<?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-544723746414232026</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:43:33.564-05:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='naps'/><category term='names'/><category term='landlord'/><category term='dizzy'/><category term='tired'/><category term='books'/><category term='migraine'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Digory'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='rent'/><category term='sick'/><category term='The Office'/><category term='normal'/><category term='POTS'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='dog'/><category term='goofy'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='weight'/><category term='DC'/><title type='text'>Drew &amp; Katie</title><subtitle type='html'>Our musings on life, love, and whatever else strikes our fancy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-2398483646374731027</id><published>2009-09-16T17:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:30:41.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Dog</title><content type='html'>Our little dog Digory has a pretty good exercise routine. He does this several times a week as he attempts to show the neighbor-dog who's boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0eaebb9f212ee00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0eaebb9f212ee00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331810188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54A2664CFD45018BC452CAA849FEDDEC8F84859A.1813D5E781D1C629C0155D327124986F1065AEA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0eaebb9f212ee00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHZUecabZS6eaB4u_BMMW27_RIf0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0eaebb9f212ee00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331810188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54A2664CFD45018BC452CAA849FEDDEC8F84859A.1813D5E781D1C629C0155D327124986F1065AEA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0eaebb9f212ee00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHZUecabZS6eaB4u_BMMW27_RIf0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you can't hear him in the video, but the neighbor-dog is a 200lb bull mastiff named Fang. Yeah, Digory is lucky there are two fences in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-2398483646374731027?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2398483646374731027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=2398483646374731027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2398483646374731027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2398483646374731027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-dog.html' title='Big Dog'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-8665056674367929283</id><published>2009-09-14T18:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:31:24.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>Drew &amp;amp; I normally don't give each other gifts. Our first Christmas we bought a washing machine. Our first anniversary we baked a Funfetti cake and went to dinner using a gift card. Second anniversary Drew did surprise me with a wonderful Funfetti cake made by the same baker who baked our wedding cake. Other than that nothing. So, it was exciting to be able to surprise Drew with a gift on a random Monday last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Drew a present he's waited three years to receive. Earlier this summer I told Drew I had two surprises for him. One, was a mention of him in a sermon at church and the other came a few weeks later when he had forgotten that he had another surprise. Late in the afternoon I texted Drew several clues about the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #1: "Man in uniform."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next clue was texted by my brother.  Clue #2: "you can smell it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #3: "For clue the third, "face" your "wall".  The clue meant for Drew to check his Facebook to see a video post by Weird Al Yankovic singing "Eat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #4 was sent by text from his friend Jeff: "like a fine wine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #5: "twenty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue #6: "Greenville"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I texted to say, "Final clue will be found with a hug from man's best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digory dog had the final clue attached to his collar which just read "Bedroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew was rather eager to find out what was in the bedroom and this is what he found waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OxaV2evI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b85GwGckbiM/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OxaV2evI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b85GwGckbiM/s200/IMG_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465953034205938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7Ox8TUlZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YV7o9XIpG7w/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7Ox8TUlZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YV7o9XIpG7w/s200/IMG_0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465962150401426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did all the purposely unhelpful clues lead to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OyuN4D2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PhT3j_rI7zQ/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OyuN4D2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PhT3j_rI7zQ/s200/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465975549333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a KitchenAid Artisan stand mixer. Drew has waited three years and many Macy's gift cards to use one of these to make cookies.  The best part? Well other than Drew's excitement and my joy of being able to surprise him... after gift cards, rebates, and free shipping Macy's will actually pay us $1 for our purchase!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OyQgYl_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/I_ykoabWqDM/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OyQgYl_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/I_ykoabWqDM/s200/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381465967573899250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-8665056674367929283?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8665056674367929283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=8665056674367929283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8665056674367929283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8665056674367929283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/Sq7OxaV2evI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b85GwGckbiM/s72-c/IMG_0870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-6162048666154735540</id><published>2009-08-20T20:14:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:44:33.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunt</title><content type='html'>We are officially looking to buy a house. We enter into this search humbly, yet with boldness in hopes of finding a great home for less than $100,000. 'Is this possible?', you ask. 'Hope so,' we answer. We certainly hope so.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*We also are not officially pre-approved for a loan so we also hope this story won't be followed with another post saying we are looking for a house for under $50,000 because, while it be a nice challenge, it isn't one we want to take on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day out combing the town with our fabulous realtor. Drew had to work, but I got to visit 10 houses this morning. We were locked out of one of the houses so we really only saw nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did day one go? Well, most were decent options, but I ended the day with a clear favorite, another I also liked a lot, and one that was so awful it made me feel physically ill. Oh, and I brought my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the good. I didn't take many photos, but it was a three bedroom house with an eat-in kitchen, nice fenced yard perfect for a dog to roam and vegetables to be planted, and had good floors. It is on a quiet street not too far from friends, our church, and close enough to Drew's work. It is also just under $100k. Score!&lt;br /&gt;I won't say the address or post a photo for privacy reasons and let's be honest, I don't want anyone else to know about this house because I want it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33RO7zshI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HFvtpH4_RMc/s1600-h/Amity+Place2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33RO7zshI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HFvtpH4_RMc/s200/Amity+Place2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372221805961654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33Qv1GmyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wwvS1it-sKs/s1600-h/Amity+Place.JPG"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33Qv1GmyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wwvS1it-sKs/s200/Amity+Place.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372221797612034850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hard to see, but left photo shows a built in cabinet in the house's mud room which could hold things like china &amp;amp; crystal or linens or big manly tools. The photo on the right shows the laundry room behind the door from the previous picture. The laundry hook-ups are on the right with shelving above and on the left are shelves perfect Drew's jar collection.. yeah, it's for holding nails and things. Next to Drew's jar space is a big peg board where Drew could keep his many screwdrivers and hammers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the ugly. After looking at it my realtor and I agreed it needed to be gutted from the bottom up. It is in our reject pile. It looked nice on the outside with a good yard and cute brick planters on the front of the house. But when you began to walk around inside it was like a train wreck; horrible, yet hard to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z9jmTTRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kWvq3UTsRCs/s1600-h/Holbrook7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z9jmTTRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kWvq3UTsRCs/s200/Holbrook7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218169376328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze for a minute when I entered into the living room, which was by far the best looking part of the house. It was full of so many things to look at that my eyes were confused. I wasn't sure if I was in someones grandmother's home for tea time or if I was at an estate sale and told to look at everything including the two fancy doll houses in the living room.  There was also classical music coming from a back bedroom which made me feel like a voyeur disturbing someones morning. Alas, the mystery owner was not around leaving some questions unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z9D7s9MI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LudwmE7VVew/s1600-h/Holbrook9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z9D7s9MI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LudwmE7VVew/s200/Holbrook9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218160876156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33QL1zt4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vup9EFUlrYQ/s1600-h/Holbrook8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33QL1zt4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vup9EFUlrYQ/s200/Holbrook8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372221787951314818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was where the bad things started. It was very dated and the green laminate floor was coming up and a few roaches were easily spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z8I0naiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hBXTM49Ojz8/s1600-h/Holbrook5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z8I0naiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hBXTM49Ojz8/s200/Holbrook5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218145008740898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen led out to a screened-in porch with a view of the above ground pool filled with green slime. It and the decking around it looked expensive to destroy. There was a laundry room too. My notes just say, NI (needs improvement) and noted that there was water damage and mold on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;I ventured to look at the shed in the back but was greeted by a large brown dog who did not seem happy to see me in his yard. Not knowing what was in the shed or wanting to see the dog's teeth I retreated back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z7qSHAbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zB6_oeOtbC0/s1600-h/Holbrook3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z7qSHAbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zB6_oeOtbC0/s200/Holbrook3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218136810946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xfIOiZXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N5BoYGCDzys/s1600-h/Holbrook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xfIOiZXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N5BoYGCDzys/s200/Holbrook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372215447609566578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xeuZChBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iYts1nBNLdA/s1600-h/Holbrook2.JPG"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xeuZChBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iYts1nBNLdA/s200/Holbrook2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372215440674292754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wood-paneled, wood-floored den I again found lots of things for the eye. The dated furniture was cool and there were lots of books. Some of the books were a bit odd. Two titles stick out to me, one was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol Worship&lt;/span&gt;, the other had a scantily-clad male on the cover and was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hung&lt;/span&gt;. The other books showed people like Marilyn Monroe and others and made me curious about the grandmother I pictured occupying the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the bedrooms. One was rather stately and grandmotherly with a poster bed. The other room had a computer and clutter and posters of women on the walls. I didn't photograph this room, but if memory serves me it was again women like Marilyn Monroe and not the bikini-wearing leaning on a Porsche type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the one bathroom was awful. A second shower curtain was used to cover the walls around the shower/tub. This was hiding missing tiles, mold and more mold. I must be allergic to mold because I got a sudden headache just being in that room. Other rooms of the home had distinctive smells, which probably didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z8kuYcyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wQPVWNVWxuU/s1600-h/Holbrook6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3z8kuYcyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wQPVWNVWxuU/s200/Holbrook6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372218152498787106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our realtor ranked this as perhaps the worst homes he had ever seen. I agree. The price tag for this wreck? $90,000. This one was not a foreclosure and in my opinion it isn't really worth demolishing. It had some cool features like sliding doors separating some rooms, but it will hopefully be the worst home I visit in our search. Even part of the door fell off on our way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xeCiK_7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5EOh3bzX7ao/s1600-h/Holbrook10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So3xeCiK_7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5EOh3bzX7ao/s200/Holbrook10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372215428901437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-6162048666154735540?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6162048666154735540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=6162048666154735540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/6162048666154735540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/6162048666154735540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-hunt.html' title='House Hunt'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/So33RO7zshI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HFvtpH4_RMc/s72-c/Amity+Place2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-75144405567346739</id><published>2009-08-10T16:47:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:05:54.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>Hello we are the Longs and it has been over 6 months since our last post. We are still attempting to continue this blog so maybe we'll do a little better at updating it in the second half of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some highlights of our summer so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Westchester County, New York for a week in June. We drove 10hrs each way, but were thankful for good health while traveling. We even got to stop in and visit Katie's brother &amp;amp; wonderful sister-in-law. We also stayed a night in Deleware with Drew's aunt, uncle, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCIKN8uExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lJQ1qhgMa1I/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCIKN8uExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lJQ1qhgMa1I/s200/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368440464950039314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Brother grilling up a feast of veggies &amp;amp; steak. Oh, and his wife just got him the new apron. It says, "Have you hugged a Presbyterian today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New York trip was our big adventure for the summer. I spent my time being poked with needles and hooked up to lots of computers in a lab at NY Medical College. The mad scientist doing the tests was great as were his assistants. It proved to be a useful trip to help learn more about POTS from an expert. No cures or magic pills were given, but useful knowledge that helped narrow in on why I gets dizzy most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCJruWwWFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z3VlgwKcbs8/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCJruWwWFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z3VlgwKcbs8/s200/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368442140096485458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This represents my e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xperie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nce. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the car while Drew shopped at an A&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P [apparently they still exist in NY]. If you can't tell it's a photo of my leg with four band-aids on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew spent his time in NY eating pizza and exploring. He found his friend's parents organic farm where he spent time collecting eggs, eating scones &amp;amp; cheese, and picking rhubarb. Drew also managed to find the Readers Digest global headquarters and venture into the city for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMhsBNUYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/drOs_o0T1cc/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMhsBNUYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/drOs_o0T1cc/s200/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368445266205430146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMiQDBcgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/B9F03TQDcFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMiQDBcgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/B9F03TQDcFQ/s200/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368445275876717058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMiOJOwoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vNRSlVfeZ4c/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMiOJOwoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vNRSlVfeZ4c/s200/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368445275365884546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMjBVVdnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T4EgofZQlK4/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCMjBVVdnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T4EgofZQlK4/s200/IMG_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368445289106863730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers Digest HQ, Holbrook farm and store, and NY, NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other travels:  Drew went to Iowa for work and got to set-up &amp;amp; tear-down a show for Shawn Johnson, of Olympic gymnastics &amp;amp; Dancing with the Stars fame. While there he happened to meet a young man from the tv show Hannah Montana. Drew was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew created a garden in our front yard with tomatoes, basil, rosemary, green beans, and okra. He has done a great job taking care of it and has said that we may have grown the best tasting tomatoes ever. This from a man who eats his tomatoes like biting into an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT5HVRSWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WAzyUsQcemM/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT5HVRSWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WAzyUsQcemM/s200/IMG_0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453365255719266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT5u6xueI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BVsTbXiQiIg/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT5u6xueI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BVsTbXiQiIg/s200/IMG_0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453375882017250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okra plant getting very tall and hard to see, but there is also basil &amp;amp; rosemary in the left photo. Below it are some of our yummy tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarding our plants is what I think is the biggest spider I've ever seen. If not the biggest, it is certainly the scariest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT4-QSUHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L_MU0lzsS8A/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCT4-QSUHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L_MU0lzsS8A/s200/IMG_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453362818895986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a huge 100yr old oak limb fall across the street and into our yard. Before it hit our grass it took a chunk from our neighbors roof, totalled his car, and brought down several power lines. The 3am wake up call was not appreciated by Katie who was home alone with a very concerned little dog. The dog was in fact so concerned he found it necessary to pee out his fear in our back room, which Katie found as she stumbled through in the dark. [missed my photo-op on this big news story. Fortunately 3 local news channels picked up the story.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already eaten at least 5 cartons of ice cream this summer and numerous popsicles, both bought and homemade. The ice cream quantities are a result of finishing off our $50 gift card to Harris Teeter which we exclusively used only for ice cream over the past year and a half. It also is due to HT's frequent ice cream offers for 'buy 2, get 3 free.' On the popsicles, we created watermelon popsicles and a homemade vanilla/caramel pudding pop. All very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;We also baked some tasty things. Thanks to a friend from church we got a recipe for our new favorite cookies, homemade Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPjDcHFiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lIYzcA1litA/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPjDcHFiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lIYzcA1litA/s200/IMG_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448588207035938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPiw1zhDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IOFsRkSFxw8/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPiw1zhDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IOFsRkSFxw8/s200/IMG_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448583214531634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really good cookies! I even got to use my piping bag to squirt the filling onto the cookies. We've already made two batches less than 2 weeks after getting the reci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made &amp;amp; eaten A LOT of pizza. We have a pizza stone &amp;amp; pizza peel, both of which are used at least once a week thanks to Trader Joes 99cent pizza dough. While eating a piece of pizza last night Drew commented that "yes, I can. I could eat pizza every day." Unfortunately for him, "no he can't". His wife won't let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate some Chick-fil-a. It's possible we were dressed as cows at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCQvnrLsCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QSevifAr70E/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCQvnrLsCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QSevifAr70E/s200/IMG_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449903603986466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCQv53f60I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dtw-PZtqTBY/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCQv53f60I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dtw-PZtqTBY/s200/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449908487482178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dog news, Digory has managed to stay out of the emergency vet for all of 2009. We pray this continues. We also are more wise about keeping chocolate chips on the top shelf of the pantry rather than the bottom near his food bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For entertainment this summer we have attempted to watch every episode of Friends' ten seasons. Thanks to a wonderful friend from church we have 40dvds to make this dream a reality. As of posting, Katie has watched all but season 10 and half of season 2. Due to Drew having a job, he is lagging behind by a few seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPiWIZv4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EYTl8Ex9E6c/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCPiWIZv4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EYTl8Ex9E6c/s200/IMG_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448576044777346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about covers the big highlights for us. We still have a little more summer to go so perhaps there will be more interesting things. After all, thanks to Drew's family we now have a big $44 bag of various fireworks sitting in our dining room. Who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-75144405567346739?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/75144405567346739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=75144405567346739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/75144405567346739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/75144405567346739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-we-are-longs-and-it-has-been-over.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SoCIKN8uExI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lJQ1qhgMa1I/s72-c/IMG_0725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-1969699579079485904</id><published>2009-01-24T17:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:03:53.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you last joined the Long adventures...&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, so it's been over a month this time, but while I hate giving excuses I actually have a decent one this time.  Aside from the busyness of the Christmas season and many migraine and dizzy days I briefly lost a close companion of mine. Yes, that's right... sometime around the new year my faithful laptop took a nosedive off of the couch and sat in disrepair for almost three weeks. While no tears were shed, prayers were prayed as it is difficult to replace such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;price&lt;/span&gt;less friend. Fortunately, my tech-savvy husband diagnosed the problem and took it to the proper treatment center and for a mere $50 my friend is back on my lap purring like a.. well, like an older model laptop that had a fall but still works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had a lovely Christmas in Greensboro with the Longs, although we missed seeing the Lipsetts.  This being my second married Christmas at the Long home I was able to notice a few more differences between our two families. Drew and I quietly began a mental list of things that "would never happen at the Lipsett home." I say this carefully knowing both families are some of my main blog readers and I will be questioned intensely on this, but it is still worth the interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the best moment of things that "would never happen at the Lipsett home" began harmlessly enough after dinner; when all the Longs, plus cousins, were talking about the rudeness of some noisy neighbors who have band practice in a shed that backs up to their backyard. The band happened to be practicing that night so the conversation quickly turned to what could be done to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt; them down. [note- I don't exclude myself from any blame in this scene, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; focused on more pressing matters.. I really wanted Rice Krispy Treats.] Anyway, it was resolved that what was needed was a certain type of fireworks, a cigarette fuse, dark clothing, and an element of swiftness. So within a few minutes we all reassembled in the living room with one cigarette fuse &amp;amp; lighter, dark-enough clothing, and an entire bag of fireworks... but unfortunately, of all of the explosives found in the home [this is also on the "never happen" list] we did not find the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; type of firework that would make the band know we were annoyed with them.  So it was back to the idea stage... almost a twenty minute conversation of how to prank the neighbors. Amazing. My favorite highlight came following my suggestion to make Rice Krispy treats and take them to the band.  I figured they would all have to stop playing and we could talk to them and ask them nicely to stop playing so loud.  Guess how that went over? Yeah, I think one response was, "Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martha&lt;/span&gt;," quickly followed by, "Does anyone have any smoke bombs?"  Ah, what a wonderful family. I truly love being a Long, but anyone who knows my maiden-name sakes are well aware that this could/would/will never happen in the good land of Lipsett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-1969699579079485904?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1969699579079485904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=1969699579079485904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/1969699579079485904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/1969699579079485904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-354615393484714690</id><published>2008-12-19T15:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:32:16.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTS'/><title type='text'>Purple Toes</title><content type='html'>My most recent attempt at blogging began last week as a medical update saying how great I'd been feeling the last couple weeks, but was delayed due to illness. So, after a week of migraines and pre-9pm bedtimes, the dizziness returned to join in the fun. Thanks to some new magical red pills my doctor called in a few days ago my migraines seem to be gone and I even got to go in for another visit to Dr. S. That made two visits in two weeks! And, to note I am doing pretty well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I haven't really given much of a straight-forward medical update in a while here it is. I have POTS, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, which is most likely [for me] a chronic heart condition that can be treated but not cured through medicine and exercise. The exercise part is still slow going, but I'm not on the couch all the time anymore so that leads in to the great improvements made in my medicine regime. I take a fair amount and it is clearly helping me to be able to be more functional, less dizzy, and do more. The drugs won't "fix me" but as an example this week I got dizzy Tuesday with a migraine and felt as though someone had kicked my head, sent it spinning off then reattached it improperly so it was a bit rickety and then stomped on it for good measure. Wednesday, was better, I took my special liquid medicine, of which my doctor is having me learn how to titrate my own dosage during bad spells, and I also got a magic red pill that put me to sleep and took away my migraines. By Thursday no one was drop-kicking my head, it wasn't spinning, I could walk into the kitchen and make a sandwich [albeit with a strong desire to be sitting]. And now on Friday, my head is alright and after upping my liquid meds [still within doctor limits] I was able to take Digory dog for a brief half-block walk today by myself.  oh, and did I mention I'm blogging? Tuesday reminded me of last year before I was dizzy for a 2-3 month spell, but praise God I'm doing much much better, much quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the specific medical update.. that really is the gist of it. I have this POTS thing and now I have some working medications and a great doctor. Now Drew and I just have to get used to having medications that help some and try to understand how much I can do and be prepared to rest [me, unfortunately not him] when things 'flare-up' again like they have this week.  Oh, and on a lighter note I have noticed lately that when I stand up for a while my feet turn purple. They don't hurt and I asked my doctor and he says it's normal.. for me.. so please don't worry, you can think it's cool like I do. I get excited and make Drew come and see. He isn't as impressed as I am, but really, think about it God made me able to stand [at least for a while] with a ton of blood in my legs when it should really be in my brain and I'm not passing out... just able to admire His handiwork. I think it's cool, but then again I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-354615393484714690?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/354615393484714690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=354615393484714690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/354615393484714690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/354615393484714690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/12/purple-toes.html' title='Purple Toes'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-5803106689222661440</id><published>2008-12-13T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:37:06.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casserole</title><content type='html'>So back the week before thanksgiving I decided to try my hand at making Chicken Pot Pie from scratch.  Aside from some confusion with the crust that arose (or lack thereof) from my inexperience it was a hit.  I made it again the next week and got the crust right and decided its time for my pepper/chili kick to be over and start a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casserole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first was a turkey tettrazini with leftover thanksgiving bird. Instant hit.  But tonight was even better.&lt;br /&gt;Back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie wanted some chicken for lunch but was unwilling to wait wile it baked so she 'suggested' I cook it in a pan.  We longs don't have muck experience frying things.  We can grill a shoe and make it taste good but frying just ain't us.  But I gave it a try anyway.  Three chicken breasts, some olive oil, salt and pepper, lots of splatter, 15 minutes later there was some decent fried chicken.  There was also a pan with a wee bit of oil and lots of tasty brown bits. Hummmm.  I couldn't waste such a pan full of flavor.   I added some butter and more oil and simmered five cloves of minced garlic (I love some garlic). Then I added about a quarter cup of whole wheat flour and stirred it up to get an ugly thick paste.  Last went in some milk and chicken broth from Trader Joe's.  Then I stirred and simmered till creamy.  Now at this point I didn't exactly know what I was going to do with this cream sauce I had just created, so into the fridge it went with the two uneaten pieces of chicken&lt;br /&gt;Tonight all I did to make the final casserole was to chop up the remaining chicken, cook some spaghetti, stir fry a diced green pepper, open some peas, grate some Parmesan cheese, mix it all together, bake it for half an hour, and eat.  Next time I'll cover it so the top doesn't get so crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-5803106689222661440?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5803106689222661440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=5803106689222661440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/5803106689222661440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/5803106689222661440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/12/casserole.html' title='Casserole'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-3804020233717666406</id><published>2008-11-20T19:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:21:54.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2007/01/19/ea1015_cookies_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2007/01/19/ea1015_cookies_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew has been cooking up a storm lately. I went to Montreat this past weekend with women from my church and while I was away he made his special "Long-cakes," which are very delicious pancakes. He also made himself a small vat of chili this weekend, two pumpkin pies a couple weeks ago, and my favorite was the incredibly delicious chicken pot pie he made from scratch to serve me for dinner when I returned from my mountain retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night he decided he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to make cookies. I'm sure I don't understand what a blessing I have, but I have been having to tell him not to bake more than one item a week.. and he has been begging to make these particular cookies for a while. Maybe it is the holiday season that brings out his desire to bake or he just inherited his mother's exceptional culinary abilities and needs to use them when he has free time. Whatever the reason, the result this week was Lentil Cookies. Yes...there were lentils in the cookies. I honestly enjoy them. We have shared them with others [including children] who all enjoy them. They just have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; name for a cookie. He coated them with sugar and some with cinnamon this time so they are sweeter than you might think and even packed with protein, but really.. lentil cookies? I tried to sell that to a 3 year old yesterday. No dice. Want a cookie with sugar on it? Yeah, that worked a few seconds later. If you have any ideas for a better cookie name or for what Drew should make next, feel free to let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-3804020233717666406?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3804020233717666406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=3804020233717666406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3804020233717666406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3804020233717666406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-8146897540105347947</id><published>2008-11-04T18:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:39:50.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Service and Good Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1036.g.akamaitech.net/7/1036/33/afc5b68366fe1a/images.citysearch.com/advertorial_profile/70/a0/V-CLTNC-55093729_ID174464_guide_inclusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://a1036.g.akamaitech.net/7/1036/33/afc5b68366fe1a/images.citysearch.com/advertorial_profile/70/a0/V-CLTNC-55093729_ID174464_guide_inclusion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally tried the fresh pasta store.  Oh my.  I have attempted to go back every day since, but have only gotten away with it once.  We got some chicken ravioli and a nice marinara sauce as well as some pumpkin ravioli.  Yes that's right Pumpkin.  I'm not usually swayed by decor but the place has the feel of an old world  market. (no I haven't been to the old world, but I'm sure the markets are like this)  The best part was the two employees we were helped by.  I haven't been to a store where the people were so genuinely helpful in a very long time.  I'm talking way beyond Trader Joe's kind of helpful.  I didn't know there were people this passionate about pasta.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the stuff we got was nothing short of amazing and now I'm hooked for good.  If you want good Italian food in Charlotte skip the restaurant (and I do Love Frankie's) and head to &lt;a href="http://www.pastaprovisions.com/"&gt;Pasta and Provisions&lt;/a&gt; on Providence Rd.  You'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-8146897540105347947?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8146897540105347947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=8146897540105347947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8146897540105347947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8146897540105347947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/11/pasta.html' title='Good Service and Good Pasta'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-3687572916823542895</id><published>2008-10-31T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:19:46.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks to a rather humorous email from our church featuring one of our pastors and two guys promoting man's night with fake mustaches and fake beer guts I found myself once again on YouTube.  I did a quick search for any new relevant videos that might be helpful to explain why I don't do much any more and I found one that is pretty good. Again not perfect.. a little dry, but the story is somewhat similar to mine. Hope it proves to be informative.   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKUvFG8-jY0"&gt;Click here to watch video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite videos are still these by Chronically Kyli, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5D9T04OVZg"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKrwFMnBvA4"&gt;Part 2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-3687572916823542895?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3687572916823542895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=3687572916823542895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3687572916823542895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3687572916823542895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-video.html' title='One more video'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-8948022906691940299</id><published>2008-10-23T09:11:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:00:55.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digory'/><title type='text'>Digory's haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOq68D-T0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XaE4PBQmM5c/s1600-h/Oct08+Digory+shaggy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOq68D-T0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XaE4PBQmM5c/s320/Oct08+Digory+shaggy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261236719230799682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Unfortunately my dizziness [&amp;amp; headaches] returned Sunday afternoon and I'm back on the couch for a while, sleeping a lot and Drew is real busy working and taking care of me and the house. So, since we aren't all that interesting at the moment I will share something that is always a source of humor in our home... Digory dog. Here are the photos I've promised of the little guy's first haircut since he's been in our family. Clearly it was about time. &lt;/span&gt;.. he was starting to run into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOr-jznpKI/AAAAAAAAADE/s9fFon5h2PU/s1600-h/Oct08+Digory+shorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOr-jznpKI/AAAAAAAAADE/s9fFon5h2PU/s320/Oct08+Digory+shorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237880950858914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't sure I was getting the right dog at the groomer, but he seemed to like me and they told me he was mine. So I took him home and he pouted a great deal that day as you can see in the photo, but he is now quite content to be short haired. It seems to give him an extra excuse to snuggle up on cold.. or not so cold days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOt4ZID1SI/AAAAAAAAADM/umIO6eewyOk/s1600-h/Oct08+Digory+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOt4ZID1SI/AAAAAAAAADM/umIO6eewyOk/s320/Oct08+Digory+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261239974027842850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digory has also decided that he likes my spot on the couch now that he has a fancy new haircut. Maybe my seat is warm. Every single time I get up, he takes my spot. Here is looking especially adorable as a seat-thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOxUEjoBjI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y_LIDTHBmA0/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOxUEjoBjI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y_LIDTHBmA0/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243748077536818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew and I like our slightly hairless dog, but we must admit we are looking forward to the day when he is our scruffy, scraggly, little Diggy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOu4UY0j7I/AAAAAAAAADU/kXj6k9RM_rA/s1600-h/Oct08+Digory+shaggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOu4UY0j7I/AAAAAAAAADU/kXj6k9RM_rA/s320/Oct08+Digory+shaggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261241072267595698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-8948022906691940299?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8948022906691940299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=8948022906691940299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8948022906691940299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8948022906691940299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/digorys-haircut.html' title='Digory&apos;s haircut'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SQOq68D-T0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XaE4PBQmM5c/s72-c/Oct08+Digory+shaggy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-520886379611166649</id><published>2008-10-16T12:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:19:45.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on our life</title><content type='html'>To catch you up on our lives here I will say that things are going rather well. Drew is adjusted to his job and can finally access his schedule on his computer at work and will now know ahead of time [couple weeks or so] when he has days off. He also used for the first time that illusive thing called 'vacation' days which was exciting... for our bank account. He was able to use a week of paid comp-time and a couple vacation days to work a week for his last company on a show in Ohio and be paid twice. He was missed by me and Digory. On one of his recent trips he even got to hear Teller from 'Penn &amp;amp; Teller' speak. I didn't realize this was cool until he told me that Teller is the one that never ever ever says a word. Pretty nifty. Maybe Drew will elaborate when he has more time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been somewhat officially diagnosed with a chronic illness, but my doctor [who really is great] isn't 100% sure it is chronic, but pretty sure. Good news, my current treatment is working well and for the first time in forever I left the doctors office today with no new prescriptions! So, we will stay with life as is for a couple months and then reevaluate. I have also been getting out of the house more this past month [thanks to the new treatment] and have made a couple of friends in my neighborhood and even started attending a second bible study with some women from our church. I've even driven on a few occasions when I didn't need to get out of the car much.&lt;br /&gt;So there is our update. We are in a busy season. Drew is working hard, but will finally get a weekend Sunday and Monday and I have been doing a lot of reading (scriptures and medical research) when I can and walking Digory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-520886379611166649?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/520886379611166649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=520886379611166649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/520886379611166649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/520886379611166649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates-on-our-life.html' title='Updates on our life'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-7579096720128570226</id><published>2008-10-09T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:17:44.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>We are nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style-files.com/images/librarychair500x381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.style-files.com/images/librarychair500x381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real title of this post should be I'm a nerd because officially Drew doesn't like this chair. He thinks it is impractical. I suppose part of me agrees that I would be scared I might spill a drink on my books or that I would lean back and hit my head or the fact that this is incredibly heavy &amp;amp; a bit on the expensive side. Beyond that... doesn't it just make the bookworm inside of you drool with desire of how close you could snuggle up to your books? Aaah. The thought just makes me feel like a warm fire and a cozy sweatshirt-blanket have just been put before me. Ooh, some hot chocolate would go well with this fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-7579096720128570226?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7579096720128570226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=7579096720128570226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7579096720128570226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7579096720128570226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-nerds.html' title='We are nerds'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-3295808660283084016</id><published>2008-09-30T17:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:08:31.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>The Office weigh-in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/photos/scet/2261/NUP_131881_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/photos/scet/2261/NUP_131881_0157.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch the season premiere of the Office? It was pure comic genious. If you missed it, please do yourself a favor and watch it online on NBC.com. I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it [or finished all but the last 15 minutes.. Drew, you are really putting a strain on communication in our marriage. please, finish it.] The episode was all about weight loss as an office and essentially that meant adopting a healthy lifestyle, but really the focus was on the pounds. Each person had some 'great' strategies for trying to shed the pounds.&lt;br /&gt;As one of about five women in the US who wants to gain weight I am trying to brainstorm the opposite problem... how to put the pounds on. It's harder than it seems, well at least to do it in a way that is healthy, i.e. not just eating junk food. If anyone has any tips on how to gain weight feel free to pass them along. Otherwise, just don't hate me for asking and watch the Office for a good laugh to forget I even mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-3295808660283084016?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3295808660283084016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=3295808660283084016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3295808660283084016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/3295808660283084016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-weigh-in.html' title='The Office weigh-in'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-7903224458412459456</id><published>2008-09-19T17:40:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:58:28.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Our Neighbor Skip</title><content type='html'>Digory and I made a new friend.. well, technically we made two. Skip and his dog Blue. Skip lives down the street and rules the neighborhood from his red truck or preferably from his riding lawn mower, which he frequently rides up and down our busy street. In either vehicle he prefers to be sans shirt and is accompanied by his shepherd mix dog with one blue eye. Blue walks leashed beside the mower proudly and Skip waves at everyone he sees. I wave too if I'm outside. It's a one-man, one-dog parade.  He's probably in his sixties, retired and is extremely hospitable, honest, and kind. I have yet to meet his wife, but from the praises he speaks of her I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue and Digory are officially best friends. Really, while I've tried to get Digs to befriend my friends' dogs he just hasn't quite bonded as quickly to them as he has to Blue. He and Blue are both boys and about the same age and they run and chase each other and just have a grand 'ol time. Some days I walk by Skip's house and he is sitting out front with Blue and Digory drags me across to play. Skip pulls up a chair and we talk about dogs, birds, churches, and of course the neighborhood. Skip really does rule the neighborhood in my opinion because he seems to know everyone and everyone knows him. He's a great resource. I now know the ethnicity of most of my neighbors. I also know that one of my neighbors has a temper and I should be careful of upsetting him. I learned not to pet a certain neighborhood dog because it bit Skip on the hand and there used to be chickens and roosters living across from Skip, but someone complained [not Skip] and they're gone now. Oh, and I also learned that souring milk isn't bad for dogs to drink... Skip had some out for Blue and Digory decided it was his. That was fine except Digory is very furry and food tends to stick around his face. You probably see where I'm going with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a lovely visit with Skip yesterday I saw a hummingbird, some swallows, learned a lot, and I left with a tired dog, four very muddy paws, and a very sour smelling dog in desperate need of a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-7903224458412459456?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7903224458412459456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=7903224458412459456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7903224458412459456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7903224458412459456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-neighbor-skip.html' title='Our Neighbor Skip'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-2220261677094576264</id><published>2008-09-17T13:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:14:24.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTS'/><title type='text'>Movies!</title><content type='html'>My latest hobby has been making myself dizzy while doing internet research on POTS. It is loads of fun as long as I don't have to get up afterwards. I may have even found a specialist in North Carolina today, but I have some phone calls to make to see if it is accepting of our insurance. So yippy skippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel inclined to watch, this two-part video gives a pretty good description of my current life. If you want to understand me better, this is a short [approx. 10 minute] way to understand more about what I have so much trouble explaining.  I didn't make them, but I'm glad "chronicallyKyli" did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5D9T04OVZg"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKrwFMnBvA4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-2220261677094576264?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2220261677094576264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=2220261677094576264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2220261677094576264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2220261677094576264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/movies.html' title='Movies!'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-2540693426322238737</id><published>2008-09-09T10:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:02:54.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POTS'/><title type='text'>Mystery solved??</title><content type='html'>Maybe this will be the last 'medical' post for a while and we can get back to posting about more interesting things, like Drew's new job or our cute little dog. But, for now, since I don't want to explain what my doctor said several times over the phone because I am still napping a lot.. here goes. I have POTS. No, they, aren't just on the cool pot rack Drew built me for Christmas last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome plus vestibular migraines. So, I was already being treated for the migraines, which can cause dizziness, but the POTS explains my low blood pressure, fatigue, inability to walk straight, and it also explains the randomness of the episodes. Well, that's the hope at least. I was told I had this a couple years ago, but then told maybe I don't, and once the migraines were treated it seemed a little clearer that I do have it. So I guess that makes me a winner. My prize? A new prescription AND just because I was so patient (pun intented), I also got a prescription for thigh high medical support hose. It is supposed to keep blood from pooling in my legs and help it flow to important places like my brain so I don't pass out. Fun.  Feel free to google it yourself or check here for more info on POTS http://www.potsplace.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful that we are starting to get some answers and hopeful that this new treatment for POTS will work better than the last one I tried a couple years ago. My current doctor seems much more educated on POTS and willing to try the latest treatments for it. So, we will just continue to pray that I will be back to normal soon. Then I can stop posting about napping and start writing about looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-2540693426322238737?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2540693426322238737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=2540693426322238737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2540693426322238737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/2540693426322238737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/09/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery solved??'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-8132473450847207072</id><published>2008-08-26T21:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:52:59.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dizzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraine'/><title type='text'>Naps</title><content type='html'>I don't like naps, but I took a two hour one today... a two and a half hour-er yesterday, a three hour-er on Saturday and on Sunday, the one day I think naps are pleasant, I had three. I don't know the duration of each, but I do know that I still am not sure if the US men won that water polo gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lazy... I'm just on drugs... prescription drugs to treat migraines. (If you really think I'm lazy &amp;amp; just want to fight or are curious, feel free to read a longer version of the story earlier in this blog labeled 'remembering normal'.) The naps happen to be a bit of an annoying side effect from the medicine I take which seems to help, but overall I've been feeling pretty crummy lately.  Hopefully my naps will help me feel better, even if I don't like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-8132473450847207072?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8132473450847207072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=8132473450847207072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8132473450847207072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8132473450847207072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/naps.html' title='Naps'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-7793585427429866091</id><published>2008-08-08T22:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:40:07.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a cute dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJz9MW6qqHI/AAAAAAAAABo/-GQSRUhXJn8/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJz9MW6qqHI/AAAAAAAAABo/-GQSRUhXJn8/s200/IMG_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232335255849576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I brought him home from the rescue place Digory has been especially attached to me.  He likes Katie but he really likes me.  If we both call him he comes to me.  If she goes outside he wants to stay with me.  When I leave he pouts.  Now he has made lots of progress since she spends more time with him.  He doesn't follow my every foot step around the house any more, not even to the kitchen.  But he does follow me to the bathroom.  There he sits on the mat by the tub and watches me pee.  I still haven't decided how I feel about it.  I'm just glad he's not tall enough to drink from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-7793585427429866091?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7793585427429866091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=7793585427429866091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7793585427429866091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7793585427429866091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-have-cute-dog.html' title='We have a cute dog'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJz9MW6qqHI/AAAAAAAAABo/-GQSRUhXJn8/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-5100671275830933905</id><published>2008-08-07T22:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:01:41.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Veggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJu2yOGhKKI/AAAAAAAAABg/uZsENRAHw_U/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976366016112802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJu2yOGhKKI/AAAAAAAAABg/uZsENRAHw_U/s200/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about growing your own veggies is scale. You need to grow enough so they actually make it inside to cook with. I tend to eat them pretty soon after picking (like before I get to the top of the steps). I bet my tomatoes would be great on a sandwich, but I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-5100671275830933905?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5100671275830933905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=5100671275830933905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/5100671275830933905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/5100671275830933905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-veggies.html' title='Growing Veggies'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJu2yOGhKKI/AAAAAAAAABg/uZsENRAHw_U/s72-c/IMG_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-6078244841137612044</id><published>2008-07-30T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:29:51.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to Lick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJCyDv-rfBI/AAAAAAAAABY/1jNfXGXwVa8/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJCyDv-rfBI/AAAAAAAAABY/1jNfXGXwVa8/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228874944865860626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something very important today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some salsa from a recipe off Good Eats (great show by the way).  As I was chopping the chillies I wondered what kind of chillies they were since they were only labeled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chillies&lt;/span&gt; at the farmers market.  How hot was this little green chili?  Only one way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did lick the inside of what I now know is a Jalapeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Alton Brown informed me milk was the best thing to combat the fire that has no flame.  I should have also followed his recommendation to use gloves.  Even after washing your hands several times, and waiting several hours, the hot stuff can still burn when you pick your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-6078244841137612044?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6078244841137612044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=6078244841137612044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/6078244841137612044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/6078244841137612044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-not-to-lick.html' title='What not to Lick'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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://bp3.blogger.com/_LIS3Pa-wbME/SJCyDv-rfBI/AAAAAAAAABY/1jNfXGXwVa8/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544723746414232026.post-8497889241392190944</id><published>2008-07-28T22:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:01:33.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>We don't want to grow up</title><content type='html'>It has occurred to us in the past couple of days that being grown up is highly overrated. We are currently renting our home and we enjoy it. It is a cute 1930's bungalow with a white picket fence, two bedrooms, a decent-sized kitchen, laundry room, two fireplaces, a big yard, and a front porch with a swing. Who cares that there is a bus depot that is just down the street... it is summer after all. And that loud rumbling noise? Yeah, we're used to the train tracks... we're a whole three blocks away.. almost. Really, it is a great house, in a good part of town, and the price is right. Our year lease will be officially up on this great house on Friday and we need to have a conversation with our landlord about what we are doing. But, please, don't label us as total slackers.. we had initial conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlord: "We really like you two. Are you planning on staying?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew&amp;amp;Katie: "We like it here too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a tree fall on our house during a lightning storm which caused some damage to the porch and well.. we are getting a new roof tomorrow.. so needless to say this rental property is getting more and more expensive for our landlords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the conversation in the past few days as interpreted by Drew...&lt;br /&gt;Landlord: "Would you be interested in buying the house?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew&amp;amp;Katie: "Uh... um... let me get back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew [to katie] "are we interested in buying this house?"&lt;br /&gt;Katie [to drew] "yeah, but we are probably more interested in continuing to eat on a daily basis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the conversation between Drew and I was more serious than that, but it did lead to a similar conclusion. We even checked our credit scores tonight so we can have some facts to back us up when we turn down the offer to buy our cute little bungalow. In his conversation with our landlady, Drew mentioned that they might be trying to sell our home to buy another house on the market. While this is still not confirmed, it sounded like they were wanting to move quickly so I am preparing us for a quick move just in case we are forced out sooner than we expected. I have begun once more the dreaded search for the perfect home. Cheap rent, well-maintained, quiet neighbors, spacious, clean, and now dog-friendly. Did I mention that we don't really want to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-8497889241392190944?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8497889241392190944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=8497889241392190944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8497889241392190944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/8497889241392190944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-dont-want-to-grow-up.html' title='We don&apos;t want to grow up'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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-544723746414232026.post-4288838352556258618</id><published>2008-07-24T14:11:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:01:49.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dizzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Remembering Normal</title><content type='html'>Last week was fun. Drew and I were blessed with the opportunity to spend a week and a half in beautiful northern Virginia with my brother and his wife. We went so Drew could work, which he did, and I played. I am stopping the sentence there for emphasis... I got to play!&lt;br /&gt; For those of you stumbling upon our humble blog you may not understand that this is really an impressive feat for me. For five years now I have been seeking healing &amp;amp; answers for unexplained bouts of dizziness &amp;amp; migraines that have progressively gotten more frequent. This past year I have had to pass on work opportunities because my health has been so unpredictable and debilitating. There have been other weeks when I have felt good and actually some in which I've felt better, but how kind of God to give me a week of good health while visiting my family!&lt;br /&gt; Overall, I think I might be getting better... my doctor seems to have found a migraine medication that is helping, despite some annoying side effects. I am going to an acupuncture/massage therapist every few weeks. And, for good measure, while I have been too tired to cook [meaning about 300 of the last 365 days], 'Chef' Drew has prescribed a nearly organic diet [migraine diet]. (Have I mentioned how great my husband is? He is truly amazing!)&lt;br /&gt; Oh, so, what did I play? Well, I played Wii, mostly Wii Fit, but also Mario Kart, although too much did make me a bit dizzy. While Drew wasn't working we both played tourist. We went to Mount Vernon and a Smithsonian exhibition on Jim Henson &amp;amp; the Muppets. We went to the Library of Congress and ate lunch on the roof of my brother's office which overlooks the White House. [the snipers weren't on the roof so we assumed Bush wasn't home] I also played softball! I didn't do anything that will get me a MLB contract, but I still ran and stood up for two hours! I even went to a jazz concert for a picnic dinner with my brother/sister-in-law and another lovely couple in the sculpture garden. What a great week to remind me that I may have sat on my sofa for most of the past year, but I still have the ability to carry on a conversation, play, and recognize God's kindness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-4288838352556258618?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4288838352556258618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=4288838352556258618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/4288838352556258618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/4288838352556258618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-normal.html' title='Remembering Normal'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277964376054820933</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-544723746414232026.post-7711896063670327187</id><published>2008-07-21T21:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:02:04.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goofy'/><title type='text'>We are bloggers!</title><content type='html'>After about a year of periodic discussion and occasional spurts of creativity Drew &amp;amp; I have jumped into the blogosphere. Previously, our creative discussion was almost entirely focused on what we should call our blog. Our titular discussion was sparked by a comment from our friend Blake who told us that we were "two goofy peas in a pod." We liked this summation of ourselves so much that we hoped to create a blog around it... but well I guess you can see we opted for a less 'showy' name. We also tried playing with some name options centered around our surname, but opted for some anonyminity in this big place we call the world-wide web. So here we are... "Drew &amp;amp; Katie." If you're reading this you likely know us, so hi, but if not we will introduce ourselves more as time passes so feel free to keep visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/544723746414232026-7711896063670327187?l=drewandkatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7711896063670327187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=544723746414232026&amp;postID=7711896063670327187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7711896063670327187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/544723746414232026/posts/default/7711896063670327187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drewandkatie.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-bloggers.html' title='We are bloggers!'/><author><name>drewandkatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973761222476003326</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></feed>
