tacky or probably too expensive for a "starving" person to pull off, but some of the ideas are cute, creative, and unique. It could use a few more pictures for partly-arty people like me who have a really hard time picturing how to do things or how things look from descriptions. There are also lots of references to famous artists in the book--one for every project I think--so if you want to have some good art trivia and to obtain it in a way that's more fun than an art history book, this may be your source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2394147733926789223?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2394147733926789223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2394147733926789223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2394147733926789223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2394147733926789223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-ec-sparknotes-edition-1_16.html' title='Home Ec Sparknotes: Edition #1'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd63oZZl3YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6Eeiqyr2T2I/s72-c/libbooks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4895083808585786268</id><published>2009-04-10T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:42:45.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blitz It Friday: After</title><content type='html'>This is the list of things to do for my &lt;a href="http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blitz-it-friday.html"&gt;blitz&lt;/a&gt; that I made while eating breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash comforter (Fitz...ahem...dirtied it last week)&lt;br /&gt;2. Clear and wipe kitchen table (glad I did this early on--helped me when I folded my towels and set out my ziplock/gladware containers to group before putting away)&lt;br /&gt;3. Put away clean dishes&lt;br /&gt;4. Do dirty dishes&lt;br /&gt;5. Take recycling to garage&lt;br /&gt;6. Clear off and wipe down counters&lt;br /&gt;7. Pick up living room&lt;br /&gt;8. Fold towels and put away&lt;br /&gt;9. Put comforter in dryer&lt;br /&gt;10. Vacuum/sweep/mop&lt;br /&gt;11. Dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9kuHoWWaI/AAAAAAAAANo/chA2dhIBG7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323084028060260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9kuHoWWaI/AAAAAAAAANo/chA2dhIBG7Y/s200/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9lJqoDhdI/AAAAAAAAANw/7kKj7TX2xsM/s1600-h/IMG_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323084501310735826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9lJqoDhdI/AAAAAAAAANw/7kKj7TX2xsM/s200/IMG_2539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the list mostly in this order. I was glad I had it since after the first few tasks I looked around and started to get that overwhelmed, "What now?" feeling. The timer went off as I folded the towels. I didn't put away one towel that goes upstairs, and I didn't get to floors or dusting. However, now I am ready to clean since all the picking up is done. I do still have some books out on the couch. I have a $120 fine to pay if I don't return two of them to the university, so they need to be in sight. I need to finish "reviewing" the others for a future post and take them back to the library. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't post an "after" picture of the piano because blogger kept flipping the image. There's a picture of Levi, an antique camera, our wedding album, and a piece of our coffee table that we broke off that still need to be put away. But, that will be easier when we move our beautiful Ikea shelf downstairs to join the living room furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible projects for the rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean out coat closet (which has a very nice, half-empty shoe rack on the door and paint supplies and shoes all over the floor)&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish cabinet reorganization project (resulted in a few very organized cabinets and on set with a bunch of random crap piled up)&lt;br /&gt;3. Reorganize pantry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizing supplies that might help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A basket for Fitz's leashes, treats, and kong&lt;br /&gt;2. A sturdy container for Fitz's toys that he can reach and that isn't too ugly&lt;br /&gt;3. Spice organizing device (probably won't get this soon--I've been debating about what kind to get and how much to spend for a long time--any suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4895083808585786268?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4895083808585786268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4895083808585786268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4895083808585786268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4895083808585786268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blitz-it-friday-after.html' title='Blitz It Friday: After'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9kuHoWWaI/AAAAAAAAANo/chA2dhIBG7Y/s72-c/IMG_2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2826406415345745855</id><published>2009-04-10T08:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:51:19.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blitz It Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://organizedeveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323054639142542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9J_dYWHII/AAAAAAAAANI/A9iAfeUegl8/s400/blitz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on an organizing kick lately. It would be a lot easier if I was a neat and tidy person anyway, but I'm not. So, before I organize, I always have to pick up the house. One way I used to trick Dexter into helping me was to set a timer for 15 minutes and told him we only had to clean that long. Then, when it went off, I'd finish up a few odds and ends and he'd feel guilty quitting. That wasn't really intentional on my part, that's just how it always turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this &lt;a href="http://organizedeveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;the other day that takes it up a notch. She calls the "cleaning time" a "blitz" and does it for 1 hour. I have the day completely off today, which hasn't happened in a long time. We're having Easter at our house on Sunday, and today is my main preparation day since I'll be making a trip to Des Moines tomorrow to have my sister-in-law-in-law-to-be cut and color my hair. I've decided to kickstart the day with a "blitz." My goal is to get the living room and kitchen completely picked up. They're not too bad, so if I really work I might get floors clean and pianos dusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the before pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9NI3OJL2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/p-Kx7RWQxbU/s1600-h/blitz+before+4-10+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323058099232780130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9NI3OJL2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/p-Kx7RWQxbU/s200/blitz+before+4-10+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9NfVDAtiI/AAAAAAAAANY/02z8EGRtW1M/s1600-h/blitz+before+4-10+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323058485196273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9NfVDAtiI/AAAAAAAAANY/02z8EGRtW1M/s200/blitz+before+4-10+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9N2b2pHbI/AAAAAAAAANg/9tqwKs0wwBw/s1600-h/blitz+before+4-10+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323058882160434610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9N2b2pHbI/AAAAAAAAANg/9tqwKs0wwBw/s200/blitz+before+4-10+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take dog outside.&lt;br /&gt;3. Set timer and start cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2826406415345745855?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2826406415345745855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2826406415345745855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2826406415345745855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2826406415345745855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/blitz-it-friday.html' title='Blitz It Friday'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd9J_dYWHII/AAAAAAAAANI/A9iAfeUegl8/s72-c/blitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-1733445438491615968</id><published>2009-04-09T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:03:42.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitz's First Outing to the Dog Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although we've had Fitz's dog park tag for several weeks, we hadn't gotten up the courage to go until today. I was afraid that Fitz would eat the other dogs or that the other dogs would eat Fitz or that he wouldn't come to me if he was being bad or that he'd do some other naughty dog thing that I haven't even thought of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter and I both had some free time in the middle of the day today, and I persuaded Dexter to go. I put on the tennis shoes that Fitz had chewed on in case of an foot-poop incident, we armed ourselves with leftover hot dog pieces to give him incentive to come when called, grabbed his water dish, and away we drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid to let him off the leash once in the park, and the raised fur on his back didn't encourage me to let him go either. Some people on a bench realized we were newbies and told us some soothing things to help us chill out about letting him go. Fitz was a little calmer, and I was afraid he was raising his fur because he felt like he was at a disadvantage because he was on a leash, so we took the fateful step and unclipped the leash. The first few moments were a little nervewracking as the group of dogs sniffed and growled, but soon they were running around and being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He ran,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6yHoA3wII/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzas2fF-UO4/s1600-h/dp-run.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322887653668405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6yHoA3wII/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzas2fF-UO4/s320/dp-run.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he sat and showed off the dirt on his tongue,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6yuo6Z7VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uanLejP3EHo/s1600-h/dp-sit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322888323924618578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6yuo6Z7VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uanLejP3EHo/s320/dp-sit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he chased birds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322888673430917570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6zC-7M0cI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xJTBycjSNg8/s320/dp-bird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6zfeg28EI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1wd5CkmGr7A/s1600-h/dp-silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and when he was pooped, he plopped contently down in the sand.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6z7menGkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R304tLW1kgQ/s1600-h/dp-silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322889646121097794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6z7menGkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R304tLW1kgQ/s320/dp-silly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's been doing a lot of snuggling and curling up the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Fitz and his mommy and daddy like the dog park! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd60hf3uYkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EA4365nODJA/s1600-h/dp-home+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890297182413378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd60hf3uYkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EA4365nODJA/s320/dp-home+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-1733445438491615968?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/1733445438491615968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=1733445438491615968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/1733445438491615968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/1733445438491615968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/04/fitzs-first-outing-to-dog-park.html' title='Fitz&apos;s First Outing to the Dog Park'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6yHoA3wII/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzas2fF-UO4/s72-c/dp-run.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4230808910540772994</id><published>2009-03-28T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:41:31.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatuation or Flagellation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sc4nwLYwTzI/AAAAAAAAALg/d2q1eSrVN18/s1600-h/8in_whoopie_cushion_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318231918614957874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sc4nwLYwTzI/AAAAAAAAALg/d2q1eSrVN18/s200/8in_whoopie_cushion_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was in seventh grade, the ELP teacher came into our class to recommend some books to us. He read a few excerpts aloud to get us hooked. In one book, he came across the word "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flagellation"&gt;flagellation&lt;/a&gt;." Giggles erupted across the room. Seventh grade boys may not know many four syllable words, but "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flatulation"&gt;flatulation&lt;/a&gt;" is one of them, and its auditory resemblence to "flagellation" was just too much to handle. Since then, the two words have always connected themselves in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, when I was flipping through an issue of &lt;em&gt;Everyday with Rachael Ray&lt;/em&gt;, I came across an amusing and possibly helpful tidbit I thought I'd share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yep, we're going there. Look, the truth is, some of our favorite foods have gassy side effects. Add these natural remedies to the pot, and you'll save your butt.&lt;/p&gt;Toss a handful of capers into tomato sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add caraway seeds to sauerkraut and coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil fresh bay leaves with grains and dried beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season broccoli and brussels sprouts with fresh chives."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4230808910540772994?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4230808910540772994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4230808910540772994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4230808910540772994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4230808910540772994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/flatuation-or-flagellation.html' title='Flatuation or Flagellation?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sc4nwLYwTzI/AAAAAAAAALg/d2q1eSrVN18/s72-c/8in_whoopie_cushion_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7328939661852154543</id><published>2009-03-20T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:16:55.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second-hand Cooking Magazines</title><content type='html'>I've just finished going through about a year's worth of Rachael Ray magazines, rereading them and cutting out the vegetarian recipes I wanted to try. I feel bad just throwing them away since there's so much meat left to them, excuse the pun, so if you'd like to look through some picked over RR recipes, let me know. Pretty soon, I'll also have some Taste of Home Simple and Delicious magazines that will still have some good recipes left in them, if you're interested in those as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7328939661852154543?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7328939661852154543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7328939661852154543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7328939661852154543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7328939661852154543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/second-hand-cooking-magazines.html' title='Second-hand Cooking Magazines'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4743467737327206167</id><published>2009-03-18T10:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:33:09.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Mansfield Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6vNASIuPI/AAAAAAAAALw/WumH4mw2Z4w/s1600-h/rdglist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322884447547734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6vNASIuPI/AAAAAAAAALw/WumH4mw2Z4w/s400/rdglist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My reading list from the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://thingsidothinkwearseelovedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;b.a.&lt;/a&gt; for the idea to share it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to two nice naps with Fitz, I finished &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austen a few weeks ago. I had read it before, sometime in high school or at the beginning of college, and I hated it. The premise is that Fanny Price goes to live with a rich uncle when she is nine years old because her own family is so poor. She is ignored and mistreated most of the time, but has a kind cousin, Edmund, who cares about her feelings and gives her good advice. She loves Edmund, but since he only thinks of a sister, she is his confidante when he falls in love with seemingly sweet Miss Crawford. She waits and waits in pain until the end which ends like a romance should. I always wondered why Jane Austen would have created such a weak-willed, pathetic heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a knack for forgetting most of the details and part of the plot of any story I read or movie I watch. This is a little unfortunate since I love reading so much, but it works out nicely when I want to read a book and can't get to the library or bookstore. We got &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; on Netflix, because my nice husband lets me put movies I want to watch on the subscription he got for Christmas. It had lots of "scandalous" insinuations that I was sure weren't present in the book, but despite the parts I suspected weren't true, I enjoyed the movie. I decided to give the book antoher whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't the fastest moving, most romantic love story in the world, there were a few things I liked about it. First, it was realistic. There was no unlikely match between a rich older man and a poor younger woman--just two like-minded people who are in love. And one of those people wasted time liking someone else because he let her flashy exterior distract him from her selfish heart. People aren't perfect, and even the main characters that you root for throughout this book are imperfect. Second, the book ended with repentence from some of the characters. Edmund repented of his interest in Miss Crawford and Sir Thomas Bertram (Edmund's father) repented of the way he had treated Fanny and the way he had raised his children. Beyond repentence, Sir Thomas went forward and did good, inviting Fanny's younger sister to live with them and be provided for. Lastly, I could see why Fanny was so timid this time around, and had compassion on her in her anxiety rather than disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0178737/"&gt;this version&lt;/a&gt; is entertaining, although it is not terribly thorough and adds some unnecessary (ie: not in the book) sexual undertones. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0847182/"&gt;This version&lt;/a&gt;, with Billie Piper, made for Masterpiece on PBS looks like it will have more undertones and be even less accurate. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085052/"&gt;This mini-series version&lt;/a&gt; is on my Netflix instant queue, and I've watched four of the six episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any book-to-movie combinations you love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4743467737327206167?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4743467737327206167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4743467737327206167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4743467737327206167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4743467737327206167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/mansfield-park.html' title='Mansfield Park'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sd6vNASIuPI/AAAAAAAAALw/WumH4mw2Z4w/s72-c/rdglist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3191636003670186716</id><published>2009-03-10T08:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:38:08.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><title type='text'>Update on my goals</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I wrote about &lt;a href="http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/goals.html"&gt;some goals I wanted to set&lt;/a&gt;. My motivation to get each room in order and painted was to tell myself I could get a dog when it was done. Now, I have a dog! So, one might think that my house was clean and my walls were blue, green, and tan. Unfortunately, that's not entirely true. We haven't painted at all since my last post, and I haven't met my goals each day, even recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I realized when using a dog as a motivator, I made a mistake. "I can get a dog," doesn't keep my house clean. "I have a dog," does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things we've learned the hard way to keep out of reach:&lt;br /&gt;-Dexter's underwear&lt;br /&gt;-Dexter's undershirts&lt;br /&gt;-Pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;-Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;-Bras (these are filched from on top of the dresser--they're a great chew toy and worth the effort to get)&lt;br /&gt;-Plastic cups&lt;br /&gt;-Travel mugs&lt;br /&gt;-Pens&lt;br /&gt;-Make-up brushes&lt;br /&gt;-Lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;-Empty food wrappers&lt;br /&gt;-Empty tupperware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we DO try to leave on the floor as a distraction while we're gone is Fitz's &lt;a href="http://www.kongcompany.com/worlds_best.html"&gt;kong&lt;/a&gt;. This toy is great because it's durable, and you can stuff whatever treats your dog likes best inside. At first, Fitz wasn't very good at getting the fillings out, so he'd lose interest. Then, he got better and was persistent for a really long time. Now, he's really good at getting out the big treats we've been jamming inside, so I think we're going to have to switch to filling it with peanutbutter and smashed treats to make it a little more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have improved as a result of setting my goals, however. I (usually) don't wait as long to do the dishes, and I at least have to have few enough dirty dishes to keep out of reach down in the sink. I'm even better about picking things up off the floor and wiping surfaces off since when I cook I always have a wet-nosed helper nearby. I definitely put my clothes in the hamper or closet, especially clothes I want to wear ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/ScEFiP2p9zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8htLgt7gzPw/s1600-h/sleeping+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535121203361586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/ScEFiP2p9zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8htLgt7gzPw/s320/sleeping+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've even started making my bed every day because it's one of Fitz's favorite relaxing spots, and I think that between the sheets is definitely one place I want to avoid massive amounts of puppy hair. Keriann helped me meet my goal of getting each room unpacked and picked up. She coached me as I unpacked in our office, which ended up only taking an hour and a half. If I had known it would be that quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do lots of little organization projects around the house so that staying picked up is easier.  And so our closet doesn't look like this:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/ScEGTcu_E-I/AAAAAAAAALY/eVLjnZt29ys/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535966474441698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/ScEGTcu_E-I/AAAAAAAAALY/eVLjnZt29ys/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Post (and follow!) a weekly cleaning list.&lt;br /&gt;3. Paint the rest of the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3191636003670186716?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3191636003670186716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3191636003670186716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3191636003670186716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3191636003670186716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-my-goals.html' title='Update on my goals'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/ScEFiP2p9zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8htLgt7gzPw/s72-c/sleeping+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4091297516425413771</id><published>2009-03-06T16:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:21:18.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitz'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>For lots of picture of our first day with Fitz, view our Picasa album &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kjacobs729/FitzwilliamJacobs#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just killed a spider for us, and obeyed us when we told him to spit it out, so he's definitely a keeper. He's also house trained and hasn't chewed anything up at all! What a good boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4091297516425413771?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4091297516425413771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4091297516425413771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4091297516425413771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4091297516425413771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-441341131949625247</id><published>2009-03-04T19:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:21:34.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitz'/><title type='text'>Our Evening with Fitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8pqvD6pYI/AAAAAAAAACc/eeCbsxk_RGs/s1600-h/family+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309508299857241474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8pqvD6pYI/AAAAAAAAACc/eeCbsxk_RGs/s400/family+photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Aunt Keriann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gustav = Fitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a long and painful deliberation, we finally came to the decision that our new puppy's name is Fitzwilliam. Colonel Fitzwilliam is a minor character from &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; that we both really like, and Fitzwilliam is Mr. Darcy's first name. We also think Fitz sounds a little bit Irish, and he's got reddish hair. We actually liked Gustav pretty well, but we wanted him to have a name from his new mom and dad and a name that was often used in Scandinavian royalty just didn't seem to fit his personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's been such a good boy all night! It will be interesting to see what he's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like once he gets more comfortable here. He loves looking out our sliding glass doors at what's happening in the back yard, and he didn't beg at the table at all during supper. He just laid on the floor like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8r9MUq6GI/AAAAAAAAACs/OeD_t-elqJE/s1600-h/sleepy+fitz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309510815973042274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8r9MUq6GI/AAAAAAAAACs/OeD_t-elqJE/s400/sleepy+fitz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, all we need is a tag with his name, and it will be official!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8rkNBoloI/AAAAAAAAACk/WMBLiaKBnIE/s1600-h/sleepy+fitz.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-441341131949625247?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/441341131949625247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=441341131949625247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/441341131949625247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/441341131949625247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-evening-with-fitz.html' title='Our Evening with Fitz'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa8pqvD6pYI/AAAAAAAAACc/eeCbsxk_RGs/s72-c/family+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4938286114223729802</id><published>2009-03-04T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:21:51.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitz'/><title type='text'>Puppy Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa7eVLz6vhI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Lwesx6REJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309425466245561874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa7eVLz6vhI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Lwesx6REJ0/s400/IMG_2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left the animal shelter last night, we went on a date at &lt;a href="http://foodguru.com/restaurants/graze.html"&gt;Graze&lt;/a&gt;, a restaurant on the ped mall in Iowa City. I had bought a $25 gift certificate to Graze on &lt;a href="http://www.restaurants.com/"&gt;Restaurants.com&lt;/a&gt; for $4, so it was a pretty decent deal. We had the Pesto Veggie Pizza, Spinach and Three Cheese, and the unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you are) named Half-Ass Ice Cream Pie. We were a little too distracted by the prospect of spending Wednesday night with Gustav to enjoy much time looking into each other's eyes, but that was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we picked up Keriann and went to PetCo, Gordman's, and Target to get our puppy supplies, which are shown above. (I'd noticed when I went to Gordman's last week looking for something else that they had a decent puppy section.) Some of our favorite purchases were the Bear Biscuits (which are apparently also fed to bears in zoos), blueberry, yogurt, and almond flavored bite-sized treats (which may taste a little too girly), and the "tire" frisbee. We read that he doesn't get super excited about toys when they're just laying around, but we saw him bring a tennis ball in from outside last night and heard he likes fetch, so we had to get tennis balls and some other toys too, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to pick him up today at 4:30, but still haven't decided on a name. Pictures of Gustav at home to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4938286114223729802?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4938286114223729802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4938286114223729802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4938286114223729802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4938286114223729802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/puppy-preparations.html' title='Puppy Preparations'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa7eVLz6vhI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Lwesx6REJ0/s72-c/IMG_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8493371806418063326</id><published>2009-03-03T17:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:22:06.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitz'/><title type='text'>Our Growing Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa308dJ9mVI/AAAAAAAAABo/BOS62tP0gY0/s1600-h/Gustav058126_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309168855195425106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa308dJ9mVI/AAAAAAAAABo/BOS62tP0gY0/s200/Gustav058126_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make assumptions. I'm not joining the "She's Having A Baby" club. However, we are adopting a son of the canine variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.icanimalcenter.org/indexa.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see photos of Gustav (who may receive a new name) who should be joining us at home tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8493371806418063326?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8493371806418063326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8493371806418063326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8493371806418063326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8493371806418063326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-growing-family.html' title='Our Growing Family'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/Sa308dJ9mVI/AAAAAAAAABo/BOS62tP0gY0/s72-c/Gustav058126_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2686316815318415462</id><published>2009-03-03T09:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:41:34.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>Are you planning on having a garage sale this spring? Or, do you have some items you'd like to sell at someone else's garage sale without the hassle of having your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter and I have a lot of things we want to get rid of that don't quite seem like Craigslist material, so we were thinking about having a garage sale.  I don't know that we have quite enough merchandise to make this worthwhile, though.  So, if you're interested in making this a project with me, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2686316815318415462?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2686316815318415462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2686316815318415462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2686316815318415462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2686316815318415462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/03/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7559535324477006410</id><published>2009-02-26T15:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:22:25.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Green Giant</title><content type='html'>We had a &lt;a href="http://www.capannacoffee.com/gelato"&gt;gelato &lt;/a&gt;order today, so I stayed at work longer than planned. I had to go to Walmart to get some frozen strawberries, so I thought I'd get something for lunch there. This was easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally avoid &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/pho-info-and-pho-ectomy-of-the-day/"&gt;PHOs&lt;/a&gt; in most things and &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/high-fructose-corn-syrup-hfcs/"&gt;HFCS&lt;/a&gt; in things that are supposed to be healthy (like bread, vegetable soups, ketchup) and have been known to gasp loudly whenever I come across a food that contains one of these ingredients, particularly if I wanted to buy it. I considered throwing a tantrum when I realized that ALL of HyVee's french toast sticks contained PHOs. (Did I need french toast sticks? No. Do I LOVE french toast sticks? YES.) Dexter and Keriann don't really like grocery shopping with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've realized that almost all low-priced canned soups contain HFCS (although I've only really looked at ones that don't contain meat broth). So, I skipped to the frozen foods aisle and found the Healthy Choice section. The meal I picked up had PHOs in it. So did a California Kitchen individual pizza. I'd finally settled on a potato/broccoli/cheese frozen dinner, but then I turned around and saw Green Giant's individual sized "Weight Control" mix. (I'm not super concerned about my weight, I just hoped this would indicate "healthy.") It was only $1.48, so I looked at the ingredients. Sugar snap peas, edamame, black beans, and carrots tossed in butter and salt. I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I microwaved it and eventually opened the package by pulling on the parts of it that said "pull." (My college degree which includes a reading specialization didn't serve me as I opened the package.) It was delicious! I felt healthy! I got 10 grams of fiber! I got 10 grams of protein! I felt satisfied when it was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I got a $.50 coupon &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/products/green-giant/whats-new.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that prepared foods aren't the most economical thing in the world, but I was happy to find something that would meet my last-minute food needs more cheaply and healthily than fast food. And I am really tired of peanutbutter sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rounded out my lunch with a Kashi bar (chocolate plus 5 more grams of fiber) and an apple (3-4 grams fiber). I'm really not obsessed with fiber--I just happened to notice that they were key players on the nutrition labels of all the foods in my lunch today. I'd also been thinking about them since &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2009/02/03/fiber/"&gt;Leah &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2009/02/12/exploring-the-fiber-issue/"&gt;Alicia &lt;/a&gt;recently posted about fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any favorite/healthy/easy/cheap food secrets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7559535324477006410?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7559535324477006410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7559535324477006410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7559535324477006410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7559535324477006410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/green-giant.html' title='Green Giant'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4576097469850739012</id><published>2009-02-26T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:53:52.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Link You?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to put up some links to the blogs I read.  Can I put up a link to you? I'll give it a few days, and if you don't want me to, let me know.  Email, facebook, comment...I'm happy to help you keep your anonymity if you're aiming for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4576097469850739012?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4576097469850739012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4576097469850739012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4576097469850739012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4576097469850739012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-link-you.html' title='Can I Link You?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4860030542574533488</id><published>2009-02-23T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:22:47.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yogurt</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite breakfasts is yogurt and granola. It’s up there with oatmeal with pumpkin, brown sugar, cinnamon and raisins. Or with fried eggs on toast. It’s simple, but so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, HFCS has invaded many mainstream brands. Even in brands that don’t use it in vanilla yogurt, it shows up in fruity flavors. Other problems for people with animal cruelty concerns are the source of the milk and that much yogurt contains gelatin. What’s a health-conscious vegetarian girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I wondered, “Could I make yogurt in a crockpot?” I did a google search and found &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;the. best. website. ever. &lt;/a&gt;Maybe not ever, but it’s awesosme. It’s got &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-make-yogurt-in-your-crockpot.html"&gt;step-by-step yogurt-in-your-crockpot instructions&lt;/a&gt;, as well as a ton of gluten-free crockpot recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LR tried making yogurt using the instructions on this website before I did. I bought my milk before she did, but I let it expire in my refrigerator. She inspired me to get serious about trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing about this yogurt? I did it wrong, and it still came out as yummy yogurt. Instead of cooking the milk in my crockpot for 2.5 hours on low, I cooked mine on high for 1.5 hours and on low for 2 hours. (I have a problem where I read directions, but not very well.) It came out fine, with only a few bits of milk skin that didn’t stir back into the milk. This is incredibly easy to do. The hardest part for me was to find a time when I’d be home at the key points, since the process takes so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweetened the batch with honey (lightly whisked it in so the yogurt wouldn’t get too runny) and ate it with granola every day. I will make this again and again. Next time I make it, I’m going to do the math and figure out how much it costs per 6 ounce serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crock Pot Lady suggested starting out with whole milk until you get the hang of it because lower fat milks may produce runnier yogurt. She suggested adding gelatin to thicken it up. In her post about making jam, she used pectin (plant-based) as a thickener. I plan to experiment to see if this helps runny yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tried making granola yet. Does anyone know if it really ends up being cheaper than buying? Nuts and dried fruit can be expensive, so I’m wary. Also, the other day, Walmart had some Cascadian Farms granola with “$1 off if you buy 2” coupons stuck to them. Also, the banana and date flavors of Sunbelt’s granola cereals are PHO and HFCS free. (These sell for $2.50/box at Walmart and a little more at HyVee). Their other two granola flavors are polluted. I was so mad when I read the nutrition facts, I’m thinking about writing a letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4860030542574533488?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4860030542574533488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4860030542574533488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4860030542574533488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4860030542574533488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/yogurt.html' title='Yogurt'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2684102915140679957</id><published>2009-02-21T21:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:23:04.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Animal, Vegetable, Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SaDOG_INm_I/AAAAAAAAABY/3tAWFyhNUWc/s1600-h/anvegmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305466980462861298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SaDOG_INm_I/AAAAAAAAABY/3tAWFyhNUWc/s200/anvegmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this book at Barnes and Noble last month, and, in a moment of profound logic and self-control, decided to check it out at the library. I even remembered to renew it before being fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably already know that &lt;a href="http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-like-food.html"&gt;I love food&lt;/a&gt;. I love reading about it in stories and watching stories unfold around it in movies. Animal, Vegetable, Mineral: A Year of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver with Steven L. Hopp (husband) and Camille Kingsolver (daughter) proved to be the brilliant marriage of a good, food-based, true story with a plethora of thought-provoking information about food and the food industry. Be forewarned—&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Kingsolver"&gt;Barbara Kingsolver &lt;/a&gt;has been named seventy-fourth on a list of one-hundred people who are destroying America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book takes you through Kingsolver’s family’s journey to eat only home- or locally-grown food for one year. They move to their farm in Appalachia one January, start their experiment in March, cultivate an enormous garden, harvest and preserve, and survive through the following Spring true to their challenge. They buy flour from local mills, make their own bread, yogurt, and cheese (I SO want to try this), frequent local farmers markets, and raise their own chickens and turkeys for eggs and meat. Each member of the family gets one item to cheat with on the condition that they could learn a way to obtain it that benefits the grower and the land where it grows. Kingsolver writes, “We hoped to establish that a normal-ish American family could be content on the fruits of our local foodshed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingsolver scatters humorous details throughout the book that assure the reader that things are absurd enough to be real life. For instance, she plans to make mayonnaise from a recipe she received in her high school French class that instructs one to “whip heartily for two minutes while holding only pleasant thoughts in mind” (33). She also hearkens the person who helps Thanksgiving turkeys (which are bred too stupid to reproduce on their own) reproduce as a job to add to the list of “unsavory jobs” (90) to threaten your children that they’ll be stuck with if they ditch school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book had a prominent serious tone at times, discussing the environmental and social issues related to conventional farming. I knew that buying local food is good for the local economy and that many local farmers grow food organically, even if they’re not certified, which is good for the environment. I’d never considered that buying locally grown food is good for the environment because of the fossil fuels that aren’t used to transport them. In one of his mini-essays, which usually appear in each chapter, Hopp tries to explain away the higher cost of local and organic foods, referencing the petroleum subsidies (paid through our taxes) that support the growing, processing, and shipping of industrial grown food. This comes to a total of about $725 per household per year. If we make the decision to buy locally, it seems that we are only paying more: subsidies through our tax dollars, plus higher priced produce. Perhaps if we begin to support local food with our pocket books, we will make enough of an impact to communicate to our legislators that this is not how we want to spend our hard earned dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingsolver also had some interesting things to say about vegetarianism. She writes, “I find myself fundamentally allied with a vegetarian position in every way except one: however selectively, I eat meat. I’m unimpressed by arguments that condemn animal harvest while ignoring, wholesale, the animal killing that underwrites vegetal foods. Uncountable deaths by pesticide and habitat removal—the beetles and bunnies that die collaterally for our bread and veggie-burgers—are lives plumb wasted” (222). She points out that vegetarians often cite that an acre that grows crops will feed more people than an acre used to raise animals—that their choice is helping the cause of world hunger—as a reason for abstaining from meat. However, for some families, having a goat to supplement their small farm in an area where farming is difficult allows them to turn food that grows naturally in their area that is inedible to them but edible for their animal into human-edible milk and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pages didn’t contain any information so compelling that I’ve become a strict locavore (Kingsolver’s term for local-food-only-eater) or to begin eating meat responsibly again, but it did provide surprising new information that I will use as I make my food-buying decisions in the future. I will make it a priority to buy some local food and free-range or grass-finished meat may end up on my husband’s plate every once in a while. But, I’m not quite ready to stop going to the grocery store or to give up bananas altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve read this book, what did you think? If not, what sources have impacted your food buying choices the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2684102915140679957?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2684102915140679957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2684102915140679957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2684102915140679957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2684102915140679957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-this-book-at-barnes-and-noble.html' title='Animal, Vegetable, Miracle'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SaDOG_INm_I/AAAAAAAAABY/3tAWFyhNUWc/s72-c/anvegmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-326278843961037759</id><published>2009-02-21T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:23:19.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Bibiophilia</title><content type='html'>During college, I thought I lost my ability to read fiction. I barely had time to read anything not school-related, and when I did, I couldn’t find the right balance of focus and relaxation to allow me to plow through a mystery or novel like I could in the past. I still read the Bible and a few other books you might find in the “Christian Living” section of the bookstore, but you’d rarely find me reading for fun. I could read novels for the English classes I took, but I was always making intertextual connections and identifying premonition and analyzing things from a historical perspective, which, although I enjoyed it, was far from relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to read as a kid and took pride in calling myself an avid reader. (Other people had other names for this tendency.) In college, I could usually still count on being one of the only people in a room who had read the book that the period movie we were watching was based on. But I worried that my pleasure reading days were over forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, when our post-graduation chaos had subsided and I was still waiting for my sub applications to go through, we began getting a lot of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hercule_Poirot"&gt;Hercule Poirot &lt;/a&gt;dvds from the library (and forgetting to return them on time, making the free library rental idea much less worthwhile). After watching a few of these dvds, I decided to venture back to the bookshelf and pulled a Poirot mystery from the shelf. I read half of it that night and finished it the next day. Whew! I was glad to find out that my fiction aversion had subsided as soon as forced reading subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I thought that I was going to have abundant time to read, sitting at home in my immaculate house, waiting for the phone to ring and take me to work. This is not the case. I am still capable of making a big enough mess each day to keep me busy whenever I have free time, and I’ve been working so much that I’ve had to refuse jobs to catch up on things at home. But, I do have the luxury of deciding what to do when I get home each day, and I am confident that this will include reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Poirot, I started a nonfiction book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Animal-Vegetable-Miracle-Year-Food/dp/0060852569/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1235275559&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life &lt;/a&gt;by Barbara Kingsovler. One benefit of forgetting how to read fiction was discovering my love of nonfiction. Now, I’m on to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mansfield_Park"&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/a&gt;, a Jane Austen novel I’ve read before. I imagine I’ll keep alternating between fiction and nonfiction to keep my mind sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s been on your reading list lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-326278843961037759?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/326278843961037759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=326278843961037759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/326278843961037759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/326278843961037759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/bibiophilia.html' title='Bibiophilia'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8085995150092584601</id><published>2009-02-18T11:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:23:35.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Keriann!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SZxIJTpD1II/AAAAAAAAABQ/FO_TSvp4dJU/s1600-h/khrbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193785864115330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SZxIJTpD1II/AAAAAAAAABQ/FO_TSvp4dJU/s200/khrbday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never would have guessed that the sister whose finger I bit when she was two (just&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SZxFbH0Bu3I/AAAAAAAAABI/218hM4HjaH0/s1600-h/khrbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see if I could bite hard enough to make her bleed or for it to come off) would be my best friend as an adult? Who would have guessed she would forgive me when I confessed that the traumatic memory we both had of falling down the stairs as children was not merely an accident--but that I'd pushed her down for fear she'd beat me to the top and then rolled down the stairs myself so I wouldn't get in trouble for pushing her? (Ah, the innocence of children.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom likes to attribute our friendship to the nagging (that's what she called it) she did, telling us we would want each other as friends when we were older, so we shouldn't be mean to each other now. Since nagging is a pretty effective way to get anybody to have a change of heart, this is obviously true. Our friendship could also be the result of God giving us such similar interests (vegetarianism, the environment, cooking shows, following the Lord) and neurotic tendencies. Keriann also has an urban, sophisticated sense of style that I envy. I need her to approve my apparel purchases. I have the benefit of the stereotype that older sisters exist partly to share their wisdom with younger sisters. I pray, and try to live up to the standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keriann, I hope you're 20th year is great! I'm sorry for posting your picture, but I think you're beautiful! Please don't die early from the ridiculous amount of butter in your cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8085995150092584601?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8085995150092584601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8085995150092584601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8085995150092584601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8085995150092584601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-keriann.html' title='Happy Birthday Keriann!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SZxIJTpD1II/AAAAAAAAABQ/FO_TSvp4dJU/s72-c/khrbday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2711969965954705271</id><published>2009-02-11T15:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:23:52.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>I really appreciated your advice and encouragement on my &lt;a href="http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/discipline.html"&gt;Discipline&lt;/a&gt; post. It makes me happy to know that even you can be lazy or unskilled or behind in your housekeeping. If you live nearby, you can also probably expect a dinner invitation in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the comfort of company in my imperfection and with the motivation of dinner guests in mind, I've decided to set some goals to develop good housekeeping habits. When you see the simplicity of my goals, you may then be able to imagine what my house usually looks like. I got the idea to set these goals from &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;. It has some interesting tips and advice. The most recent post right now seems a little bit like feel-good inspirational crap to me, but I love the caption underneath the picture: "Get all ninja on your actions." The/A (?) writer on this site suggested developing particular habits by choosing one, posting this goal visibly, and after conquering it for two weeks, move on to the next. I have so many bad housekeeping habits that I felt like I wouldn't make a lot of progress. So, I modified it into my own system. I have one goal for each room, plus a personal goal and a goal for the whole house. They say if you write down your goals, you will more likely achieve them. They also say that if you share your goals with other people, you will be more likely to achieve them. So, here they are, digitally written and shared with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole House Goal: Paint each room in the house (1 down, 4 to go) and unpack everything.&lt;br /&gt;Motivator: I can get a dog when this is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Goal: Only take on a non-essential cooking task if there is time to clean up afterward. Always clean up after dinner. If there is not time right after dinner, then dishes must be done before I go to bed. (Ideally, clean these up right away anyway and avoid a cranky, tired husband when I get home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room and Office Goal: Dishes must be removed from these rooms and washed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom Goal: Buy another spray bottle for my vinegar cleaner to store in the bathroom. Store rags in the bathroom. Store plastic grocery bags here to use as garbage can liners. Touch up the bathroom approximately every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom Goal: When I change clothes, they must immediately be hung up or folded and put away for rewearing or put into the hamper. "Deciding later" is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Goal: Wake up at 5:30 every day.&lt;br /&gt;Motivator: I'm thinking of telling myself I can't do any recreational reading if I sleep in past a certain time, but I'm not sure how effective that will be. Because I can waste a lot of time on things I don't enjoy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will get these posted and accomplished soon. Then, when you come over for dinner, I won't look as frazzled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2711969965954705271?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2711969965954705271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2711969965954705271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2711969965954705271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2711969965954705271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-5584611769397749693</id><published>2009-02-11T14:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:24:14.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Praise</title><content type='html'>As I was applying for sub jobs, I had this fear that I would never ever get called to sub and that we would have a deficit each month that would drive us deeper and deeper into credit card debt and that Dave Ramsey would come yell at me. Because, could I really trust God to provide for us? Let's take a look at his track record over the past 3 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: We received a substantial anonymous gift that allowed us to get through the end of the semester, through the holiday season, and to Faithwalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: Christmas and graduation gifts galore in the form of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Tons of hours at Capanna, plus getting called in on short-staffed days when I wasn't working, plus having Mike and Joe be super flexible about when I can go in to make gelato so I can sub as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of this adds up to about a months worth of expenses in monetary gifts, plus a really flexible work schedule that allows me to work as much as possible. But really, I knew that this period of people just giving us money for nothing had to end, and the school systems couldn't be under the control of the Almightly Sovreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to January 23rd. My sub applications are all in the mail or in the hands of school HR personnel. My doubts about ever subbing are consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 28: I get a call from an automated system to sub in Solon. I haven't received my password for this in the mail (they sent it yesterday) so I hang up and go back to bed, confused. Then, I get a call from a human because they need a sub so bad, and I work a half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 29: Call from Lone Tree about subbing for my former cooperating teacher in a Kindergarten class in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 30: Call from Lone Tree to sub today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this equals that in my first week of subbing, I earned enough money to cover the deficit we'd have for 1 month. Since then, I've subbed 3.5 days and have 4 jobs lined up for the next three weeks, I've been called by multiple districts on the same day, I scored a job for 2 days in the same class in May, and there have consistently been openings in the evening and morning on the online sub site that I can accept at the click of a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, God is pretty good, especially to this doubter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-5584611769397749693?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/5584611769397749693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=5584611769397749693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/5584611769397749693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/5584611769397749693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/praise.html' title='Praise'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3601810395211410778</id><published>2009-02-11T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:24:32.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I shopped at ALDI once after we first got married. I'd never been there before and didn't know any of the rules. Dexter and I walked around, picked out a few things (because where were the carts?!--on the side of the building I didn't see from where I parked) and then the lady at the checkout was rude to us when I touched the cart she'd put our stuff into. It was a really uncomfortable experience, and I was more than willing to sacrifice the few pennies I'd save by shopping there to show them that I wouldn't put up with that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to conquer my pride and try again. I came, armed with a quarter, figured out how to get my cart, and got inside. Just inside the door, I found a great deal on V8 Splash, then on spices, and was looking forward to buying some beautiful yellow bananas for $.45/lb. I was a little disappointed by the rest of the selection because it seemed like about everything I picked up was PHO-filled. And the bananas were neither beautiful nor yellow, but I put them in my cart because I assumed that the inside was still banana-y. I headed for the registers and got in line behind 9 other people at the one register they had open. Finally, someone else came out to help the poor lone woman at the open register. My items were rung up and I was just about to celebrate a triumphant trip. I swiped my Discover card, and was dismayed when it asked for my PIN. The cashier (who was at least polite this time) cancelled my order and I went over to the side to dig through my purse for my debit card, a little flustered and irritated. I couldn't find it and realized that I hadn't put it back in my purse after getting cash (which I did not have with me either) earlier in the day. I walked out of the store, frustrated and disappointed that my maturity in overcoming my ALDIsdain was not more rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel like being done with ALDI for another couple of years--or just telling myself that I don't have to try again even then. Are you a faithful ALDI shopper? Were your first attempts their as irritating as mine? And, most importantly, do you think you find great enough deals to make the trip to ALDI worthwhile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3601810395211410778?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3601810395211410778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3601810395211410778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3601810395211410778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3601810395211410778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6877953241173305589</id><published>2009-01-29T14:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:24:52.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housekeeping'/><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>One thing I really admire about the women I've met at Mars Hill is that so many of them seem to be these amazing domestic whirlwinds of skill, discipline, and drive. I don't think I've ever walked into any of your homes and thought, "Oh man, what happened here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has, however, lead me down some unhealthy roads of thought. In my head, you, my friend, keep your house organized and spotless all the time. If you have a slob for a husband, you catch his dirty clothes on their way to the floor and they are actually laundered and folded instantly in your hand. If you have a child, after s/he makes a mess, s/he disappears for a few minutes while you clean up the mess and that's why you are have the discipline to get it done right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been convicted about my discipline lately. Our house is not yet unpacked and gets messy in a heartbeat. I HATE being in cluttered rooms and can't relax when I am in them but I have NO natural instincts that help me keep things picked up. I grew up putting things down next to me when I was done with them, and I would pick them up when I realized that the entire room was a mess. Then, it took me a while to notice and care about the mess. Now, the mess drives me crazy, but I am still the person with empty muffin cups in 3 rooms of her house. I was so excited to have a new coat closet in our new house, but I still throw my coat on a chair half the time. I acutally have to walk farther into my house to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a tendency to pick up and organize every room in my house before I devote too much time to cleaning. This is why I have not vaccuumed our house or cleaned our bathroom in an embarrassing amount of time. So embarrassing, that I am not going to tell you how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently listened to a sermon about discipline from Mosaic Church. The speaker said something about how discipline is something you usually do alone and it's not usually fun. I've been using the excuse for not waking up early that if Dexter doesn't wake up early it's too hard for me. But, that's a really bad excuse, and I know that the real reason is my own laziness and lack of will power. The fact that Dexter isn't much of an exerciser is also one of my excuses for not exercising. I mean, I don't want to get too fit and fabulous and make him feel bad, right? I kind of think that if I can become disciplined in the areas of waking up and exercising, I can conquer most of the areas in my life because I hate these two so much. However, I think keeping my house in order will be a battle all its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of you (or maybe just one of you) enjoy cleaning your home, and maybe a few more of you are good at it despite not enjoying it. What suggestions do you have for a developing habits that will help me not be a lazy slob? (You may think this language is too harsh toward myself, but really, I can see my house right now and I know that I took a nap on accident during time I set aside to clean today.) I've told myself that not all of you are naturally good and perfect picker-uppers, organizers, and cleaners, otherwise I'd feel extra bad about myself. Have you been transformed by the renewing of your mind in the area of cleaning? Or are you a pillar of will power and cleaning acumen? Either way, if you have tips about keeping your house clutter-free or building your personal discipline, please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6877953241173305589?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6877953241173305589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6877953241173305589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6877953241173305589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6877953241173305589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-2362346597077369940</id><published>2009-01-27T19:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:25:06.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tight Budgeting</title><content type='html'>We've been living on a tight budget ever since we got married, trying to keep our student loans to a minimum. I thought I was living in the proverbial real world while we were in school, but I realize now that the financial real world doesn't really begin until you've been contacted (before you have a real job) by the collectors and informed how much your monthly payments will be and when they're due. And at this point, nobody wants to give you a loan just because you live in a college town. (Not that I'm thinking, "Debt is so cool. I want some more.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been contemplating different ideas to help us stay in our budget. Here's what I have so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat leftovers, even if it wasn't a good meal the first time and you want to forget you made it. Just eat it. It won't kill you. Eat it now before there is mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Look at grocery store ads before planning weekly meals. Then, check your pantry and fridge and ask yourself questions in the following pattern: Do you already have 8 cans of black beans that you bought for $.49/can? Do you need 8 more? Do you already have carrots in your crisper? Do you need to use them up before they get all bendy and creepy? Should you just make carrots instead of buying the fancy sale vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Work a lot at a job where you get paid. I plan to start doing this eventually. I'll let you know what it does to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rent movies from the library. Take them back on time. (This applies to books too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't pay your iWireless bill late, unless you have $7.50 extra. Even if you have $7.50 extra, don't give it to them. Pay off loans or buy some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't go to places where things are sold. Particularly, don't go to places with big "clearance" signs, because you will get sucked in. If you do have to go to one of these selling stations, decide what you need before you go in. Do not look around at the other fare for sell. Get in and get out. You do not need that roasting pan on "after-Thanksgiving" clearance. You don't eat meat OR host Thanksgiving. You do not need those ugly throw pillows so you can spend more money on fabric to re-cover them, particularly when you already have a sufficient number of throw pillows. (Opinions about sufficiency may vary. I generally think I need more when I find a clearance throw pillow for less than $10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't buy alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't wait till the end of the month/pay period to see how much money you've spent. It's not a game where you try to match the number goal. It's money and you will be out of it if you're not careful, young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Balance your check book. (Another option is to talk to your kids sternly about balancing their checkbooks, because they will assume you're doing this because it's something you do. You should try to avoid them seeing you catching up on balancing your check book for October when it is May.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Live in a place where you don't like a lot of restaurants, because then you're not as sad when you make the "big girl" choice to stay at home. If possible, like to cook and have a dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't pay $3/week for the newspaper because you want $2 in coupons that you will probably forget to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Budget a little money for doing fun things. Otherwise, you won't get to hang out with your friends, and then you might get sad and then shop online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your best money-saving tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-2362346597077369940?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/2362346597077369940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=2362346597077369940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2362346597077369940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/2362346597077369940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/tight-budgeting.html' title='Tight Budgeting'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-649543360432249091</id><published>2009-01-25T12:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:25:25.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Why I Like Food</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I've always had an emotional connection to food. I'm sentimental about eating fried bread with tomatoes or sugar on Christmas and always make sure we get to my grandma's house in time to eat that meal. I'm sentimental about Oreos because my mom bought Dexter and I a giant box of Oreos packaged in tubes when we first got married, so we spent several evenings splitting a tube of Oreos and watching Ace of Cakes on Food Network. I'm sentimental about Creme de Menthe cake because that's what my dad had for his birthday a lot when I was a kid and I thought the greenish coolwhip looked really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just emotional about food I've experienced or eaten. My favorite books and movies have food related parts that become the focal point of my memories about the story. Now, it seems like my favorite books are cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;u&gt;Bread and Jam for Frances&lt;/u&gt;, after Frances begins to weary of eating bread and jam at every meal, she asks her friend Albert what he had in his lunch. "'I have a cream cheese-cucumber-and-tomato sandwich,' said Albert. 'And a boiled egg and salt shaker. And a thermos of milk. And a bunch of grapes. And a tangerine and a cup custard.'" At the end of the book, Frances shows off her lunch fare to Albert, "'I have tomato soup,' Frances said. 'And a lobster-salad sandwich. I have celery, carrot sticks, and black olives. And plums, and cherries, and vanilla pudding.'" There is no way I would have eaten tomatoes, custard, lobster, or plums as a child. But I always had a sense of excitement as I imagined Frances unpacking her lunchpail with so many different things inside. Maybe I was learning the moral of the story that Albert iterated, "I think it's nice that there are all different kinds of lunches and breakfasts and dinners and snacks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few years to &lt;u&gt;The Boxcar Children&lt;/u&gt;. My favorite parts of the book are when Henry thins the vegetable garden at the doctor's house and takes the tiny vegetables home so Jessie can make a stew, when they collect blueberries and have them with milk, and when they pick cherries at the doctor's house. (I also like the part when Henry organizes the doctor's garage, but that appeals to my OCD side, not my hungry side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;u&gt;Little Women&lt;/u&gt;, one of the parts I remember most is when the sisters are astounded by a feast on Christmas morning despite slim rations because of the war, and their decision to take it to the poor family that lives nearby. And how Mr. Laurence sees what they did for the neighbors and sends over another feast. (Reminds me of Matt. 19:29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie &lt;u&gt;The Shop Around the Corner&lt;/u&gt;, the shopkeeper who has just found out about his wife's unfaithfulness invites the hungry, poor messenger boy, who has moved to the city to earn money to send back to his family, to dinner. I cry at this part every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in &lt;u&gt;Desk Set&lt;/u&gt;, it is over lunch on the roof with tough roast beef sandwiches that Mr. Sumner finds out how complex and brilliant Bunny's mind is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I like these parts of these stories, but I do. If I ever become a famous, amazing writer, I've decided I'll be a food writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-649543360432249091?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/649543360432249091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=649543360432249091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/649543360432249091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/649543360432249091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-like-food.html' title='Why I Like Food'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6344628896801970162</id><published>2009-01-10T14:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:25:51.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Are you a turnip eater?</title><content type='html'>I didn't grow up eating a wide variety of vegetables. Potatoes, corn, green beans, and raw carrots were the staples. I learned to love broccoli, to my mother's chagrin, at my grandma's house, and am currently making strides with tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I'll remember a vegetable mentioned in a book I read as a child or have seen at the grocery store, and realize that I've never eaten it and possibly have never talked to a real live person who regularly eats that vegetable. (I recommend reading &lt;u&gt;The Pea Patch Jig&lt;/u&gt; by Thacher Hurd in order to instill vegetable curiosity in your children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my imaginary connection to turnips is coming from. I'm wondering if Rabbit grew turnips in his garden in Winnie the Pooh. Or maybe Frances refused to eat them in &lt;u&gt;Bread and Jam for Frances&lt;/u&gt;. Did Molly eat turnips on the first page of an &lt;u&gt;American Girls&lt;/u&gt; book that I've never read? Either way, I've had turnips and parsnips on the brain and decided to buy a bag of turnips for experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first turnip attempt was roasting. I love other vegetables roasted and thought it would be a sure fire way to get myself to love turnips. That was a flop. My first mistake: roasting them alongside potatoes. Roasted potatoes are just too simple, comforting, and delicious to allow other vegetables to shine at all. My second mistake: roasting turnips in the first place. They turned out mushy and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up hope but didn't want to throw away my four remaining turnips. I threw one into &lt;a href="http://dishonthedish.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/its-that-time-of-year/"&gt;Sarah's potato soup&lt;/a&gt; and it was completely masked by the soup's creamy delightfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to try my wildcard turnip recipe, which I found at allrecipes.com. If you go to the HC house church, on Sunday, along with a delicious chana masala and a tantalizing chicken Indian dish, you'll be experiencing &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Kashmiri-Style-Kidney-Beans-with-Turnips/Detail.aspx"&gt;Kashmiri-Style Kidney Beans with Turnips&lt;/a&gt;. Brace your taste buds, folks. This is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've been doing all this experimenting, I've started to wonder if eating turnips is even important. Maybe it's one of those vegetables that tricks you in to thinking you need to eat it because it's a vegetable, when really it has little nutritional value. What I've found out is that turnips have fiber and Vitamin C. Turnip greens, which had been removed from my turnips, contain large amounts of Vitamin A and lutein, which can prevent cataracts and cardiovascular disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that turnips will become a staple on our household menu, but I'm glad to have experienced turnip week. I'm still curious, however, if and how other people eat their turnips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6344628896801970162?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6344628896801970162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6344628896801970162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6344628896801970162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6344628896801970162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-turnip-eater.html' title='Are you a turnip eater?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7904072076440213100</id><published>2008-12-22T07:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:17:54.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>The duplex we're moving to is by no means a palace.  It's pretty humble, but when compared item by item to HC, the title "palace" makes a little more sense.  Here's why I love our new place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  New House has a hall coat closet AND a pantry (instead of a hall coat closet that we use as a pantry and kitchen chairs used as coat closets).&lt;br /&gt;2. New House has more than four feet of counter space AND half  the counter space is not blocked by a dryer.&lt;br /&gt;3. New House has a "grown up" sized oven and stove top.&lt;br /&gt;4. New House has a garbage disposal.&lt;br /&gt;5. New House has a garage.&lt;br /&gt;6. New House has carpet. New house will have new carpet in February.&lt;br /&gt;7. New House has an upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;8. New House has cupboards under the bathroom sink.&lt;br /&gt;9. New House has space enough in the bathroom for 2 people of similar heights to brush their teeth without elbowing each other in the face. (In the current bathroom, one of us sits on the toilet or the edge of the bathroom while the other stands.)&lt;br /&gt;10. New House has a "small" bedroom that is bigger than our biggest bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;11. New "small" bedroom does not need to house our dryer.&lt;br /&gt;12. New House walls get to be painted the colors of our choosing.&lt;br /&gt;13. New House allows new family members...of the canine variety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't want anyone to think that I don't appreciate where we've been living for the past 2 years and some months.  Here are some perks of HC that New House may not provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HC has a bathroom small enough that if someone tries to open the door while you're in there, the door will hit you but nothing will be seen.&lt;br /&gt;2. HC is small enough that if you have a party you don't need to plan an icebreaker. The decreased personal space will take care of that.&lt;br /&gt;3. HC never lets you be lonely. It provides you with bugs--both company and agility training.&lt;br /&gt;4. HC increases storage idea creativity.&lt;br /&gt;5. HC encourages one to purge unneeded items. (see previous posts!)&lt;br /&gt;6. HC provides lots of awesome neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;7. HC is sometimes like an international vacation with great culinary experiences!&lt;br /&gt;8. HC is a place where other people take care of my lawn and the snow.&lt;br /&gt;9. HC had a broken gas meter for 2 years (not to our knowledge) so we just started paying for heat this fall.&lt;br /&gt;10. HC has cinderblock walls which I believe are tornado proof.&lt;br /&gt;11. HC is like a diet coach because the oven is so small you can only make a few cookies at a time.&lt;br /&gt;12. HC is small enough that it only takes me 5 seconds to find Dexter without even talking.&lt;br /&gt;13. HC builds character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC, I will miss the other people that live in you and very few other things about you, but I am glad I lived in you so that I have stories to tell my kids someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7904072076440213100?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7904072076440213100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7904072076440213100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7904072076440213100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7904072076440213100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8462345043323769031</id><published>2008-12-18T14:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:34:20.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free CDs (in paper cases)</title><content type='html'>Let me know if you want any of the following CDs.  I don't want them, and I've lost their cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Shekel Shirt - "Much" (You'll know TSS for the song "Meet with Me"&lt;br /&gt;Delirious - "Cutting Edge" disc 1 (includes "Shout to the North")&lt;br /&gt;Delirious - "King of Fools"&lt;br /&gt;MXPX - The Ever Passing Moment (it's embarrasing, but Dexter and I had 2 of these between us when we got married)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8462345043323769031?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8462345043323769031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8462345043323769031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8462345043323769031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8462345043323769031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-cds-in-paper-cases.html' title='Free CDs (in paper cases)'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8449905419072646701</id><published>2008-11-12T13:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:26:10.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Such a great crowd of witnesses</title><content type='html'>Hebrews 11:8-10, 16&lt;br /&gt;"By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God...Instead, they were longing for a better country--a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these verses so reassuring today. We are praying that God will lead us to "a city where we can settle." My heavenly Father will provide an eternal city for me, so how much easier should it be for me to have faith that he will provide a city on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8449905419072646701?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8449905419072646701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8449905419072646701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8449905419072646701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8449905419072646701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-great-crowd-of-witnesses.html' title='Such a great crowd of witnesses'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8615100907641857834</id><published>2008-11-12T12:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:26:28.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am one of four vegetarians (all ranging in degrees of commitment and strictness) who will be at my family's Thanksgiving celebration this year. I want to bring a vegetarian main-dish that can also be a side for the meat eaters. I've looked at a few websites but haven't found anything too fantastic. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8615100907641857834?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8615100907641857834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8615100907641857834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8615100907641857834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8615100907641857834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/11/vegetarian-thanksgiving.html' title='Vegetarian Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-9038479466965914935</id><published>2008-11-09T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:27:09.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>All Packed Up and Nowhere to Go</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, I've been finding all of our non-essential items, organizing, purging, and packing. It's made me realize how much we have that we could really live without. Right now, ten boxes have been packed, padded, labeled, and stored away. Ten boxes of books, picture frames, various home decorations, and dishes that I know will not be essential for us to have in the next two months, or ever really. We don't even know where we'll put the things we do "need" in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have one gigantic, heaping box of things to get rid of. I've been thinking of how to get rid of some of these things, and I've decided to pawn them off on you, dear reader. So, if you see anything on the following list that strikes your fancy, let me know. I'll probably edit this post to add more items as the packing continues and to remove things that have been taken if this turns out to be a successful way of getting rid of clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large green plastic watering can (probably holds 2 gallons)&lt;br /&gt;1 pink 5" x 7" multi-pocket file&lt;br /&gt;1 Michelangelo action figure (the Ninja Turtle, not the artist)&lt;br /&gt;1 package with 2 iron-onto-fabric velco strips with velcro letters&lt;br /&gt;2 Motorola phone chargers&lt;br /&gt;1 navy blue and black spaghetti strap dress from Express, size Small (FYI: this is not originally mine and I only tried it on once--on me, it was not a pretty picture.)&lt;br /&gt;1 black men's wallet, used, has a sticker on the inside&lt;br /&gt;2 floral teacups and saucers&lt;br /&gt;40 (plus a bag of extras) Christmas cards that are light blue and say "Peace on Earth" in silver&lt;br /&gt;1 cast-iron (I think) bowl holder (the bowl is broken but it can hold other like-sized dishes)&lt;br /&gt;1 bill organizer with small storage drawer&lt;br /&gt;1 white baseball cap with a grey tree on the front&lt;br /&gt;20 mini bungee cords&lt;br /&gt;1 owl beanie baby with a graduation cap that says Class of 2004&lt;br /&gt;1 large glass vase&lt;br /&gt;1 ballerina doll that spins on her toes, clothes for her and a full length ballet mirror&lt;br /&gt;2 contact cases&lt;br /&gt;1 unopened bottle of contact solution, equate brand&lt;br /&gt;1 L.E.D. head lamp&lt;br /&gt;1 small navy blue make-up bag&lt;br /&gt;1 bright light green short-sleeved sweater with a small stain I didn't want to try that hard to get out&lt;br /&gt;1 light and dark green striped shirt with stars on it, Junior's medium&lt;br /&gt;1 silver Faith Hope Love bracelet&lt;br /&gt;1 bracelet/ankle bracelet, pink suede ties, flower on a piece of shell&lt;br /&gt;3 stretchy pink beaded necklaces&lt;br /&gt;1 faux pearl necklace with silver chain&lt;br /&gt;1 set faux pearl earrings (a bunch of small faux pearls grape-style on each earring)&lt;br /&gt;1 set stud earrings with faux pearl flower&lt;br /&gt;1 bracelet with pink and purple crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen items:&lt;br /&gt;2 plastic goblets, 1 blue and 1 pink&lt;br /&gt;2 very large pink plastic cups&lt;br /&gt;3 ice cube trays to make skinny ice cubes to put in water bottles&lt;br /&gt;1 pinapple cutter&lt;br /&gt;1 citrus juicer&lt;br /&gt;1 thermos&lt;br /&gt;1 black sake set&lt;br /&gt;1 corkscrew&lt;br /&gt;1 pasta serving measure&lt;br /&gt;3 plastic spoons&lt;br /&gt;1 large whisk&lt;br /&gt;1 pasta server&lt;br /&gt;1 somewhat dull chopping knife&lt;br /&gt;1 plastic lettuce knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books: (I don't vouch for all of these...)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy's Daughters by Elizabeth Aston&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up American: Coming of Age Biculturally edited by Angela Jane Fountas&lt;br /&gt;Tokugawa Religion: The Cultural Roots of Modern Japan by Robert Bellah&lt;br /&gt;Asthma for Dummies&lt;br /&gt;Lies Women Believe and the Truth that Sets Them Free by Nancy Leigh DeMoss&lt;br /&gt;Trends of Civilization and Culture by Charles Gray Shaw&lt;br /&gt;Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren&lt;br /&gt;Sacred Marriage by Gary Thomas&lt;br /&gt;The Mammoth Book of Roman Whodunnits edited by Mike Ashley&lt;br /&gt;258 Great Dates While You Wait by Shelenberger &amp;amp; Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Peace by Hannah Whitall Smith&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;An Open Heart by The Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen Blues by Jaques Poulin (written in French)&lt;br /&gt;Persuasion by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;The Greek View of Life by Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;Storm Front (Book 1 of the Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Fool Moon (Book 2 of the Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Grave Peril (Book 3 of the Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;Dead Beat (A Novel of the Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher&lt;br /&gt;The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity&lt;br /&gt;The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;The Pearl by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn&lt;br /&gt;Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;Tricky Business by Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;The Secret by Rhonda Byrne (if you like to build fires, this one's for you)&lt;br /&gt;Lord Peter by Dorothy Sayers&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair by Thackeray (very poor condition)&lt;br /&gt;The Complete Book of Creative Scrapbooking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-9038479466965914935?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/9038479466965914935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=9038479466965914935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9038479466965914935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9038479466965914935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-packed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Packed Up and Nowhere to Go'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-6771650310902228485</id><published>2008-11-03T15:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:58:42.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My yo-yo is God's straight line</title><content type='html'>I have a countdown for graduation on my google homepage.  For a long time, I've seen it as a beacon of hope for my escape into the real world.  Once that timer went off, I was going to live somewhere else, have a job, and have a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my countdown has begun to taunt me.  One month and seventeen days until I am no longer a student, no longer qualify for student health insurance, no longer can live in university housing, no longer can pay for food with student loans.  One month and seventeen days until I need to know what I am going to do for money, where I am going to live, how I am going to take care of myself when I'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had these decisions in mind for years and have been trusting that God would come through.  First, we were really attached to the idea of moving back to Des Moines.  Beautiful Des Moines with its free parking downtown on Saturdays, its plethora of movie theatres and restaurants, its non-college-towny feel, its crowds of family.  Then, we realized that obedience might take us to other places.  For a while, we wanted to go to Korea.  We were always "open" to the idea that God might keep us in Iowa City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sundays ago, Dexter and I prayed, read scripture, and made lists, concluding that maybe it really was God's will for us to go to Des Moines.  I excitedly sent out letters of interest to school districts around Des Moines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as we started telling our house church what we thought God's will could be, I did not want to leave.  I wanted to stay in Iowa City with my church that I knew and with people that I knew would encourage me.  At some point during the week, Dexter talked me down from my violent rejection of the idea of moving to Des Moines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dexter and I prayed, read scripture, and made more lists.  We concluded that maybe it was God's will for us to stay in Iowa City.  Dexter would have a job at Capanna, I could substitute teach, and we could keep our close relationships with our spiritual brothers and sisters.  We spent the afternoon looking up apartments that would be available this winter.  Maybe by August there would be Capanna business to be done in Des Moines and an ESL job there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a call from the Des Moines Public Schools asking me to interview for a substitute teaching position.  I have an interview next Monday.  I've heard that "getting your foot in the door" can be a surefire way of landing a job when one becomes available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself of Psalm 107:7, which says, "He led them by a straight way to a city where they could settle."  I believe that our considering these different options is a step along the path God has laid for us.  Even though I feel like I am being jerked back and forth by different ideas, I know that God knows every step in the process and sees each step as step forward in his "straight way."  I'm praying that God's straight way includes us knowing where we should live by the time we graduate, and I'm praying even more that I would trust him even if it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 15:22 says, "Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed."  So, if you have any wisdom to share, my ears are open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-6771650310902228485?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/6771650310902228485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=6771650310902228485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6771650310902228485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/6771650310902228485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-yo-yo-is-gods-straight-line.html' title='My yo-yo is God&apos;s straight line'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3450782907244823873</id><published>2008-10-13T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:27:40.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Starving</title><content type='html'>Between now and my last post, I've realized that I have an addiction-like issue with food. I eat it when I'm bored, when I'm sad, and even after I decide not to eat it because I'm not hungry (and then I realize I'm eating it when I'm putting it in my mouth or when I feel yucky because I'm too full). When I'm at student teaching and I'm bored, I start thinking about when the next recess or special class will be and what I'm going to eat then. My choices for those times are usually healthy, so thinking about my banana or carrots isn't that bad. But I just get uncomfortable when I realize how much time and energy my thoughts about eating are eating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, my thoughts seem to be, "Will I have time to eat? What if I don't get to eat enough? What if...gasp...I get really &lt;em&gt;hungry&lt;/em&gt;?!" I'd been thinking about fasting a day or skipping a meal to help myself get over my irrational dread of hunger. I don't know why I have this fear because I've never had a serious lack of food at any time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have agreed with me and knew that I wouldn't follow through on the fasting front, because I left my lunch at home today. I couldn't think of any fast food places nearby and didn't want to eat school lunch because it had meat in it, so I decided to take it as my opportunity to experience and survive hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had a bowl of yummy home-made oatmeal with soy milk and pumpkin puree in it for breakfast, so when 10:00 rolled around and my students were at recess, I could tell myself I didn't need a snack, even if one was available. I even resisted the Nilla Wafers my students had as a snack because of their PHOs. I was so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime came and I was hungry. I bought a chocolate milk from the cafeteria to tide me over and drank plenty of water throughout the morning. We left for a field trip at 12:30 and I still felt hungry but not sick or crabby, which is how I usually feel when the word "need" can start to come into play with food. It wasn't until about 2:00 that I began to feel really really hungry, get a headache, and have crankiness creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have the Holy Spirit, because I don't know how I would have otherwise dealt so patiently and nicely with sitting by "the naughty kid" on the half-hour bus ride back from our field trip (which involved smelling an unpleasant smelling nut he'd acquired on the trick, lots of rock paper scissors, and saying "Sit down! Sit down on your bottom. Turn around. Leave Riley alone," more times than I can count) or reading &lt;em&gt;Spot&lt;/em&gt; books on the floor to ten arguing first graders while both my legs fell asleep. Instead, I was even able to be pleasant to my husband, who usually experiences the brunt of my hunger-induced moodiness, which probably increased his sympathy for me and made him happy to warm me up a plate of squash/butter/milk/cheese noodle leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've learned that when I get really hungry, I get awful headaches and my whole body aches and the aching lasts for a really really long time. However, almost anything can induce this type of headache for me, so hunger is by no means the only enemy. I think I'll take my lunch to work tomorrow, but I feel like I've at least conquered part of my mental battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3450782907244823873?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3450782907244823873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3450782907244823873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3450782907244823873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3450782907244823873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/10/starving.html' title='Starving'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-7140735527509958834</id><published>2008-09-14T10:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:21:54.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weighty Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My mom has always told me that I would stay thin without effort until I had a baby or turned 30, whichever came first, because this is what happens to women in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gained the "freshman fifteen."  However, over the past two years, between the ages of 21 and 23, I've been working on the "marital fifteen."  At the beginning of the summer when we stopped eating meat, I was thinking that my new diet chosen for ethical reasons would probably slow down or stop my gain.  This theory, along with my mom's theory about my future weight gain, proved to be wrong.  There have been some pros--I can wear more clothes from the women's section, which is helpful when one wants to look like a grown up.  There have also been some cons--I have some jeans I really love which are now difficult to put on and give me some lovely muffin tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating why I've been gaining weight and have come up with some new explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ridiculously sedentary lifestyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional eating (which includes eating out of boredom or because it sounds fun)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like cooking and really hate wasting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress from school (emotional eating trigger)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A husband who really likes eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having fun activities/dates revolve around eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A newfound love for cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A love for the deliciously sweet and sparkling taste of cola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My solutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only eat when I'm hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook fewer desserts and more healthy meals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find new ways to deal with school stress (exercising, reading)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding non-eating-related hobbies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chill out on the cheese--find other protein sources&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save pop for a more rare "dessert" option&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid high fructose corn syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My questions for you: Any unhealthy areas that trip you up that I should look for in my life? And, what are your favorite ways to exercise in the winter that don't involve gym memberships or treadmills (and like equipment) at home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-7140735527509958834?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/7140735527509958834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=7140735527509958834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7140735527509958834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/7140735527509958834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/09/weighty-thoughts.html' title='Weighty Thoughts'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8439065234970672586</id><published>2008-09-08T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:28:31.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Good Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SMWg09k9fPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NExt3lqfRk/s1600-h/scrub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243774172886039794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SMWg09k9fPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NExt3lqfRk/s320/scrub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left for student teaching this morning at 7:15. During the day, I picked up a headache, massacred a math lesson, and taught a science lesson where kids got to mess around with rocks and water. I was hungry and tired and was expecting the door to be locked and that I'd have to put down my heavy bags, dig for my keys, and unlock the door. As I walked up to the door, I saw that it was open and saw that my kitchen table was on the carpet in the living room. Then, I saw Dexter scrubbing the floor tile by tile because it wasn't clean enough after he swept and mopped. I love this guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8439065234970672586?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8439065234970672586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8439065234970672586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8439065234970672586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8439065234970672586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-man.html' title='A Good Man'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SMWg09k9fPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NExt3lqfRk/s72-c/scrub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-3841482298938734924</id><published>2008-07-01T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:08:08.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Why I Love My New Bread Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Or, The Things I Accomlished While Simultaneously Baking Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Washed two sinks full of dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reorganized the pictures and magnets on my fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Helped Dexter with Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did two loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleaned the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Things I Did Not Do While/After Baking Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get flour all over my clothes/in my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spread flour all over my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Break the folding leaf on my kitchen table while kneading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wonder if I was letting too much flour get into the dough while kneading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat bread with high fructose corn syrup or other chemicals in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Am Unsure About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How can a machine do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How does the salt keep away from the yeast enough to rise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is my bread supposed to rise a little more than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where can I find good recipe for this size of bread maker? (1 lb loaves--a little on the small side I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do I get the kneading blade out of the pan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-3841482298938734924?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/3841482298938734924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=3841482298938734924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3841482298938734924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/3841482298938734924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-love-my-new-bread-maker.html' title='Why I Love My New Bread Maker'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-4064247727379486495</id><published>2008-06-03T12:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:07:41.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>It's a real good thing</title><content type='html'>I read Psalm 103 this morning, and it reminded me of the old Newsboys song that says, "When we don't get what we deserve, it's a real good thing, a real good thing. When we get what we don't deserve, it's a real good thing, real good thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of salvation as the thing that we get that we don't deserve. And in my very human mind, I think that if I gave my life to save humanity, I'd want to stop there--do the saving, get the glory, and what more could humanity expect from me? Psalm 103 reminded me that God's love does not stop at the cross (although what a magnificent place to stop), but that he continues to show us his love in the small, everyday things in our lives, as well as in the huge life events during which we're very aware of our need for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some Psalm 103 gems about His love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-[Praise the Lord...] who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,&lt;br /&gt;5-who satisfies your desires with good things.&lt;br /&gt;8-The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.&lt;br /&gt;10-He does not treat us as our sins deserve.&lt;br /&gt;11-For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him.&lt;br /&gt;17-But from everlasting to everlasting, the Lord's love is with hose who fear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 5 and 15-16 also admonished and encouraged me for a different reason.&lt;br /&gt;5-[Praise the Lord...] who satisfies your desires with good things...&lt;br /&gt;15-As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field;&lt;br /&gt;16-Ths wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me such a relief that I don't have to waste my time on this earth satisfying my desires. Obviously, I'll be tempted to do this, but what a good reminder that God has our best interest in mind even more than we do. And how humbling that our place on earth will remember us no more when we are gone and that what we do on earth is only significant if it has eternal implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for teaching us what we need to learn and for lovingly reminding us of things that we should already know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-4064247727379486495?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/4064247727379486495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=4064247727379486495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4064247727379486495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/4064247727379486495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-real-good-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a real good thing'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-604365508497121815</id><published>2008-05-23T21:14:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:44:47.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaraunts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>When in Portland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SHKML2Mj8kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BkpQDvfHD2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220389053230477890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SHKML2Mj8kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BkpQDvfHD2Q/s320/IMG_1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our trip to Portland in May, in addition to seeing two friends get married (they were sisters with weddings four days apart), Dexter and I ate at two great restaraunts. During the trip, I also read &lt;u&gt;In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto&lt;/u&gt;, which I became interested in when I read about it on &lt;a href="http://mccains.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-love-of-books.html"&gt;Alicia M.'s blog&lt;/a&gt;. So, while eating at these restaurants, my definition of food was in the process of changing and I was feeling very idealistic. I've been thinking lately that both would be successful in Iowa City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we ate at &lt;a href="http://www.hopworksbeer.com/"&gt;Hopworks Urban Brewery&lt;/a&gt;. It's in half of a yellow building on Powell Street, not far from the Hawthorne shopping district. (Hawthorne Street is basically a mini Iowa City, lined with coffee shops, independently owned stores, and homeless people.) The other half of the building is under construction and if you park on that side, you'll be in a tiny one way parking lot with no outlet. We were finally guided into the correct parking lot by cardboard signs with lettering in black paint that were propped up in various places outside the restaurant. The restaurant was much cleaner and more professional on the inside than on the outside. The menu was completely organic from the wheat in the pizza crusts to the hops in the beer. They had lots of vegetarian options, which was great since we were in the beginnings of our vegetarian experiment. Dexter ate a portabello burger and he is now in love with them. I had a calzone which was gigantic as well as mighty tasty, although I felt it had more artichoke hearts than necessary. Our entrees were so good that we wanted to get dessert, but were both too stuffed from the big portions. Next time I go there, I am definitely getting the apple crisp. Dexter got a sampler of the beers, all organic and brewed in the basement of the restaurant, and one was made with espresso, which we though was cool. Each booth had a little compartment in the wall with ketchup, salt, and pepper. I associate the decor with construction because it was wood/metal/yellow, but also because the other half of the building was being constructed upon. It was a little bit pricey, but you can order whole pizzas, and organic foods are more expensive at the grocery store so it makes sense that they'd be more expensive at a restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also ate at &lt;a href="http://www.vita-cafe.com/"&gt;Vita Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, a tiny and very progressive restaurant that served mostly vegetarian/vegan fare. It was really crowded, but I thought they had a good system of having you write your own name down on the waiting list if they didn't have a table open where you could seat yourself. We happened to go on a Wednesday night--the one night where they have a few discounted entre options and cheap beer and cocktails. I ate Thai noodles for $5 and Dexter ate "fish" (tofu) and chips. The Thai noodles could have had quite a bit more flavor, but were good. Dexter ordered some Hopworks beer (on tap) and I had a raspberry cosmo. When the girl finished making my drink, she drank the leftovers. She later knocked Dexter's beer off the table which made me wonder how many leftovers she'd been drinking. Lots of alternative lifestyle adds on the community bulletin board. However, there was a real sincerity about the green-ness of the place. Bikes crowded the sidewalk in front, everything was printed on recycled paper, they had cardboard rather than styrofoam to-go boxes. It was a little depressing though, since it seemed like being green and leading an alternative/tolerant/whatever lifestyle were the things the people there put their hope in. But, I don't make a very good postmodern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-604365508497121815?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/604365508497121815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=604365508497121815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/604365508497121815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/604365508497121815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-in-portland.html' title='When in Portland'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bElNo6lgzIE/SHKML2Mj8kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BkpQDvfHD2Q/s72-c/IMG_1930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-8640715701513191935</id><published>2008-05-07T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:47:15.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><title type='text'>Half-ass vegetarianism</title><content type='html'>Excuse the title of this post.  I tried to think of something more savory to all ears, but this was the most accurate wording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months, I've been going back and forth about our decision to go vegetarian.  I've never had any doubt that given a little extra time, we'll be able to easily come up with lots of vegetarian meals that we love.  Dexter's as strongly convinced about our change as I am...and sometimes even more than I am.  I'm not even really concerned about wanting to eat meat, although that has entered my head a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I'm concerned about offending, distancing, or inconveniencing from other people.  What if our neighbors in Hawkeye Court want to share a traditional Korean/Chinese/Romanian/something meal with us that has meat in it?  What if we go visit Korea when our friends return home and their sweet Korean mothers fix us a delicious but beefy meal?  What about house church meals?  (If we made every dish so that everyone could eat them, we would be a no dairy, no gluten, no meat house church. What a challenge!)  What about people we see and eat with a lot, like my parents, who are still scrambling to feed my sister meat-free meals when she's home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible compromise we're considering is being "at-home vegetarians."  Basically, food we make or choose to eat at restaurants would be vegetarian.  And, in settings where meat can be avoided without stepping on any toes, we'd choose extra meat-free side dishes in lieu of a meaty main dish.  But, we wouldn't feel pressure to abstain when there was pressure to eat, like with new friends or in non-vegetarian friendly environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me likes this solution because I think moderation is good.  And I know that I'm compromising on so many other levels that I feel like the occasional meat-eating would fall under the category of buying milk from farms I don't know anything about, or buying products from brands like Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson, Colgate, or Suave (all of which test on animals).  It really bothers me that I can't afford to switch to using entirely cruelty-free products, but I've been telling myself I have to draw the line somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the other part of me doesn't want to be a half-ass vegetarian.  The vegetarian fad really irritates me.  I've definitely seen people say, "I never eat meat!" while shoveling their faces with it.  I don't feel like I could really call myself a vegetarian if I was okay with it sometimes, but I don't know how I'd explain my mostly meat-free lifestyle very easily if I totally avoided the terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever compromise we land with, at least at home we'll be lacto-ovo-style vegetarians.  But, we'll try to eat cage-free/free-range eggs at home and be picky about our milk (although the milk may end up being frighteningly expensive in itself).  No meat-based broths, gelatin, or sneaky bits of meat in convenience foods either.  The plan is to start soon, and I've actually been cooking mostly vegetarian meals the past few weeks, but I feel like I can't commit till I've decided about where to draw the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-8640715701513191935?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/8640715701513191935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=8640715701513191935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8640715701513191935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/8640715701513191935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-ass-vegetarianism.html' title='Half-ass vegetarianism'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943637881252658742.post-9119860684015357829</id><published>2008-04-21T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:23:48.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever been so anxious for the semester to end and for summer to begin! I signed up for two online classes at the beginning of last summer. At the beginning of April, I had a lot left to do for both classes, and they must be finished by May 1.  So, I've spent the majority of this month holed up on our sofa with my laptop on my lap, doing Spanish homework, reading about Parent-Teacher communication, and jamming my homework from my "real" classes in as well.  In that time, I caught a cold from my beloved kindergarten class. I am thankful for my patient husband who has done an amazing job helping out around the house, doing laundry and the dishes, even cleaning the bathroom and sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, though, my concentration has been lagging.  I've spent the last three weeks working nonstop, so I'm actually surprised this hasn't happened sooner.  I've started a summer reading list (partly inspired by some books on Alicia McCain's blog) and I have some boring but very productive and helpful projects for around the house in mind. I want to go through our student loan files and DaveRamsey-up our budget. Luckily, managing our finances is kind of a hobby for me--the fancier and more efficient my excel sheets are, the more excited I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited because Dexter and I are planning to "go vegetarian" starting at the end of the school year. It may even start earlier since I'm feeling like my stress will let up slightly sooner than I expected. I'm excited to try out new recipes and hopefully, to feel healthier and feel good about my decision. We're also renting a garden plot which I am excited to cultivate and work in. Walking back and forth between the garden and our apartment should be good exercise too! I bought a freezer full of Morning Star fake meat products today. I'll probably avoid cooking with these most of the time, but I wanted to try them out so I'd know what my options are.  They were on sale at HyVee AND I had a $20 giftcard that I got when we signed up for our cellphone plan. (I was inspired, after booking an expensive trip to the wedding of my best buddy, by Dana to pray for a HyVee giftcard after reading her blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm writing a lesson plan on the Cinderella story from a variety of cultures.  After a 6-8 page nonfiction essay on doughnuts, some wrap up assignments for my practicum, a reading assessment project about my kindergarteners, and three tests, I'll be in the clear. May 9 is only 18 days away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943637881252658742-9119860684015357829?l=mrsdexter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/feeds/9119860684015357829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943637881252658742&amp;postID=9119860684015357829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9119860684015357829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943637881252658742/posts/default/9119860684015357829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdexter.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16569810147337517178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
