<?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-1363238674119939808</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:32:35.362-07:00</updated><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Ladybug Line</title><subtitle type='html'>Searching for my creativity; loving my family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-2930854713706326344</id><published>2009-10-10T03:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:31:11.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Fall</title><content type='html'>I love Colorado in the Fall; it's so unpredictable.  One day we've got highs in the 60's and the next, highs in the 30's with snow.  I love waking up to snow: when the world is silent, watching flakes fall from the sky.  Some of the biggest storms seem like the calmest times for the clouds.  They interrupt our lives and force us to slow down.  They ask us to stay home for the day, relax, drink some hot cocoa, wrap yourself up in a big, cozy blanket and read.  They are so "inconvenient," but also such a convenient excuse to cancel all plans.  There will be snow again today; it probably won't stick yet, but we'll watch it in wonder nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/StBiD-22R_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OP_1D9qiKwA/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/StBiD-22R_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OP_1D9qiKwA/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390916574514661362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/StBiDfsQ7GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LRkfd2SQk3M/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/StBiDfsQ7GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LRkfd2SQk3M/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390916566148770914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-2930854713706326344?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/2930854713706326344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/colorado-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2930854713706326344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2930854713706326344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/colorado-fall.html' title='Colorado Fall'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/StBiD-22R_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OP_1D9qiKwA/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5289114352838152863</id><published>2009-10-09T04:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:40:42.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Draw</title><content type='html'>or can I?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofi often pulls out her markers and paper and invites me to draw with her by saying, "Which color do you want, Mommy?".  This afternoon I opted for pink.  I asked her what I should draw.  Now, usually, this is answered with a heart, a cloud, a circle, a star... all doable.  But today, she suggested I draw &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.  My immediate thoughts: Yikes, hmmm, oh boy, this is gonna be ugly.  My outward reaction: Okay (smile).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got started, and kept going and going (Look at me, Sweetie.  Look at me again.).  I'm still no artiste, but I was actually quite proud of my caricature.  It turned out pretty cute and slightly resembled her, albeit all pink.  She even asked me to draw her again, in black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I won't doubt myself so quickly next time.  Maybe I'll keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5289114352838152863?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5289114352838152863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-draw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5289114352838152863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5289114352838152863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-draw.html' title='I Can&apos;t Draw'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6845858491461806904</id><published>2009-10-07T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:37:23.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;everything is &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;, right now.  i feel it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talks with a great friend today have got me thinking (once again) about death (the great motivator).  i've read books that put you in the position of what if you knew you would die in a year (A Year to Live), or what if you had 37 days left (Life is a Verb)... but why not take it all the way, what if i died today or tomorrow?  isn't that really what it's about, live today as if it were your last?  well, maybe today is my last, i don't know, so i'm going to celebrate the mundane/ordinary everything that makes up &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; life.  i'm going to take some time to stop f-ing thinking and start f-ing living.  i don't have to have accomplished everything on my life list to have had a fulfilling life; this is my life, right NOW.  so first up... vacuuming!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if being overtly happy is insane, i'm taking it; i'm going to soak in it until my fingers get all wrinkly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6845858491461806904?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6845858491461806904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6845858491461806904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6845858491461806904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6943608736797609563</id><published>2009-10-06T23:36:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:08:46.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturalparentingcenter.typepad.com/natural_parenting_center/page/3/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i just came upon, she speaks everything i'm striving for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've studied non-violent communication, and it's so hard to practice it at every moment.  i want to teach without rewards/punishments.  i need a supportive community. so many times i feel like i have failed sofi; can i correct it?  how can i go back to school when i know they won't get this model without me?  how can i not go back to school when we need me to make an income eventually?  why would i ever make a decision based on money?  i want this sooo much and i need support.  but i want to be a physical therapist, too.  what do i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6943608736797609563?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6943608736797609563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6943608736797609563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6943608736797609563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/goal.html' title='the goal'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5646793952581518936</id><published>2009-10-06T21:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:32:38.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Does that moment ever hit you? That, "whoa, am I in the Matrix?" moment? I get that every now and again. A connection and awareness that's a tad-bit freaky. Today, driving down the highway, I passed a truck with a HUGE ad on its side. It read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"I'm different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I LOVE my job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;And it had a picture of a guy much like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SswLcnJcOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/i4KCGyVV5Wc/s1600-h/SmilingBob.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SswLcnJcOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/i4KCGyVV5Wc/s320/SmilingBob.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389695440228465186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please, tell me that creeps you out, too.  Insert cheesy smile here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5646793952581518936?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5646793952581518936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/matrix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5646793952581518936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5646793952581518936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/matrix.html' title='The Matrix'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SswLcnJcOiI/AAAAAAAAATs/i4KCGyVV5Wc/s72-c/SmilingBob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5880671418487046456</id><published>2009-10-04T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:15:50.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle While You Work</title><content type='html'>A clean room is a clean mind.  Time to play catch-up.  Time to de-clutter and restore.  I don't know about you, but I can't think and I don't sleep well when everything is in disarray.  BUT, keeping this place clean is a real challenge with Taz, the Tasmanian, tornado-ing through it.  One lazy night off of picking-up and the next day's chores are overwhelmingly daunting.  I need a better system.  What's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5880671418487046456?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5880671418487046456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/whistle-while-you-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5880671418487046456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5880671418487046456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle While You Work'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8528426629987074566</id><published>2009-10-03T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:32:28.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Generations</title><content type='html'>Weekly gatherings, reconnecting, replenishing, supporting.  Somewhere along the way this country's culture has lost the old world's sense of family, extended family.  We're encouraged to leave the nest, get a good job no matter where it might take us, let our parents spend their final days in a nursing home (lest they burden us).  Our culture emphasizes the value of work.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel privileged to have experienced other cultures.  Cultures where you work to live, not live to work, where generations gather every Sunday afternoon for a big family meal and camaraderie.  They can do this because they have chosen to stay close, because they value family and history.  While being so involved in each other's lives can have its downsides (think &lt;i&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/i&gt;), it also has the love, support, and community that we all need.  And, where do you find better stories than those of your own family?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes a village to raise a child; your family is the start of your village.  When we leave our families in search of greener pastures or the American Dream, we're forced to create a new village with no history or no village at all.  My family didn't have much of a village; I didn't know my grandparents, and my aunts/uncles/cousins were distant acquaintances.  I want this connection for my children... to know their roots, to have expectations from people other than us, to learn life lessons from many teachers.  I cherish every weekend that we take the kids to grandma &amp;amp; grandad's house, and I know the girls cherish it, too.  I don't know if we'll be able to maintain this physical proximity, but it is our goal.  I want to grow old with my parents, my sister, and my kids... to instill &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;, unconditional family, in my children.  What could be more important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8528426629987074566?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8528426629987074566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/generations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8528426629987074566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8528426629987074566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/generations.html' title='Generations'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-9067729640281313204</id><published>2009-10-01T21:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:03:33.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Such an amazing day.  You can't script this kind of day.  Sofi woke up WAY too early, early enough to see her "daddy-o" before he left to teach.  She was so distraught about him leaving.  She wanted him to stay home.  She didn't want him to go out in the dark; she was worried.  She wanted him to hold her tight all morning, all day.  We finally had to break them apart with the promise that we would visit him at lunch.  She was happy with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this time I was thinking, "oh boy, we're gonna have a rough day," on account of her not getting enough sleep.  But, then, she came back to bed with me and her baby sister, and fell asleep (for TWO more hours, yippee!).  When she woke, you better believe she remembered our promise.  Every two minutes, "are we going to daddy-o's school today?", "are we going to have lunch with him?".  So, on this impromptu lunch date, I decided to make a little picnic.  We arrived at his school (she was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited, and my enthusiasm equaled hers internally) and had a whopping twenty minutes of daddy time and yummys.  When we left she said, {{sigh}}, "It was such a special treat to get to see daddy at lunch today."  Already a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, I remembered, "It's daddy's &lt;a href="http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/thrift-store-find.html"&gt;un-birthday&lt;/a&gt;!"  Oh, the excitement.  What should we do?  Sofi, "we should bake a cake."  Why, yes we should!  "And we should get him a present."  Yes, indeed!  We concocted a carrot cake surprise; now, what could we make as a gift?  Maybe a sweet homemade card.  But those skills are not my strongest, I've already used my &lt;a href="http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-card-for-special-someone.html"&gt;best card idea&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe something easily hand-sewn like the little felt birdie I made Sofi.  I know, a felt heart... with a pocket... with tiny, fortune-style, notes about why we love him (must have been channeling &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;Amanda Soule&lt;/a&gt;).  Done and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsV-GTflqTI/AAAAAAAAATk/wseuK74oL5A/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsV-GTflqTI/AAAAAAAAATk/wseuK74oL5A/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851175995746610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he walked in the door, he was greeted by, "Happy Un-birthday to you..." and an anxious two-year old with her heart in her hand.  So much love you could burst.  Still such an amazing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsV-F1jW1II/AAAAAAAAATc/A8o2R42_Cq0/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsV-F1jW1II/AAAAAAAAATc/A8o2R42_Cq0/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851167958488194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad that I had to leave the festivities to teach my regular Spinning (indoor cycling) class, I headed out the door.  The class was pretty full for this time of year, yay!  An older woman sat smack-dab in the center of class, directly in front of me.  She didn't do half the things I offered them and that didn't bother me, but with a frown on her face, I anticipated some post-class complaints of the music being too loud or the class to hard, etc.  &lt;i&gt;Never&lt;/i&gt; judge a book by its cover... &lt;i&gt;Weekends,&lt;/i&gt; by the Black Eyed Peas came on my mix, and I kid you not, this wonderful woman started dancing on her bike.  Not a timid bop your head or shrug your shoulders, she full-out raised the roof!  And at the end of class, I got a, "That was outstanding," from a member.  Yes it was... An Out-friggin'-standing Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-9067729640281313204?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/9067729640281313204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/outstanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/9067729640281313204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/9067729640281313204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/10/outstanding.html' title='Outstanding'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsV-GTflqTI/AAAAAAAAATk/wseuK74oL5A/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6415205530061784386</id><published>2009-09-30T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:03:00.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvement/ Maintenance</title><content type='html'>Ways I want to be a better mother, wife , friend...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ patience (always more), especially with people other than my girls... role-model patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ provide more creative experiences for the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ cook dinner every night (rely less on help from Jas)... maybe find prep time the night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ get back to surprise un-birthdays (starting &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;, lucky papa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ make the call, don't let others be the sole maintenance of a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ write letters, not emails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ focus on right here, right now... s l o w  d o w n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ revitalize Friday night comedy with Jas (there must be a saying that starts... "couples that laugh together, ...")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ recognize behind the eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in such a great place right now, on a real high.  I want to hold that.  "They say" that getting the weight off isn't the hard part, maintaining the new weight is.  I think that's true of any behavioral change.  We can probably do anything for one day, it's staying consistent that's the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very aware of our mortality.  I think about it often (and if you want a great book, check out &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Year to Live&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen Levine).  Every time a negative interaction encroaches upon us, I get a glimpse of "what if this was our end?", and I remind myself to focus on what matters.  I don't remember where I heard it, but "each day is a gift, not a given right."  I'd like something that visually reminds us of that every day we rise.  Today was a gift, and if tomorrow never came, I'd be okay with our last exchange.  If tomorrow comes, though, I'll take the opportunity to make it even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6415205530061784386?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6415205530061784386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/improvement-maintenance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6415205530061784386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6415205530061784386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/improvement-maintenance.html' title='Improvement/ Maintenance'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6755888667704567829</id><published>2009-09-29T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:27:53.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The death rate for people who play it safe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for people who live boldly is the same, 100%."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Patti Digh, &lt;em&gt;Life is a Verb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsMHzOFRMDI/AAAAAAAAATU/tw5f2l4-2WM/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387158155800162354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsMHzOFRMDI/AAAAAAAAATU/tw5f2l4-2WM/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6755888667704567829?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6755888667704567829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6755888667704567829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6755888667704567829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote.html' title='Quotable'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SsMHzOFRMDI/AAAAAAAAATU/tw5f2l4-2WM/s72-c/IMG_2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-7327011300240047792</id><published>2009-09-28T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:04:01.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>We aren't big fans of our current 'hood.  We haven't met many stable people.  However, today, the girls and I made new friends.  Wandering around the quad as we often do, an older woman was outside her home sweeping her porch.  She started the conversation, and it started with your typical talk of the kids and the weather, and soon turned into many connections.  This wonderfully pleasant and kind woman is originally from Argentina, Rosario to be exact.  When I was fifteen, I was an exchange student in Argentina, Rosario to be exact.  Amazing!  Her name is Italian so we had a nice discussion about my study abroad in Italy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon met her husband and Sofi practiced counting to ten in Spanish with them.  They are so sweet!  They moved here to be close to their kids and grandkids, and now they have all moved to other parts of the States, so these lovely folks are lonely (especially for little ones).  Making connections like this is so invigorating.  What shall I make them as a neighborly gesture?  Muffins, homemade bread (a new adventure I've taken on that I will post about soon), cookies, hmmm?  I can't wait to learn more about this fantastic couple, and listen to their castellano accents, &lt;em&gt;so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!  I suppose there is hope for this neighborhood.  Of course, this comes just in time for us to move soon... better late than, well, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-7327011300240047792?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/7327011300240047792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7327011300240047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7327011300240047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8896524863123874367</id><published>2009-09-27T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:44:56.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool or Grad School</title><content type='html'>An ongoing debate in my mind whether to return to my doctorate studies or not.  But, if not, then what shall I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some career paths I believe I'm qualified for:&lt;br /&gt;++ Research Assistant, University&lt;br /&gt;++ Research Assistant, Biotech&lt;br /&gt;++ Science or Math Teacher&lt;br /&gt;++ Personal Trainer/ Fitness Instructor&lt;br /&gt;++ Group Fitness Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the careers I am most interested in:&lt;br /&gt;++ Physical Therapist&lt;br /&gt;++ Entrepreneur, own craft line&lt;br /&gt;++ Entrepreneur, own sewing/craft boutique&lt;br /&gt;++ Preschool Teacher, Waldorf style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the first list gets me super-excited.  Physical therapy is my most-desired career, and requires the greatest investment in time and finances.  Being a Waldorf teacher is incredibly appealing, but would necessitate moving out of state and two solid years of study.  Although, I could then ensure my children the education I want for them.  I have a feeling my entrepreneurial spirit will come alive once I finally choose my career path.  I will either eventually own a PT clinic or start a preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will do well once I focus my mind.  Right now, PT is my answer, but I'm leaving myself open to change.  This issue used to bother me so much more before I knew we were buying a house.  I think because I knew that we would not be in the position to buy a house until I was really contributing to the income flow; but now that we've discovered we can buy without me working, my options feel less restrained.  I feel less guilty about returning to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8896524863123874367?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8896524863123874367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-or-grad-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8896524863123874367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8896524863123874367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-or-grad-school.html' title='Preschool or Grad School'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-7917897150079250449</id><published>2009-09-26T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:46:05.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Necessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;food + water + sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy, not irritable, healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my daughter and i have much in common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps i should keep my own inventory as well as hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-7917897150079250449?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/7917897150079250449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/necessities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7917897150079250449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7917897150079250449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/necessities.html' title='The Necessities'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-276594637932048763</id><published>2009-09-25T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:38:25.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Own...</title><content type='html'>Living in a small space for a family of four, relatively, I feel like we don't have that much stuff. But, when I look around, we have things everywhere. We've moved so many times that we've gotten rid of many things, too. I'd love to go back to the time when Jason and I had everything we needed in the trunk of our car, and we were free to travel the country. To have that mobility, that was freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're about to go under contract on our first home. I have such mixed feelings about this. Half of me is so excited to finally be in &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; own home, and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the new neighborhood, and I know it's what we're &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to do with kids. The other half is mourning the loss of the little bit of rebellion we ever had. We've never wanted to follow the path that everyone follows, that your &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to follow; but, gradually that's what we've done, nonetheless. I love our life together, and I know this will be best for us, but I can't help worrying that these things will end up owning us. Stuff everywhere cripples my mind. We're moving to an equally small space, so I know we won't accumulate much more, but I wish I had the courage to go bare bones. Every time I manage to rid us of another thing, though, there is something we "need" to buy. There is always &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;thing. I am grateful for everything we have and will soon have, I just hope it doesn't hold us back, and stop us from focusing on our dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-276594637932048763?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/276594637932048763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-you-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/276594637932048763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/276594637932048763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-you-own.html' title='The Things You Own...'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-3463088784664559408</id><published>2009-09-24T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:44:18.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Journal Challenge</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been questioning my blogging intention.  Am I blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;for personal use? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to meet kindred spirits? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to join the pack of stay-at-home mom bloggers? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to keep our extended family updated on our happenings? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to encourage me to launch my own business?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to satisfy some narcissistic need?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to vent?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to feel less lonely, more connected?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The answer is yes.  All of the above and probably more.  Well, it's time to redirect this blog to a wholehearted narcissistic offering... an online journal.  Journaling has always calmed me down, led me to answers, and unweighted my shoulders.  BUT, I can't seem to stick to it on paper.  Since I have this here blog, and I'm not so inspired lately as to what to fill it with, I challenge myself to journal in this forum every day for the next month.  If I succeed, perhaps I will challenge myself to another month, or manage to commit to a journal on paper, or just give myself a big pat on the back.  I'm a little nervous to unload this information on the "interwebs" (quoting a dear friend), but really, what do I have to hide anyway?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nada, and that's what this first entry is about.  Am I boring?  I've always been the good girl, never got in trouble, valedictorian, faithful friend, long-term relationships.  Because of this role, I have long been terrified of being boring, uninteresting.   I've also always been the Listener, and thus, I've never developed the gift of gab or wittiness.  Yes, I'm known to be quite hard on myself, so I probably over-react.  But, chances are if you ask me what I did last weekend, I won't be able to answer.  Why?  Because, a) I can't remember, even when it might have been an extra-ordinary weekend, and b) I probably have developed this sort-of short-term memory loss to prevent me from having to talk about myself.  If you ask me how I am, I almost always answer with an attempt at sounding energetic, "Good, how are you?" with a big smile.  It's my default, because honestly, this question makes me uncomfortable.  It means, "let's start a conversation," and that unleashes the beat-up beast that says, "you have nothing interesting to say."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know everyone (well, maybe not Zen masters) has that "voice" that occasionally or constantly, depending on the person, beats you up.  All the books in the world haven't swallowed that voice.  But, really, that's all it is, a voice, my voice.  While I may be boring on any given day, that doesn't mean I'm a boring person.  I've done quite a few things, been quite a few places, explored quite a few thoughts.  In so many other ways, I am confident.  Why did I get bit with the social anxiety bug?  I've improved over the years, so I guess I'll keep improving.  Hey, maybe I'll be that 90 year old social butterfly.  That could be interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-3463088784664559408?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/3463088784664559408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/online-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3463088784664559408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3463088784664559408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/online-journal.html' title='Online Journal Challenge'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-1018672055213146481</id><published>2009-09-05T10:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:02:09.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Relative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Apparently "soon" is a relative term, sorry about that.  Alas, the long awaited results of functional inspiration.  Those cutey-pie fabrics are now cutey-pie potholders!  Oh yes, I made a little birdie with matching birdhouse.  Silly, I know, but I couldn't bring myself to make plain-ole square ones.  These come complete with a back pocket to stuff your hand in (a feature I cannot do without in my potholders; the fear of singeing the back of my hand is as great as the fear of singeing my fingers or palm).  What do you think?  Maybe there is an ounce of creativity in this left-trained brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU2TZCJeI/AAAAAAAAASU/rhwXfpyXoow/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU2TZCJeI/AAAAAAAAASU/rhwXfpyXoow/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378024565672912354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND... what were those potholders inspired by?  A need (also a relative term) to separate the kitchen from the laundry area.  Coordinating curtain and potholders, a little matchy-matchy, but a LOT of F.. U... N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU1_UIhrI/AAAAAAAAASM/HZYQ7PLhgcY/s1600-h/DSCN0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU1_UIhrI/AAAAAAAAASM/HZYQ7PLhgcY/s320/DSCN0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378024560283649714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now to digress completely from our previous subject, I am in love with a woman.  A woman who can cook.  Her name is Giada.  She gave me this &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/parmesan-potato-pancake-recipe/index.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt;, and we devoured it last night!  Parmesan (or as Sofi would correct, "Not parmesan, parmigiano reggiano!") Potato Pancakes, aka Fancy, Yummy Hashbrowns; if you need an excuse to eat breakfast any time of day then call these Parmesan Potato Pie, but then you might need an excuse to eat dessert for a meal.  We, however, do not need excuses to eat breakfast or dessert all day, any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU1QyDhvI/AAAAAAAAASE/lfVPGs6VFFs/s1600-h/DSCN0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU1QyDhvI/AAAAAAAAASE/lfVPGs6VFFs/s1600-h/DSCN0856.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU1QyDhvI/AAAAAAAAASE/lfVPGs6VFFs/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378024547792684786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you have a labor-less Labor Day Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-1018672055213146481?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/1018672055213146481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-relative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/1018672055213146481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/1018672055213146481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-relative.html' title='It&apos;s All Relative'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKU2TZCJeI/AAAAAAAAASU/rhwXfpyXoow/s72-c/DSCN0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5454226652160984214</id><published>2009-09-01T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:39:37.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sp31g31KHRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P71jLSAGjxM/s1600-h/DSCN0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sp31g31KHRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P71jLSAGjxM/s320/DSCN0848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376723475241770258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These adorable fabrics will be revealed as some &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;, fun, functional goodies.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5454226652160984214?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5454226652160984214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5454226652160984214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5454226652160984214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sp31g31KHRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P71jLSAGjxM/s72-c/DSCN0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-125409952140427965</id><published>2009-09-01T00:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:59:50.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezing Out What's Left of Summer</title><content type='html'>The highs these days are getting lower, temperature I mean.  I'm still clinging to the idea that scorching hot weather is yet to come, although I know Fall is on the brink.  Hence the reason I took the girls to play in the ice-cold water fountain at the park today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long morning of fun in the sun, alas, it ended with fits and cries that we should never leave.  I hate having to interrupt her excitement, but a mama knows when a babe needs sleep.  Obviously, I let her play a little too long today, which is why we ended up in a battle of wills.  The finale looked like this: a naked child screaming and running toward the fountain, and a mama with a towel chasing her.  Finally, I had to just pick her up kicking and screaming in order to leave.  But, because of all this commotion, we left her shoes at the water fountain.  Observant mama that I am, I didn't even realize until we got to the store.  So, another drive to the fountain crossing my fingers that when she saw it again the tears &amp;amp; screams would stay at bay.  And, they did; And, the shoes were still there (phew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDZt3MjLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eC7ZkQdL6Es/s1600-h/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDZt3MjLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eC7ZkQdL6Es/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386901748780210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDZPKEaRI/AAAAAAAAARs/cyCjaYgrnjo/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDZPKEaRI/AAAAAAAAARs/cyCjaYgrnjo/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386893506439442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDYrnWx4I/AAAAAAAAARk/efAgh5ZRx1c/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDYrnWx4I/AAAAAAAAARk/efAgh5ZRx1c/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386883965601666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-125409952140427965?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/125409952140427965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/squeezing-out-whats-left-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/125409952140427965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/125409952140427965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/09/squeezing-out-whats-left-of-summer.html' title='Squeezing Out What&apos;s Left of Summer'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpzDZt3MjLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eC7ZkQdL6Es/s72-c/DSCN0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5291202352844186091</id><published>2009-08-26T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:30:42.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures from the Past</title><content type='html'>I adore old things.  Things with a history, a story, that connect us to our families.  Watching my girls play on this blanket is very sentimental.  Jason's mother made this blanket for his cousin after his cousin was born.  Jason's mother passed-away almost 22 years ago.  He has spent more of his life without her than with her.  I feel nostalgic looking at this blanket for a woman I never got to meet, but whom I know through stories and through the man she molded.  I wonder what she would think of this little family we have concocted.  She would think her son was an incredible father and that his family is so lucky to have him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpYRNxWwN5I/AAAAAAAAARc/soVV-THdc8g/s1600-h/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpYRNxWwN5I/AAAAAAAAARc/soVV-THdc8g/s320/DSCN0812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374502133598009234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my side of our tree, we have acquired the dishes that I grew up with.  I'm so excited to now own these.  My mother was holding onto them for no apparent reason after finally purchasing a new set a couple years ago.  She offered to let us have them.  I love how sturdy and simple these dishes are, but mostly I love their story.  Back in Christmas 1980, my dad wanted to surprise my mom with something special, something she really wanted.  So late at night, he and a family friend set up a new dining table and chairs dressed with placemats, napkins, and this dish set!  My mom was completely floored when she awoke on Christmas Day to this incredible &amp;amp; sneaky gift.  They used these dishes for over 25 years!!  I hope we can hold onto them for that long. *They still use the same dining table!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpYRNJ4pW-I/AAAAAAAAARU/SIEnwQBq6XU/s1600-h/DSCN0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpYRNJ4pW-I/AAAAAAAAARU/SIEnwQBq6XU/s320/DSCN0816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374502123002747874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5291202352844186091?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5291202352844186091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/treasures-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5291202352844186091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5291202352844186091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/treasures-from-past.html' title='Treasures from the Past'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpYRNxWwN5I/AAAAAAAAARc/soVV-THdc8g/s72-c/DSCN0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-4379323681436716511</id><published>2009-08-25T01:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:40:46.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Product Tags/Labels</title><content type='html'>Inadvertently, I received my first (non-&lt;a href="http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-sail-away-come-sail-away.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;) order for textile goods.  A co-worker with a new baby requested that I make her a &lt;a href="http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-weekend.html"&gt;nursing cover&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mayawrap.com/n_sewsling.php"&gt;maya wrap&lt;/a&gt;, and she wanted to pay me.  Of course, I've been asked to make all sorts of things, but not for profit.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got to thinking that you never know where things might lead and that maybe it would be a good idea to create a label for my "products."  I didn't come up with any great solutions until I remembered the fabric "paper" that you can print on.  So, I went to my local JoAnn's and got a pack of &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/catalog.jsp?CATID=cat3777&amp;amp;PRODID=prd1024"&gt;printable fabric&lt;/a&gt;, drew my own design and scanned it onto my computer, laid it out with adequate spacing between labels for sewing-on, and printed my design onto cloth!  How cool is that!!  This particular fabric has you wait for the ink to dry, then rinse it in cold water, dab (don't rub) with a paper towel, and dry with your iron on a dry setting at a high temp.  Well, the red in my design ran a little bit when I rinsed it so I probably should've waited longer for the ink to dry (I only waited about 15mins), but it didn't run enough to ruin the labels.  They still look cute, just with a very light pink hue to the background :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpWaSZ4QhkI/AAAAAAAAARM/QqrV1722twM/s1600-h/DSCN0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpWaSZ4QhkI/AAAAAAAAARM/QqrV1722twM/s320/DSCN0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374371371311728194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I machine-appliqued (tight zig-zag stitched) the label onto each item.  Now... to get more orders???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-4379323681436716511?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/4379323681436716511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/personalized-product-tagslabels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4379323681436716511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4379323681436716511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/personalized-product-tagslabels.html' title='Personalized Product Tags/Labels'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SpWaSZ4QhkI/AAAAAAAAARM/QqrV1722twM/s72-c/DSCN0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5835482924333911472</id><published>2009-08-25T00:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:05:54.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocked It!</title><content type='html'>Just an FYI that I got the GRE done yesterday, and I did great!  Phew, so glad that's done.  I was ultra-happy to see good scores when I finished, because during the test I started to question whether I was smart enough for grad school (even though I already have a M.S.).  Seriously, not one word I studied for the verbal section appeared on the test; I thought I could've bombed it.  Then, quantitative, I didn't even get to the final question.  But, alas, the GRE tells me that I am smarter today than I was six years ago... so thankful *ha* that I am still growing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hurdle tackled; we celebrated by ordering pizza and getting store-bought brownies.  Now, on to admissions essays and letters of reference, yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5835482924333911472?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5835482924333911472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocked-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5835482924333911472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5835482924333911472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocked-it.html' title='Rocked It!'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-4946674483411209428</id><published>2009-08-20T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:00:50.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big List</title><content type='html'>So much is going on right now; the stress level is really high.  I have to take the GRE on Sunday for professional school that I may or may not end up attending, and I've had no time to study for it.  Our oldest is having a horrific time going to bed in the evening so it has become a 1-2 hour ordeal every night that leaves me with no energy to sit down in front of a book.  I've been looking for a job for the last couple months to no avail.  A couple options are in the works, but I've heard nothing definitive from either of them.  Then, if I get one of these jobs there is the stress of finding the right care provider for our girls.  I'm struggling to get through this time, but I know we will make it.  I feel like I've put us in a hole with no rope to climb out; it's going to take a lot of energy to get where we want to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just needed a moment to vent and maybe shed a tear or two.  Sorry, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-4946674483411209428?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/4946674483411209428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-big-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4946674483411209428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4946674483411209428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-big-list.html' title='Too Big List'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-576326193925808673</id><published>2009-08-13T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:03:59.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Year-Old Pictures</title><content type='html'>aka, pictures from our 2-year-old.  I have to admit when my cousin handed over her digital camera to our 2-y.o. like it was an old disposable purchased specifically for her enjoyment, I *cringed* knowing that she would never view our camera as off-limits again.  AND this has been proven true...  However, I must say that it is entirely too cool to now watch her frame pictures and see the world a bit from her perspective.  I can't bring myself to let her have our precious (&lt;i&gt;brand-new&lt;/i&gt;) camera whenever she desires, but when my patience is high it is very fun.  I may even invest in an ultra-cheap one for her own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8Rg-FWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/M_hhcKZfB-Q/s1600-h/DSCN0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8Rg-FWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/M_hhcKZfB-Q/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369694033570781890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8SB2PbWI/AAAAAAAAARA/jSISLv93CkM/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8SB2PbWI/AAAAAAAAARA/jSISLv93CkM/s320/DSCN0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369694042396257634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8RBc24sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gMxJ_VOkCSY/s1600-h/DSCN0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8RBc24sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gMxJ_VOkCSY/s320/DSCN0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369694025109922498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8Qp-d8SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sobgd9ypmrc/s1600-h/DSCN0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8Qp-d8SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sobgd9ypmrc/s320/DSCN0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369694018808443170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-576326193925808673?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/576326193925808673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-year-old-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/576326193925808673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/576326193925808673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-year-old-pictures.html' title='Two-Year-Old Pictures'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT8Rg-FWsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/M_hhcKZfB-Q/s72-c/DSCN0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-3752607957938194394</id><published>2009-08-13T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:42:45.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Baby Gear</title><content type='html'>I got on a kick and decided to try a couple more patterns for my two babes.  First, I rocked out a super-simple skirt for the big girl.  The &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2008/07/tutorial-market-skirt.html"&gt;tute&lt;/a&gt; calls it a Market Skirt; I call it a Twirling Skirt (sans pockets).  This is actually the first piece of clothing I have ever made for the girls.  I have had every intention of filling their wardrobe with unique homemade special-ness, but oh, how motherhood gets in the way (&lt;i&gt;shrug&lt;/i&gt;).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT48a0-ijI/AAAAAAAAAQY/c2kXPCKApJU/s1600-h/DSCN0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT48a0-ijI/AAAAAAAAAQY/c2kXPCKApJU/s320/DSCN0506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369690372609837618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I had to make this adorable hat with removable toy from Amy Butler's &lt;i&gt;Little Stitches for Little Ones&lt;/i&gt;.  Crazy silly, right?!  She has a butterfly velcroed to her forehead, love it!  (Look at those blue eyes; melt my heart.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT484ZRilI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wvJtsqq19wA/s1600-h/DSCN0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT484ZRilI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wvJtsqq19wA/s320/DSCN0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369690380546706002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-3752607957938194394?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/3752607957938194394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-baby-gear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3752607957938194394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3752607957938194394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-baby-gear.html' title='More Baby Gear'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SoT48a0-ijI/AAAAAAAAAQY/c2kXPCKApJU/s72-c/DSCN0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8605155191615610937</id><published>2009-08-07T23:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:50:52.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Fabric...</title><content type='html'>Goes A Long Way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0LwS6-fBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OTvG0wfhGGA/s1600-h/DSCN0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0LwS6-fBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OTvG0wfhGGA/s320/DSCN0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367459255236328466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original plan was to make a whole headboard out of this fabric, but after leaving this project sitting in my craft room for months, I finally decided to simplify and do a wall hanging.  I love how much color it adds to our neutral walls (one of the downsides of renting; oh, how I long to paint walls as our &lt;a href="http://k-ronsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-wall-at-time.html"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; are doing in their new home).  Next I just need to make some new pillows to pop the king-size bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do this, I simply purchased some wood slats from Michael's (you can probably get them from any craft or art store) that have been pre-cut to fit together.  I chose the lengths I wanted, and then put the frame together.  To hold it together, I simply stapled around each joint.  Then I stretched two layers of batting over the frame and stapled them to the back.  I followed that by stretching the fabric over the frame, and then I folded the raw edges of the fabric under before stapling to the back of the frame.  Next, hang it up!  Ten or fifteen minute, $10-$15 project, easily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8605155191615610937?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8605155191615610937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-fabric.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8605155191615610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8605155191615610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-fabric.html' title='A Little Fabric...'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0LwS6-fBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OTvG0wfhGGA/s72-c/DSCN0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-4225063466255587597</id><published>2009-08-07T22:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:10:57.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of My Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dancing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0Gmv8eJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/x82F82vnar4/s1600-h/DSCN0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0Gmv8eJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/x82F82vnar4/s320/DSCN0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367453593670395730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new', fantasy;font-size:large;"&gt;Chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0G2oqcyUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PInONfXW1PE/s1600-h/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0G2oqcyUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PInONfXW1PE/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367453866593667394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when you go without dear chocolate for a few days.  You make a whole loaf of chocolate-walnut bread (come on, who are we kidding, it's cake, but doesn't bread "sound" healthier?), and eat it ALL.  Dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-4225063466255587597?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/4225063466255587597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-of-my-favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4225063466255587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4225063466255587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-of-my-favorites.html' title='Two of My Favorites'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0Gmv8eJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/x82F82vnar4/s72-c/DSCN0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8720256774310723447</id><published>2009-08-01T01:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:56:40.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Booty"-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP2iTTt6eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CxCSWFQD-zg/s1600-h/DSCN0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP2iTTt6eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CxCSWFQD-zg/s320/DSCN0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364902650287352290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0FWNMKqHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qVQLOhtmoOo/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sn0FWNMKqHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qVQLOhtmoOo/s320/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367452209951451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The urge to decorate my 4-month-old's feet has come on strong recently. I have made 3 pairs of booties in the last few days. The first pair failed with a faulty pattern that made them waaaay too big (hence they will not be featured). The second pair (green &amp;amp; grey) are quite cute, but do not wear well. The third pair (elephants, my fav) are perfect. A girl can never have too many shoes, right? We start 'em young around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP2h_BfvpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XsRVnLc6lfc/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP2h_BfvpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XsRVnLc6lfc/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364902644842217106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my trusty helper practicing pinning her fabric.  I can't wait for the day when I'm helping her with her own projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8720256774310723447?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8720256774310723447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/booty-licious.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8720256774310723447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8720256774310723447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/booty-licious.html' title='&quot;Booty&quot;-licious'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP2iTTt6eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CxCSWFQD-zg/s72-c/DSCN0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6196857093520965402</id><published>2009-08-01T01:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:55:30.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pea Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our experience with the CSA has many benefits thus far. Exceptional, organic produce; more than we can eat; and a new form of meditation. That's right, meditation. I started experimenting with it years ago, but I've never been able to commit to a method. Well, I've found it, shucking English peas. This task couldn't possibly be more relaxing and calming. A slow, repetitive task that forces you to look at something beautiful. The feeling that you are one with your food and connected to the earth. I could do this all day. We all could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP0y6s2QgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WoS1F-nqKWU/s1600-h/DSCN0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP0y6s2QgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WoS1F-nqKWU/s320/DSCN0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364900736716390914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP0yutjc2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/HipcqEWFiQM/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP0yutjc2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/HipcqEWFiQM/s320/DSCN0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364900733498127202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6196857093520965402?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6196857093520965402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/pea-meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6196857093520965402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6196857093520965402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/08/pea-meditation.html' title='Pea Meditation'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SnP0y6s2QgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WoS1F-nqKWU/s72-c/DSCN0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-7153977361358194025</id><published>2009-07-20T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:44:03.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Sail Away, Come Sail Away</title><content type='html'>I'm not typically the type to leave a project unfinished and come back to it.  That's probably why I don't take on too many big projects.  It's kind of like unwrapping presents; I've never been patient enough to wait.  I get too excited to see my finished result that I can't just let it go.  Hence the reason I pulled an all-nighter last night.  I couldn't stop, and granted I should be a little faster at this by now, but alas I am not.  I'm loving the result and am hoping that the recipient will find it the perfect sailing companion.  Notice all the internal pockets plus a cell phone pocket on the outside... I had no idea how much I liked making pleats until this project!  Now if I can rally another all-nighter, I might get to have one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTc730F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0uSbD3sNd8I/s1600-h/DSCN0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTc730F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0uSbD3sNd8I/s320/DSCN0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360782688027678642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTdBNs8PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mGG-fdmawEI/s1600-h/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTdBNs8PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mGG-fdmawEI/s320/DSCN0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360782689461661938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTdY7I4xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hMG1dYFLUlA/s1600-h/DSCN0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTdY7I4xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hMG1dYFLUlA/s320/DSCN0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360782695826252562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-7153977361358194025?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/7153977361358194025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-sail-away-come-sail-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7153977361358194025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7153977361358194025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-sail-away-come-sail-away.html' title='Come Sail Away, Come Sail Away'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmVTc730F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0uSbD3sNd8I/s72-c/DSCN0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-2407673564091947817</id><published>2009-07-19T21:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:09:22.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><content type='html'>We finally got our new camera.  Ultimately it was a blessing in disguise.  This new camera is an upgrade - for sure- and luckily, we didn't lose any pictures from our old camera since I had just transferred them all (phew).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to the busy-ness... One of the things I love about living in a "city" is all the free activities, especially during summer.  This was a really fun weekend.  The City of Aurora puts on KidSpree every year, and it is filled with fun and excitement, and completely free.  They have all the standard festival stuff, plus booths like "Musical Petting Zoo" where you get to put your hands (&amp;amp; mouths) on instruments, Tot Town where you get to paint your own cardboard house, and a big maze to wander through (that was MY favorite).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmP6sUNCE7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/D5b3FliOiLM/s1600-h/KidSpree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmP6sUNCE7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/D5b3FliOiLM/s320/KidSpree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360403620745581490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we enjoyed another night of Jazz in the Park.  It doesn't get much better than live music, picnic blankets, pasta salad, cherries, white wine, warm air, and a whole community hangin' together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmP5wBBJRbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WrzGKB74drk/s1600-h/DSCN0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmP5wBBJRbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WrzGKB74drk/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402584803296690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmPx9VtuS9I/AAAAAAAAANo/x8lF60Uztp4/s1600-h/DSCN0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmPx9VtuS9I/AAAAAAAAANo/x8lF60Uztp4/s320/DSCN0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360394017604258770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that the weekend is over, I have to get to work.  On my list right now is a big shoulder bag to accompany my mother on her next two sailing trips, and my first quilt.  This will be probably the world's simplest quilt.  We have so many receiving blankets that I've decided to make a quilt of just big blocks of each to turn them into something more useful.  I have no idea how to quilt... I'll just wing it... Cross your fingers that it turns out okay (eek).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-2407673564091947817?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/2407673564091947817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-business.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2407673564091947817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2407673564091947817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SmP6sUNCE7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/D5b3FliOiLM/s72-c/KidSpree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5647452555511519424</id><published>2009-07-09T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:11:34.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Coming</title><content type='html'>We had an incredible 4th of July weekend, including two art festivals, fireworks, and &lt;a href="http://www.cityparkjazz.org/"&gt;jazz in the park&lt;/a&gt;...BUT, we also managed to lose our trusty camera.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was extremely excited to win the one I wanted in an eBay auction, and after my paypal payment was completed, I received this message from the seller... sketchy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;"hey look im really sorry i know you were looking forward to the camera, but i opened it to make sure it works and the battery doesnt charge and i dont want to sell u a bad product im sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, a new camera is finally on order from the well-trusted amazon.  It will be a short while before I have pictures to share with you again, but please keep coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5647452555511519424?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5647452555511519424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5647452555511519424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5647452555511519424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-coming.html' title='Camera Coming'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-83106922498474588</id><published>2009-07-03T21:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:24:59.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An interesting summer so far.  We've pretty much been able to count on the afternoon thunderstorm every day. The days are gorgeous, getting up to the high 80's and 90's, then sometime in the late afternoon/evening the dark clouds roll in and we are treated with bright bolts of lightning and loud, cracking thunder.  The storm only lasts about half an hour; enough time to cool things off for a comfortable night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the clouds haven't made their appearance these last few days, and we've all found ourselves missing them. Tonight, however, they did return, and we decided to make the most of them. At the first crackle...crackle...BOOM..., out we headed in our raincoats to jump in puddles and sing and dance Gene Kelly style, for the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; whopping 15 minutes of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U-hxiycI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5MjggxG_sgI/s1600-h/IMG_5965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U-hxiycI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5MjggxG_sgI/s320/IMG_5965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354451177673247170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U957Vn9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/C3lvZBO1fA0/s1600-h/IMG_5969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U957Vn9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/C3lvZBO1fA0/s320/IMG_5969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354451166976909266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U9uBFsxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rGXxXHYHHgU/s1600-h/IMG_5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U9uBFsxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rGXxXHYHHgU/s320/IMG_5980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354451163779805970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until, again, the sun shone, and in we headed to play that famous scene.  "I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain! What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again!"  Just in case you lost your copy, send thanks to YouTube. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmCpOKtN8ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmCpOKtN8ME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-83106922498474588?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/83106922498474588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/singin-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/83106922498474588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/83106922498474588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/singin-in-rain.html' title='Singin&apos; in the Rain'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk7U-hxiycI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5MjggxG_sgI/s72-c/IMG_5965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-4878214296376320339</id><published>2009-07-02T22:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:24:56.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cold in the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Catching a cold in the summer makes no sense; why do they call it a "cold" anyway? At any rate, that's where I am right now... blech!  On the other hand, maybe I caught a cold because I finally got to try a spicy &lt;a href="http://sustainablepantry.com/2009/06/16/kohlrabi-curry/"&gt;Kohlrabi Curry recipe&lt;/a&gt; I've been eyeing.  There is nothing better than spicy food to clear the sinuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our CSA treated us with two kohlrabi (kohlrabis?) this week.  I hadn't even heard of this vegetable until I came across it on another &lt;a href="http://sustainablepantry.com/2009/06/16/kohlrabi-curry/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; recently, and I was so intrigued I hoped we would get some from our farm.  And what do ya know, there it was in our box.  Kohlrabi not only has the coolest name out there for a vegetable, it is also scrumptious.  If you haven't discovered this nutritious, tasty veg, check it out at your farmer's market or local whole foods store, and add it to your repertoire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk2VajyYmMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ORb8dIimNpo/s1600-h/IMG_5960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk2VajyYmMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ORb8dIimNpo/s320/IMG_5960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099815529093314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kohlrabi are those two bulbs on the left, and the curry turned out fab!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-4878214296376320339?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/4878214296376320339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-in-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4878214296376320339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/4878214296376320339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-in-summer.html' title='Cold in the Summer'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sk2VajyYmMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ORb8dIimNpo/s72-c/IMG_5960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-1161496044377292272</id><published>2009-07-01T10:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:11:43.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Wouldn't Give...</title><content type='html'>To Go See This Show!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvMANGrvJI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvMANGrvJI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or visit Jacob's Pillow in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-1161496044377292272?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/1161496044377292272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-wouldn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/1161496044377292272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/1161496044377292272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-wouldn.html' title='What I Wouldn&apos;t Give...'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-3333813389104756504</id><published>2009-06-30T21:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:35:22.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>My Husband Can Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going vegan, that's when we really learned how to cook.  Vegan food is some of the tastiest out there, because it uses fresh fruits/vegetables and lots of different spices.  A whole world of spice opened up to us when we went vegan.  Well, we couldn't keep the veganism going, however, and we reverted to vegetarianism, but the cooking lessons learned have stayed with us.  I think Jason is a better cook than me, much more intuitive.  I'm lucky to have a man that loves to make me meals.  Tonight I was pleasantly surprised after returning home *ravished* from teaching a cycling class; Jason had made the most perfect summer meal.  Because it is so simple and so extremely delicious, I will share it with you here...  Note: these measurements are not exact, as he just "did a little of this and a little of that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Corn and Cilantro Pesto Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 oz. whole-wheat rotini pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 ears of corn, steamed &amp;amp; chilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parmigiano-reggiano cheese, grated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boil the pasta in salted water.  Slice the corn off the cobs.  Top the pasta with cilantro pesto (below), chilled corn, and a generous amount of parmigiano cheese.  Grab a spot on the deck &amp;amp; enjoy in the cool evening breeze of summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cilantro Pesto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c. basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 c. cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c. pine nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp. dried mint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp. pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 T. lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 cloves garlic, roughly chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blend all ingredients in food processor, and add 1/2c. extra-virgin olive oil slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkrgzhT9k2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2CsZtzEIO8E/s1600-h/IMG_5945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkrgzhT9k2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2CsZtzEIO8E/s320/IMG_5945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353338282803303266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cilantro Pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skrg0HktT5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/TEq9r7bJMBc/s1600-h/IMG_5947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skrg0HktT5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/TEq9r7bJMBc/s320/IMG_5947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353338293074087826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could've gotten a picture that would do this dish justice.  You must try this; it is delectable!!  I am one lucky mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-3333813389104756504?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/3333813389104756504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-husband-can-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3333813389104756504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3333813389104756504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-husband-can-cook.html' title='My Husband Can Cook'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkrgzhT9k2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2CsZtzEIO8E/s72-c/IMG_5945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8813786695543709643</id><published>2009-06-30T00:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:54:13.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Summer Rhubarb Bread and a New German Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Receiving only a small share from our CSA means that we were lucky to get some rhubarb scraps (and by scraps I mean, thrown in the bottom of the bucket making us wonder if they mistook our box for a compost bin) recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4N6naEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vAPWBU1HyhU/s1600-h/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4N6naEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vAPWBU1HyhU/s320/IMG_5927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353007410496104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not having enough to make our beloved Rhubarb Crunch, I decided to try a Rhubarb Bread recipe from one of my all-time favorite cookbooks, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://govegan.net/home.html"&gt;How It All Vegan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  This bread was tart, soft, and delicious!  Best of all, it only used half the rhubarb we got, so I can make another loaf... score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4XBxffI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wSKHLgpOs3c/s1600-h/IMG_5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4XBxffI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wSKHLgpOs3c/s320/IMG_5931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353007412942044658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was recently introduced to a new German wine, and I'm in love.  Gewurtztraminer has been a long-time favorite, and now I can add Spatlese to the list.  You must try this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4rPc2LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XpH0sl5NZZ4/s1600-h/IMG_5942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4rPc2LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XpH0sl5NZZ4/s320/IMG_5942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353007418368121010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BTW, it happens to pair quite well with rhubarb bread.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8813786695543709643?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8813786695543709643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-summer-rhubarb-bread-and-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8813786695543709643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8813786695543709643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-summer-rhubarb-bread-and-new.html' title='Early Summer Rhubarb Bread and a New German Love'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skmz4N6naEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vAPWBU1HyhU/s72-c/IMG_5927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6344791258105910610</id><published>2009-06-29T13:27:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:55:15.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Kale Chips: A little laborious, but good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkkceC3w2cI/AAAAAAAAALY/mh1GCLa7M3s/s1600-h/IMG_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkkceC3w2cI/AAAAAAAAALY/mh1GCLa7M3s/s320/IMG_5914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352840934598957506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skkcdk1dONI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UKrnC48AwhE/s1600-h/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skkcdk1dONI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UKrnC48AwhE/s320/IMG_5917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352840926536218834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkkcdckzAYI/AAAAAAAAALI/X4Z00Mmhd1U/s1600-h/IMG_5926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkkcdckzAYI/AAAAAAAAALI/X4Z00Mmhd1U/s320/IMG_5926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352840924318859650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In our last CSA box we received a bunch of kale.  Having many other greens already, I wasn't sure what I wanted to make with this.  So, I did a little perusing of the world-wide-web, and came across this &lt;a href="http://28cooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/kale-chips-ive-been-seeing-recipes-for.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; from 28 Cooks.  They ARE a little work when considering they're a snack that's gone in a minute.  BUT, they still were scrumptious and healthy... and the crunch, you should hear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6344791258105910610?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6344791258105910610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/kale-chips.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6344791258105910610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6344791258105910610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/kale-chips.html' title='Kale Chips: A little laborious, but good'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkkceC3w2cI/AAAAAAAAALY/mh1GCLa7M3s/s72-c/IMG_5914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5910397081232272499</id><published>2009-06-28T21:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:56:02.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver PrideFest 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Half-naked men + hot sun + house beats + happy people = A FABulous GAY Day!!  Denver had an incredible turn-out for the support and awareness of GLBT issues.  All that love and un-inhibited atmosphere is freeing.  I'm sooo proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5esHdNZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zlITiUPdNcE/s1600-h/IMG_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5esHdNZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zlITiUPdNcE/s320/IMG_5877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591356531127698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5eSOPELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wH0Mcx4ShFw/s1600-h/IMG_5883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5eSOPELI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wH0Mcx4ShFw/s320/IMG_5883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591349580239026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5eAuy1QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OG0cROnuqGk/s1600-h/IMG_5884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5eAuy1QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OG0cROnuqGk/s320/IMG_5884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591344884962562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5dvDM2rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hzRXAQfFM8o/s1600-h/IMG_5887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5dvDM2rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hzRXAQfFM8o/s320/IMG_5887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591340138715826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5dWXLSuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c6HeNKaJ5TM/s1600-h/IMG_5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5dWXLSuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c6HeNKaJ5TM/s320/IMG_5889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352591333511613154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5910397081232272499?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5910397081232272499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/denver-pridefest-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5910397081232272499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5910397081232272499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/denver-pridefest-2009.html' title='Denver PrideFest 2009'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg5esHdNZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zlITiUPdNcE/s72-c/IMG_5877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-2144066177307527656</id><published>2009-06-27T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:06:32.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Toddler/ Tiny Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0oCrJXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_w8ZcZXo84g/s1600-h/IMG_5834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0oCrJXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_w8ZcZXo84g/s320/IMG_5834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586019647085906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0oosPR2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X0Bib7pFp-Q/s1600-h/IMG_5835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0oosPR2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X0Bib7pFp-Q/s320/IMG_5835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586029852215138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0o-TTjqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8jz6wV5uCzc/s1600-h/IMG_5839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0o-TTjqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8jz6wV5uCzc/s320/IMG_5839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586035653217954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0pb15r5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/eNK80FV4BFw/s1600-h/IMG_5844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0pb15r5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/eNK80FV4BFw/s320/IMG_5844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586043582951314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0pmNY98I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lm5IIluZbPE/s1600-h/IMG_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0pmNY98I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lm5IIluZbPE/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586046365824962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend we finally got around to visiting &lt;a href="http://www.tinytownrailroad.com/"&gt;Tiny Town&lt;/a&gt; in Morrison, CO.  This place was built in the 1920's, and it is definitely worth checking out.  Many of the houses/buildings are like super-over-sized doll houses, and then some are actually big enough for a toddler to enter.  Everything you would find in your local community is featured in this miniature town... from the local newspaper, to a hair salon, an auto dealer, a library, a greenhouse... nothing has been missed.  The buildings are impressive, but the miniature decor inside them is often even more impressive! Added bonuses: mini-train ride and playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-2144066177307527656?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/2144066177307527656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/giant-toddler-tiny-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2144066177307527656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2144066177307527656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/giant-toddler-tiny-town.html' title='Giant Toddler/ Tiny Town'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Skg0oCrJXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_w8ZcZXo84g/s72-c/IMG_5834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-2897284722663142429</id><published>2009-06-25T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:29:26.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Gorgeously Green</title><content type='html'>Our CSA Week 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPl5AlKelI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ISKzMaB12wY/s1600-h/IMG_5807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPl5AlKelI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ISKzMaB12wY/s320/IMG_5807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351373549817461330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say, our intake of leafy green vegetables has increased dramatically!  I was so excited to see kale in our box this week.  I've heard about how fantastic kale chips are, and I've been dying to try to make them.  I will let you know how they turn out!  One bonus with this farm is that they grow a ton of cilantro.  We use cilantro in so much of our cooking that getting a fresh batch every week is fabulous.  We're eating more spinach salads right now as we wait for the more traditional veggies and fruits to start coming.  The radishes are beautiful, but I still don't know the best way to use them.  If you happen to read this and have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also received garlic scapes which we knew nothing about ahead of time, but there is an awesome pesto recipe that the farm recommended.  I can't wait to try it!  Week 2, not a ton of variety, but we are already inspired and learning.  There is something that just feels right about eating with the season.  I think it makes each type of produce more special.  I can see us looking forward to the great treasures that every season brings since we will have gone without them for a while.  Absence does make the heart "grow" fonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-2897284722663142429?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/2897284722663142429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaggle-of-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2897284722663142429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/2897284722663142429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaggle-of-green.html' title='Gorgeously Green'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPl5AlKelI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ISKzMaB12wY/s72-c/IMG_5807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6985193859722982513</id><published>2009-06-25T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:00:48.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Card for a Special Someone</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to the best husband, friend, and father we could ever ask for.  I just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPlZp6mPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KFNYtszJOXg/s1600-h/IMG_5802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPlZp6mPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KFNYtszJOXg/s320/IMG_5802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351373011157400882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6985193859722982513?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6985193859722982513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-card-for-special-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6985193859722982513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6985193859722982513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-card-for-special-someone.html' title='Special Card for a Special Someone'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPlZp6mPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KFNYtszJOXg/s72-c/IMG_5802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5358029868504600956</id><published>2009-06-25T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:55:46.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured Moment</title><content type='html'>I will cherish this picture forever.  Sofi and Grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPkJco-tFI/AAAAAAAAAII/os8q4wn41Q0/s1600-h/IMG_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPkJco-tFI/AAAAAAAAAII/os8q4wn41Q0/s320/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351371633204311122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5358029868504600956?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5358029868504600956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/captured-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5358029868504600956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5358029868504600956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/captured-moment.html' title='Captured Moment'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPkJco-tFI/AAAAAAAAAII/os8q4wn41Q0/s72-c/IMG_5636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-7769836838061594946</id><published>2009-06-25T14:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:07:47.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Un-birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have a tradition in our family of celebrating each other throughout the year.  While the standard hallmark holidays are great, we feel one day is not enough to show we're thinking of each other.  So, we've developed the un-birthday.  We may do something nice for someone or get them a present that's just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; for them, but it's always a surprise... "Happy Un-birthday"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I just happened across this stellar find at the thrift store.  As grandma-in-law would say, "I just couldn't afford not to buy it!"  Seriously, it rocks (in both senses of the word)!  Happy Un-birthday, Sofi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPilGSp9pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ueBaptNPQtM/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPilGSp9pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ueBaptNPQtM/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351369909218178706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPik-WWfWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kwQR9c0wc1E/s1600-h/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPik-WWfWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kwQR9c0wc1E/s320/IMG_5589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351369907086196066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-7769836838061594946?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/7769836838061594946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/thrift-store-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7769836838061594946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/7769836838061594946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/thrift-store-find.html' title='Happy Un-birthday'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SkPilGSp9pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ueBaptNPQtM/s72-c/IMG_5587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6020468478594263392</id><published>2009-06-07T23:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:30:03.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Act Global, Buy Local</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had a fantastic day at our new &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;CSA&lt;/a&gt; farm.  We're so excited for this new adventure/ learning experience.  Our goal was twofold: to eat more seasonally, locally and organic, and to teach our children where their food comes from.  Although the farm wasn't in full bloom yet, we still got to see fields of rhubarb and garlic and parsley and strawberries and...!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SiypJnOS70I/AAAAAAAAAHw/75sQ4Kn22rM/s1600-h/IMG_5700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SiypJnOS70I/AAAAAAAAAHw/75sQ4Kn22rM/s320/IMG_5700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344832840394796866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to learn how to cook with some new veggies.  We need to expand our repertoire. Now, we don't eat eggs, but during the farm tour we visited the hens and got to collect a half dozen fresh eggs.  Normally, this sight would have bothered me, but these hens really were allowed a huge field to roam in.  It was fun, and we collected the eggs to give to my parents.  We saw lots of different animals and had fun bringing some of Sofi's books to life (think, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is Your Mama a Llama?&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Siyow92DcrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sLUQmdBmq3c/s1600-h/IMG_5698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Siyow92DcrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sLUQmdBmq3c/s320/IMG_5698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344832416970404530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our first CSA pick-up!  I think making a special bag to pick-up our beautiful, fresh produce is in order... something to pass the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6020468478594263392?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6020468478594263392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/act-global-buy-local.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6020468478594263392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6020468478594263392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/act-global-buy-local.html' title='Act Global, Buy Local'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SiypJnOS70I/AAAAAAAAAHw/75sQ4Kn22rM/s72-c/IMG_5700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8545095954993827946</id><published>2009-06-03T23:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:16:59.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>You know when you're having a great day or week?  Life feels easy... events flow naturally... little things make you laugh?  This is the "good stuff" as Jason and I like to call it.  Well, this week has been full of it (good stuff, that is).  A future path is laid out for me; friendships are growing stronger; ducks, yes ducks, show up outside our door.  Sometimes it seems as if everything happens for a reason, but really?  Reflections on what led me to the point I'm at today seem almost choreographed.  This is not something I believe in, though I can't help noticing.  &lt;br /&gt;Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sidmc5eA0hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yp-KUzWpMa8/s1600-h/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sidmc5eA0hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yp-KUzWpMa8/s320/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352129547457042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sidmcl607DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z_l5Bz1AUTg/s1600-h/IMG_5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sidmcl607DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z_l5Bz1AUTg/s320/IMG_5663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352124299602994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SidmcRXGzOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PocyNPXEjBk/s1600-h/IMG_5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SidmcRXGzOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PocyNPXEjBk/s320/IMG_5671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352118781070562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8545095954993827946?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8545095954993827946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8545095954993827946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8545095954993827946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/06/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sidmc5eA0hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yp-KUzWpMa8/s72-c/IMG_5653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-3849175230053174275</id><published>2009-05-13T15:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:18:55.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am so behind on this blog.  The baby, Evey, was born and all else went out the window.  We have finally settled into our routine, and life is feeling normal again.  I've started crafting some again.  My latest creation is a banner of mantra flags for our porch.  They express how I feel right now... "Earth, Peace, Love, Life."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3Pzo6lHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yIMQL0vZjQE/s1600-h/IMG_5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3Pzo6lHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yIMQL0vZjQE/s320/IMG_5479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335418928249869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3QDNV_mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ManzcwAFzkA/s1600-h/IMG_5480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3QDNV_mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ManzcwAFzkA/s320/IMG_5480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335418932429192802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3QlFdpeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RPSuYikRs7U/s1600-h/IMG_5481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3QlFdpeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RPSuYikRs7U/s320/IMG_5481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335418941522945506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very happy, content place, feeling lucky for all that I have.  I keep catching moments of connectedness to this world and sometimes it is overwhelming (maybe the hormones), but I don't want it to stop... this is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-3849175230053174275?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/3849175230053174275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/05/connected.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3849175230053174275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/3849175230053174275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/05/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sgs3Pzo6lHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yIMQL0vZjQE/s72-c/IMG_5479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5983141537095724654</id><published>2009-03-09T18:39:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:23:30.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Weekend</title><content type='html'>The new baby is due to arrive any day now.  So, we spent our weekend finishing some of our big tasks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pack Bags for &lt;a href="http://www.mountainmidwifery.com/"&gt;Birth Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make a Nursing Cover&lt;/span&gt;: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4FztPg0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ywvJhjF4Jhg/s1600-h/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4FztPg0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ywvJhjF4Jhg/s320/IMG_4934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311353745472193346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4GUY_FII/AAAAAAAAAFk/vXQh_G-CLAU/s1600-h/IMG_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4GUY_FII/AAAAAAAAAFk/vXQh_G-CLAU/s320/IMG_4942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311353754245600386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this &lt;a href="http://madebythemamamonster.blogspot.com/2008/04/nursing-cover-tutorial.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; by Made By the Mama Monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make Celebration Banner inspired by &lt;a href="http://amandasoule.com/book/"&gt;Amanda Soule's The Creative Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4kwdgDVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5M20XehkxPE/s1600-h/IMG_4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4kwdgDVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5M20XehkxPE/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311354277176806738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the finished version once the baby is born and we've hung it up to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make Birthday Cake for Sofi to Consume Once the Baby is Born&lt;/span&gt;: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the weekend with a relaxing evening with the grandparents who sedated us with take-out Chinese... yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5983141537095724654?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5983141537095724654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5983141537095724654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5983141537095724654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/working-weekend.html' title='Working Weekend'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SbW4FztPg0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ywvJhjF4Jhg/s72-c/IMG_4934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-6048488891661663275</id><published>2009-03-07T03:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:19:25.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Triskaidekaphobia</title><content type='html'>It's 3am... I woke up at 2:30 this morning with a strong premonition for when this baby will make her arrival! She was moving all around and had the hiiccups, and it was like she was waking me up to say... I'll be here Friday, 3.13.09! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was born on a 13th, my dad was born on a 13th, and my aunt was born on a 13th.  Friday the 13th has always been a lucky day for me!  I turned 13 on Friday the 13th, and our local newspaper did a little story about me and triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13.  No fear here... favorite number!  So of course  I had entertained this idea previously, but thought it unlikely; now I think this baby actually knows and is waiting for that particular day.  We'll see if my gut is right.  It would be perfect timing as well considering Jason's school has CSAP exams next Tues-Thurs that he really needs to be there for.  Could she be appeasing DPS as well as her own mother's wishes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't sleep.  I want to check things off my to-do list, but then I don't want to because that could be "labor"-ious behavior, and I want to save that for next Thurs/Fri!  Oh, the dilemma, maybe if I only do a couple things it won't count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-6048488891661663275?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/6048488891661663275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6048488891661663275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/6048488891661663275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Triskaidekaphobia'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-8716762882775023616</id><published>2009-03-03T22:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:33:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring the Baby Belly</title><content type='html'>My first pregnancy I was pretty uncomfortable with my changing body and felt a bit awkward with a big ol' belly.  We didn't give it the proper "attention" it deserved.  This time, since it will likely be my last, I wanted to commemorate it and enjoy it more!  So, tonight I had my sibling labor doula, who is also a &lt;a href="http://www.birthingbody.org"&gt;Henna artist&lt;/a&gt;, create a Henna tattoo with my large belly as her canvas!  It was so fun, and I think she did an amazing job.  This belly feels fully appreciated and loved :).  I particularly love the little birdie that she added, per Sofi's request, on my right side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa4R1MgRPCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/07wGiAbWbOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa4R1MgRPCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/07wGiAbWbOQ/s320/IMG_4911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309200616303705122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-8716762882775023616?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/8716762882775023616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/honoring-baby-belly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8716762882775023616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/8716762882775023616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/honoring-baby-belly.html' title='Honoring the Baby Belly'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa4R1MgRPCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/07wGiAbWbOQ/s72-c/IMG_4911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5710530859998963901</id><published>2009-03-03T13:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:34:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note:</title><content type='html'>Not all my posts will be about crafting.  I may let my mind wander on this keyboard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: why does the radio still regularly play the songs "Two Princes" and "In Your Eyes?"  Every station seems to play them.  I wonder if there was a study done that concluded that these two songs improved listening rates amongst all age groups or something.  Frankly, I turn the station when one comes on; there is plenty new music to choose from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5710530859998963901?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5710530859998963901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5710530859998963901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5710530859998963901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/note.html' title='Note:'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-191963996751088737</id><published>2009-03-03T13:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:29:28.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to bring the power of creating into Sofi's life, and to teach her to value that which she owns.  Yesterday was an incredible 72deg day, and so we headed outside for a project I've had in mind for a little while.  I had some denim fabric that I thought might make a cute children's purse.  I wanted Sofi to put her "stamp" on it, though, so I decided to get some fabric paint and let her have her way with the fabric before I sewed it into a purse for her.  I gave her some shapes cut from sponges that she could use like stamps, and she also used her fingers.  Of course, mommy did help a little... who can resist a "Mama, hup" from a 2-year old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also learning the art of embroidery, so I added a touch of embroidery to her design, just to make the star stand out!  One stitch down, many more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa2SJZueYjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y8QxLtkR_d8/s1600-h/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa2SJZueYjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y8QxLtkR_d8/s320/IMG_4898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309060225961976370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-191963996751088737?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/191963996751088737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/crafty-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/191963996751088737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/191963996751088737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/crafty-girl.html' title='Crafty Girl'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/Sa2SJZueYjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y8QxLtkR_d8/s72-c/IMG_4898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363238674119939808.post-5361055714219538944</id><published>2009-03-03T12:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:18:12.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction of Sorts</title><content type='html'>I'm a young woman (30, yes, that's young) who grew up on the western slopes of Colorado.  Always excelling in science and math, I pursued an Engineering Physics degree in college.  It proved to not be all that I was looking for, and so I took some time with my then boyfriend, now husband, Jason, to travel the country.  On this journey, I discovered the art of beading.  I've always loved to use my hands, but had shunned the craft world previously as being too domestic.  How wrong I was!  It's an incredible feeling to make something yourself, and it gives you a whole new appreciation for how everything is made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of this trip, Jason and I decided to move to California.  We lived in Sacramento for a year and then in San Francisco for a year and a half.  I decided to continue in the sciences and studied Integrative Physiology, culminating with an M.S. from the University of Colorado.  Next stop was a doctorate in Physical Therapy.  I began the program at Univ of Colo Health Sciences Center, and soon learned we were pregnant!  I thought I could make it work and continue school, and it did work for a while.  However, I got to a point where I decided I wanted to raise my child, and I wanted to give her all sorts of different experiences and foster her creativity.  Deciding to stay home wasn't a tough decision, but it was an emotional one.  One that left me not knowing what MY future would hold, but I've learned that worrying is a waste of energy, and that you get one chance to live right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been amazing for my own growth/development, let alone my daughter's.  Together we are discovering new things about ourselves.  I'm learning that I am much more creative than I ever thought I was; I'm not just a left-brainer.  I'm still relatively new to the world of DIY, but I am in love with it.  I still cherish the challenges of science and math, but I am reveling in the opportunity to explore what else I might have to offer myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anyone to read this blog.  I'm doing it for myself, and maybe to share some of my crafts with my family, and as a place for relatives to see our childrens' lives unfold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the w-w-w for letting me put myself out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363238674119939808-5361055714219538944?l=ladybugline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/feeds/5361055714219538944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5361055714219538944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363238674119939808/posts/default/5361055714219538944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybugline.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction-of-sorts.html' title='An Introduction of Sorts'/><author><name>Ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11158786326423365790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_bablxLjrY/SqKzeznC9SI/AAAAAAAAASc/K4AFCeucMgw/S220/Photo+40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
