<?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-3310066501859574725</id><updated>2012-02-06T16:36:04.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Been Good To Me Sew Far</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.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-3310066501859574725.post-5091510625094614379</id><published>2011-12-17T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:48:20.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guest blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa is still on the Injured Reserve list for &lt;a href="http://www.handmadebyheidi.blogspot.com/"&gt;FNSI&lt;/a&gt; and i told her that i would type up a post for her ... so ... prepare yourself for minimal punctuation, missing capital letters, slang, and sentences ending with prepositions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i started by asking her exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what it was that she was doing last night &lt;/span&gt;whilst Sven Thorson and i were slaving away on the OTR trees ... ahem ... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after coming down from her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;high horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she showed me the stack of presents that she wrapped &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no help&lt;/span&gt; from me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJEjCklXPk/Tu1Ap6Gq19I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GEbfZSXZdP4/s1600/presents%2B2011%252C%2Btoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJEjCklXPk/Tu1Ap6Gq19I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GEbfZSXZdP4/s320/presents%2B2011%252C%2Btoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687272993154848722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wait for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxKlssYZAfs/Tu1AZ_FU0XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yiR3Woce0MU/s1600/presents%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxKlssYZAfs/Tu1AZ_FU0XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yiR3Woce0MU/s320/presents%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687272719613481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;think these will fit in Santa's sleigh?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't those just the cutest things?!? she wrapped each present &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that she and i are giving this year&lt;/span&gt; to resemble Santa's middle ... the pictures don't do them justice ... and you can't see the big blue tote that is filled with smaller presents ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of them ... i humbly bow to her present-wrapping prowess ... i am a present-wrapping slacker ... i used to love to wrap gifts in red foil paper with huge white satin bows and hand-made ornaments adorning them ... but then crankiness set in and now people are lucky if i remember to take off the price tag before i shove whatever the gift is back into the store's bag and throw it at them ... after all, it's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that counts, innit?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also worked on some scrapbook pages, but i am not allowed to see them cuz they are surprises for my plentieth birthday ... sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ... i guess that's all i have to say about that&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dunno ... do you think she will ever ask me to post for her again?!?&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-5091510625094614379?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5091510625094614379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=5091510625094614379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5091510625094614379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5091510625094614379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/12/guest-blogger.html' title='guest blogger'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJEjCklXPk/Tu1Ap6Gq19I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GEbfZSXZdP4/s72-c/presents%2B2011%252C%2Btoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7745223882169938195</id><published>2011-12-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:13:16.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FNSI Injury Report...</title><content type='html'>Yet again FNSI has taken a turn for the bloody for me.  This time it was in the form of a severe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;malicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heinous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paper cut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get to work on the ONE thing mom asked for for her birthday.  A scrapbook. Scrapbooking sounded harmless enough and I was ready to get my butt in gear.  Just after finishing the first page &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the curse of FNSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; struck me yet again with a very deep blood-pouring paper cut on my left ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iasfpv6Sd6U/TuP-tTuAe9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zVxnZydej5k/s1600/huckleberry%2Bpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iasfpv6Sd6U/TuP-tTuAe9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zVxnZydej5k/s320/huckleberry%2Bpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684667209012509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tombstone's&lt;a href="http://www.monologuedb.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/val-kilmer-doc-holliday-tombstone-150x150.jpg"&gt; Doc Holiday&lt;/a&gt; played by LuLu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually watching the very bloody scene when Morgan dies when the injury occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bandaged myself up and got back to work.  After all, it was just a flesh wound.  All in all, I got 9 pages done and in her book.  Just 2 more and I am good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I would like to relate a nice little story that happened today.  Mom and I were out shopping.  We were paying for our stuff when an Eagles Christmas song came on the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey mom - it's the Eagles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it's not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it is.  It's Don singing.  Ya know - the drummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you know this stuff?!?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're just weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7745223882169938195?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7745223882169938195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7745223882169938195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7745223882169938195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7745223882169938195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/12/fnsi-injury-report.html' title='FNSI Injury Report...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iasfpv6Sd6U/TuP-tTuAe9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zVxnZydej5k/s72-c/huckleberry%2Bpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7029910533611190112</id><published>2011-11-19T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:11:03.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Fun And Games...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until Someone Gets Poked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FNSI I decided to work on a couple of things &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least that was the plan)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on my Northern Lights BOM blocks for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zhhcw39sFrI/TsgPuwlG13I/AAAAAAAAATg/RhNR67VU9uU/s1600/northern%2Blights%2Bbom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zhhcw39sFrI/TsgPuwlG13I/AAAAAAAAATg/RhNR67VU9uU/s320/northern%2Blights%2Bbom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676804626289448818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tragedy struck.  On the very last seam the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; U-Turn pin jabbed into my bird finger and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dangled there&lt;/span&gt; as I writhed in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blood stopped gooshing out, I came to the conclusion that what I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to work on was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;going to put the naming square on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Chip Off the Old Bark&lt;/span&gt;.  That's right!!! It's quilted and bound!!!  I figured that my finger had enough of sharp pointy objects for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xB5Ju0DxCPU/TsgPu2__3nI/AAAAAAAAATM/EF3iJ_LmL3U/s1600/a%2Bchip%2Boff%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bbark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xB5Ju0DxCPU/TsgPu2__3nI/AAAAAAAAATM/EF3iJ_LmL3U/s320/a%2Bchip%2Boff%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bbark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676804628012850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dm9mR4tO8Hc/TsgPuub4coI/AAAAAAAAATE/cogqrglekBM/s1600/chip%2Bemb.%2Bblock%2Bquilted.jpg"&gt;                                 &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dm9mR4tO8Hc/TsgPuub4coI/AAAAAAAAATE/cogqrglekBM/s320/chip%2Bemb.%2Bblock%2Bquilted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676804625713885826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRJrhqqajJc/TsgP184ESbI/AAAAAAAAATo/rAX3kJI0UPw/s1600/chip%2Bpp%2Bblock%2Bquilted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRJrhqqajJc/TsgP184ESbI/AAAAAAAAATo/rAX3kJI0UPw/s320/chip%2Bpp%2Bblock%2Bquilted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676804749849282994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDv0Pc9lYrw/TsgPuAVnkJI/AAAAAAAAASs/A6g-8lcZEbc/s1600/chip%2Bbacking%2Bquilting.jpg"&gt;                  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDv0Pc9lYrw/TsgPuAVnkJI/AAAAAAAAASs/A6g-8lcZEbc/s320/chip%2Bbacking%2Bquilting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676804613339582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the quilting.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Liz!!! You did a great job!!!&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-7029910533611190112?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7029910533611190112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7029910533611190112&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7029910533611190112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7029910533611190112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-fun-and-games.html' title='It&apos;s All Fun And Games...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zhhcw39sFrI/TsgPuwlG13I/AAAAAAAAATg/RhNR67VU9uU/s72-c/northern%2Blights%2Bbom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2970209939297286874</id><published>2011-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:10:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fall to Winter in One Night!!!</title><content type='html'>For FNSI I wanted to work on something I already had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8njUkqlis8/TqMSnqrhbyI/AAAAAAAAASg/4D32rJYG8Gw/s1600/northern%2Blights%2Bblocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8njUkqlis8/TqMSnqrhbyI/AAAAAAAAASg/4D32rJYG8Gw/s320/northern%2Blights%2Bblocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666393228843249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really like how bright they are and am so happy they are put together.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you &lt;/span&gt;mom for figuring out the block!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I finished the Northern Lights blocks for the BOM I had to choose something else to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep working on my Wintergraphix quilt I started last weekend.  It has a lot of paper piecing and it's taking a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rfs29XypORE/TqMSnY00uiI/AAAAAAAAASU/vcb4cVx5teM/s1600/winter%2Bgraphic%2Bquilt%2Bpieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rfs29XypORE/TqMSnY00uiI/AAAAAAAAASU/vcb4cVx5teM/s320/winter%2Bgraphic%2Bquilt%2Bpieces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666393224050424354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's still in pieces but they are starting to take shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I listened to the Eagles first.  I had to pick their first greatest hits CD because mom like the songs she knows and can sing along.  Then we listened to James Taylor's greatest hits.  When that CD finished it was just in time for Monk to come on.  We watched one episode together and then my poor little legs were tired from standing and trimming and pressing, so I stopped to watch more TV, Nikita and Supernatural, and work on a puzzle I started a while back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-2970209939297286874?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2970209939297286874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2970209939297286874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2970209939297286874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2970209939297286874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-fall-to-winter-in-one-night.html' title='From Fall to Winter in One Night!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8njUkqlis8/TqMSnqrhbyI/AAAAAAAAASg/4D32rJYG8Gw/s72-c/northern%2Blights%2Bblocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7741325943647880636</id><published>2011-09-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:37:24.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder and Confusion Everywhere!!!</title><content type='html'>A few months ago Mom and I purchased the Ghastlies.  I got mine in white and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't know what I was going to do, but I had a good feeling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never designed my own quilt before, feeling that I didn't have the skills and, most importantly, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get all the pieces to fit together.  I put off drafting a pattern until I had all the fabric.  So after I got them, I sat down and spent an entire night graphing out blocks for each of the characters I wanted to have in my quilt.  I wasn't very confident about them, so I put them away for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out the plans and the fabric a couple days ago and decided to try out my pattern.  I got through the fifth block and realized &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have enough&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange cats&lt;/span&gt; to finish the other blocks.  So I had to order more and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for the fabric.  It arrived on Thursday to my delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FNSI I did the last three blocks that I needed to finish to put my quilt together.   As I pieced my blocks, I watched Monk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and I thought &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had a lot of phobias)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHwFP0ywQL0/TnVg4E91IzI/AAAAAAAAASM/5iPbfgNpCTo/s1600/orange%2Bghastlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHwFP0ywQL0/TnVg4E91IzI/AAAAAAAAASM/5iPbfgNpCTo/s320/orange%2Bghastlies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653531423755543346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here they are all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let everyone know, there will be sashing in between the blocks, so they won't be right next to each other.  I think for not having any real plan to start with,  they turned out pretty good.  I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; more confident in designing my own quilts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7741325943647880636?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7741325943647880636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7741325943647880636&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7741325943647880636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7741325943647880636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/09/disorder-and-confusion-everywhere.html' title='Disorder and Confusion Everywhere!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHwFP0ywQL0/TnVg4E91IzI/AAAAAAAAASM/5iPbfgNpCTo/s72-c/orange%2Bghastlies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-4895202835204255707</id><published>2011-08-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:34:44.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Late! I'm Late! For A Very Important Date!!!</title><content type='html'>In the aftermath of the Broncos win last night, I forgot to post my FNSI.  So, here it is. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I worked on the pineapple blocks that mom has been bugging me to finish.  I have them pretty far along and I am excited about working on them again.  I think the excitement this time has to do with everything being pretty much already cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hocKbbkr8j8/TlEjXN7cPkI/AAAAAAAAASE/qETzlRsyHtI/s1600/pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hocKbbkr8j8/TlEjXN7cPkI/AAAAAAAAASE/qETzlRsyHtI/s320/pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643330689854881346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-4895202835204255707?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4895202835204255707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=4895202835204255707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4895202835204255707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4895202835204255707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-late-im-late-im-late-for-important.html' title='I&apos;m Late! I&apos;m Late! For A Very Important Date!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hocKbbkr8j8/TlEjXN7cPkI/AAAAAAAAASE/qETzlRsyHtI/s72-c/pineapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-9150599151230328925</id><published>2011-07-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:50:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Meadow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...We can build a snowman (or a family in my case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this month's FNSI I decided to work on the Winter Wonderland project that I started back when rocks were soft and mist was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQyQOEK7myw/Titq9VVQb3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/gP2j8U12e8s/s1600/snowman%2Bfamily%2Bblock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQyQOEK7myw/Titq9VVQb3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/gP2j8U12e8s/s320/snowman%2Bfamily%2Bblock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632713360887803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished this block and traced out another block last night.&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/3310066501859574725-9150599151230328925?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9150599151230328925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=9150599151230328925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9150599151230328925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9150599151230328925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-meadow.html' title='In the Meadow...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQyQOEK7myw/Titq9VVQb3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/gP2j8U12e8s/s72-c/snowman%2Bfamily%2Bblock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7146419923682764859</id><published>2011-07-17T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:50:56.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I Need Somebody! HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom recently referred to the &lt;a href="http://whatisstarbucking.blogspot.com/2011/07/incentive.html"&gt;incentive&lt;/a&gt; that she bought me.  Here is the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NqCD9qtT6o/TiN0jgwNHgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4QHTyYFTUBc/s1600/candy%2Bcane%2Bquilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NqCD9qtT6o/TiN0jgwNHgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4QHTyYFTUBc/s320/candy%2Bcane%2Bquilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630472112579616258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need the advice of the blog world.  Are the paper pieced blocks arranged in a best way possible?  If you think that some of the blocks would look better elsewhere please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7146419923682764859?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7146419923682764859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7146419923682764859&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7146419923682764859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7146419923682764859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/07/help-i-need-some-one-help.html' title='Help! I Need Somebody! HELP!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NqCD9qtT6o/TiN0jgwNHgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4QHTyYFTUBc/s72-c/candy%2Bcane%2Bquilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2282254078937140825</id><published>2011-06-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:47:47.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was FNSI.  So I settled in and thought about what &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(of my many projects that have been started)&lt;/span&gt; I should work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom  has been on me about finishing my candy cane quilt that hasn't gotten  finished yet.  We got some new fabrics this week and she has been  thinking of how to use them.  She realized that the candy cane fabric  from a &lt;a href="http://www.desperatequilters.com/cgi-bin/Store/store.cgi?cart_id=5216182.4075.s0&amp;amp;lastmenu=&amp;amp;product=averyfairychristmas"&gt;Very Fairy Christmas&lt;/a&gt;  looked a lot like the candy cane that I embroidered last year.  So I  dragged out my stitching and blocks that are finished.  It was a perfect  match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "work on them! work on them!" from mom)&lt;/span&gt; decided to work on my last three paper pieced blocks and see how far I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my stuff ready, then I looked around for the back up fabric that I have for when &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; because I know that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  I mess up.  I couldn't find it any where.  I spent about twenty minutes  tearing up my side of the sewing room and trying to get it back  together again.  I gave up looking and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnaw_8rahUs/Tf1p-phpiCI/AAAAAAAAARs/dkwZ20NdMyk/s1600/new%2Bblocks%2Band%2Bfabric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnaw_8rahUs/Tf1p-phpiCI/AAAAAAAAARs/dkwZ20NdMyk/s320/new%2Bblocks%2Band%2Bfabric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619764435048040482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The two blocks I got done and two of my embroidered blocks on the perfect fabric for sashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was also given my first pair of stork scissors by my mom yesterday, and  I have to show them off.  I don't have much fondness for birds, and the  feeling is mutual. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; are the  ones that started the feud. I have always wanted a pair of stork  scissors for myself, but I couldn't find any that I liked.  These are  perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgj6W9CYdmQ/Tf1p-I3TQRI/AAAAAAAAARk/-MWKq94NAqI/s1600/scissors%2Band%2Bsewing%2Bbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgj6W9CYdmQ/Tf1p-I3TQRI/AAAAAAAAARk/-MWKq94NAqI/s320/scissors%2Band%2Bsewing%2Bbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619764426280485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the stitching bag I got from Ant Nicci and my NEW black and white stork scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYNEhBHwGxc/Tf1p9jhTUII/AAAAAAAAARc/-m83wa83YoI/s1600/my%2Bpins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYNEhBHwGxc/Tf1p9jhTUII/AAAAAAAAARc/-m83wa83YoI/s320/my%2Bpins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619764416256102530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I collect pins and decided this is the perfect place to put &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  of them.  The pin with my name has been in a button tin for as long as I  can remember.  2 are from my recent trip to Florida.  4 of them are  from the &lt;a href="http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/quilt-shop-hop-day-1.html"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/08/shop-hop-fever.html"&gt;hop&lt;/a&gt; that mom and I try to go to every year.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; guess which little pal might join us this year - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/3310066501859574725-2282254078937140825?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2282254078937140825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2282254078937140825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2282254078937140825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2282254078937140825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/06/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnaw_8rahUs/Tf1p-phpiCI/AAAAAAAAARs/dkwZ20NdMyk/s72-c/new%2Bblocks%2Band%2Bfabric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-3452668819768260412</id><published>2011-05-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:17:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Hair Down!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited for this FNSI, since I missed last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out my night by trying to catch up on my BOM's and the extra blocks that I am making along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3lhkzZbWU8/TdgOKUWTuGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/s_pyN1WFAD0/s1600/hot%2Bflash%2Bmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3lhkzZbWU8/TdgOKUWTuGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/s_pyN1WFAD0/s320/hot%2Bflash%2Bmay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609248906313709666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdW8BepZYFE/TdgOJwQZwVI/AAAAAAAAARI/TpwpxQpO1NU/s1600/bom%2Bflower%2Bmay%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdW8BepZYFE/TdgOJwQZwVI/AAAAAAAAARI/TpwpxQpO1NU/s320/bom%2Bflower%2Bmay%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609248896625262930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got all but one of the blocks done I got to work on a project for my LuLu.  Mom and I bought her a big girl nap mat with Rapunzel, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangled&lt;/span&gt;, on it.  The pillow isn't very big so I decided to make her a Rapunzel pillow case for an extra pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlOLakHUiUU/TdgOJXGXB_I/AAAAAAAAARA/Yh9S3fQ4bxo/s1600/pillow%2Bcases%2Bfor%2BLuLu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlOLakHUiUU/TdgOJXGXB_I/AAAAAAAAARA/Yh9S3fQ4bxo/s320/pillow%2Bcases%2Bfor%2BLuLu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609248889872254962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As so often happens one turned into two!!!&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/3310066501859574725-3452668819768260412?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3452668819768260412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=3452668819768260412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3452668819768260412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3452668819768260412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-your-hair-down.html' title='Let Your Hair Down!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3lhkzZbWU8/TdgOKUWTuGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/s_pyN1WFAD0/s72-c/hot%2Bflash%2Bmay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-8411881976912063888</id><published>2011-05-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:46:39.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Have Been!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last posted.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Or that is what mom tells me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Tq2PtWiHs/TdgI3DTxnII/AAAAAAAAAQY/wJMAG5v5O-U/s1600/Melissa%2Band%2Bthe%2BHogwarts%2BExpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Tq2PtWiHs/TdgI3DTxnII/AAAAAAAAAQY/wJMAG5v5O-U/s320/Melissa%2Band%2Bthe%2BHogwarts%2BExpress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609243077764029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Me and the conductor of the Hogwarts Express)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been pretty busy this month.  I went on my first vacation in 7 years.  I accompanied my sister's family on their trip to Orlando, Florida.  We did the usual tourist stuff, Disney World (all 4 major parks), Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure, and Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night there we attended the Arabian Nights dinner show.  It  was a lot of fun and very interactive.  Gumdrop loved it since she is  very into horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuLu missed getting her picture with her favorite Disney movie character, Mulan,  by 2 seconds at Epcot.  She did get to wave and say, "Hi."  I really enjoyed the topiary characters.  But my favorite part of Epcot had to be seeing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9sXA45pcxE&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off Kilter&lt;/span&gt; sing "The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond."&lt;/a&gt; I love this song and seemed to be the only one in the crowd who knew it.  The rest of them must not have read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drums of Autum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; by Diana Gabaldon because Rodger sings at the Scottish/Irish festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the VIP tour of Sea World and got to feed Sting Rays, Dolphins, and Sea Lions.  We got to see the Dolphin show, the Sea Lion pirate show, and the whale show, Believe.  My sister and Gumdrop went on Atlantis with me and got pretty wet.  We ate at the Luau dinner that they have at Sea World and it was a lot of fun, even though with my food allergies I couldn't eat much.  We all got to feed Dolphins and Sea Lions.  LuLu loved the Dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5A_gtwxWCY/TdgLXRVJdcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rLJJFu8A_NA/s1600/41696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5A_gtwxWCY/TdgLXRVJdcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rLJJFu8A_NA/s320/41696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609245830306952642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECzXjMEhQ_8/TdgLWulM7cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HmIAMxbQClk/s1600/41701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECzXjMEhQ_8/TdgLWulM7cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HmIAMxbQClk/s320/41701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609245820979047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;While Nojo was taking the picture of LuLu feeding the Dolphins he failed to see that she had just stolen his biggest fish.  She is too cute for him to be mad for very long.  What a great big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islands of Adventure has the Harry Potter village of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts Castle.  This  is where I had the best time.  I love Harry Potter and it was the major reason why I went on the trip.  I went on all the rides there and have the best picture of all the accumulated photos taken on our journey.  I got to drink butter beer and pumpkin juice.  I was only able to bring mom back a pumpkin juice but she was happy with that.  The ride in the castle was so much fun.  If you love Harry Potter and want to feel like you're part of the story this is the ride for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mCIkPf_k3c/TdgJSaHz0rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sYUHyoxTszA/s1600/SCAN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mCIkPf_k3c/TdgJSaHz0rI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sYUHyoxTszA/s320/SCAN0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609243547744326322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is my favorite picture. The guy at the photo desk couldn't stop laughing at the look on my face. Yes, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; afraid of spiders!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing we did was go to Cocoa Beach, which I was also excited to visit since it is where "I Dream of Jeannie" takes place.  I absolutely love that show.  You can ask mom. I drive her nuts with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECjTUWMQGHs/TdgI3Q4GmII/AAAAAAAAAQg/nibVpda_6yY/s1600/Melissa%2Bat%2BCocoa%2BBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECjTUWMQGHs/TdgI3Q4GmII/AAAAAAAAAQg/nibVpda_6yY/s320/Melissa%2Bat%2BCocoa%2BBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609243081406060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-8411881976912063888?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8411881976912063888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=8411881976912063888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8411881976912063888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8411881976912063888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-i-have-been.html' title='Where I Have Been!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Tq2PtWiHs/TdgI3DTxnII/AAAAAAAAAQY/wJMAG5v5O-U/s72-c/Melissa%2Band%2Bthe%2BHogwarts%2BExpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-9138718030706352046</id><published>2011-03-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:24:10.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where You're Planted!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was FNSI and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; I participated.  But before I get into all that fun stuff, I hope everyone had a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; St. Patty's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I know I did &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I spent the whole day watching and singing Celtic Thunder Heritage)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I get accomplished?  Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use the night to catch up on my BOM's.  I had five blocks to finish.  I managed to finish before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFcdcZIzKUY/TYVGFNyI9GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0_iaxgGZxtk/s1600/nuetral%2Bmarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFcdcZIzKUY/TYVGFNyI9GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0_iaxgGZxtk/s320/nuetral%2Bmarch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585947968236221538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the neutral block that needed to be done by April 9. Also pictured is the super-duper coffee fabric that I bought to go with my coffee quilt. It has officially been named "Clouds In My Coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vaoomh8qNQs/TYVGEM1D-uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RAAOTPjroTQ/s1600/flowers%2B6%252C%2Band%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vaoomh8qNQs/TYVGEM1D-uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RAAOTPjroTQ/s320/flowers%2B6%252C%2Band%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585947950800173794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The first is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; block so far.  The last two are my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; least&lt;/span&gt; favorite blocks so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Lakehouse blocks for February and March that I am making along with the neutral blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnXK6K4_r9Q/TYVGEo-axyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VJ5wdqc0sAo/s1600/flower%2B1%2Band%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnXK6K4_r9Q/TYVGEo-axyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VJ5wdqc0sAo/s320/flower%2B1%2Band%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585947958355609378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Ma9-gWsOw/TYVGEc6jwQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oMRYX3D6N4k/s1600/flowers%2B3%252C4%252C%2Band%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Ma9-gWsOw/TYVGEc6jwQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oMRYX3D6N4k/s320/flowers%2B3%252C4%252C%2Band%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585947955118194946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the previous months of Lakehouse blocks.&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/3310066501859574725-9138718030706352046?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9138718030706352046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=9138718030706352046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9138718030706352046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9138718030706352046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/03/bloom-where-youre-planted.html' title='Bloom Where You&apos;re Planted!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFcdcZIzKUY/TYVGFNyI9GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0_iaxgGZxtk/s72-c/nuetral%2Bmarch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-3291450279779852481</id><published>2011-02-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:50:09.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Short...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no pun intended on my part (I know that I am short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This FNSI I worked on a couple of things.  I traced out the snowflake angel that mom is going to embroider for me.  That was number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I worked on is a secret project for LuLu's birthday in April.  I can't put a full photo up, but here is a sneak peek at the backing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsw3vHoEnnM/TWCbpcvhKAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BcYf4Ifsp2s/s1600/lulu%2Bb-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsw3vHoEnnM/TWCbpcvhKAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BcYf4Ifsp2s/s320/lulu%2Bb-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575627475077113858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHHHHH!!! Don't tell LuLu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing I worked on was the outline of my candy cane letter T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a pretty busy past few days and have not felt very good.  I did do my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Best-Auntia-In-The-World &lt;/span&gt;duty and watched my nephew, NoJo, play basketball.  I knew he had King Louie arms for a reason.  He won 38-4.  GO NOJO!!!  Then I hung out with my sister, The Glamazon, and two of her friends in a Girls' Day Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt; I am tired and going to turn in early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-3291450279779852481?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3291450279779852481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=3291450279779852481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3291450279779852481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3291450279779852481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-short.html' title='In Short...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsw3vHoEnnM/TWCbpcvhKAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BcYf4Ifsp2s/s72-c/lulu%2Bb-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-5375669362291569262</id><published>2011-01-22T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:00:35.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely!!!</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://www.handmadebyheidi.blogspot.com/"&gt;FNSI&lt;/a&gt; started off with a wee bit of shopping. Mom and I went to JAF and bought her background fabric for the new BOM (Hot Flashes) at &lt;a href="http://www.thequiltersstudio.com/"&gt;The Quilters Studio&lt;/a&gt;. Then we went to Hobby Lobby to get the knitting needles that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my mom tried to teach me how to knit. I started out with a skein of red cotton yarn and a pair of size 8 knitting needles. I would knit and knit and knit. And after I went to bed, she would try to fix the mess I'd made. I lost interest (if I ever had any) and she gave up on me ever becoming a domestic goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I bought a book to learn how to knit. I started a knitting project (that I bought the needles for). I am not  very good at all and, after failing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; times to get the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt; row, I  moved on to a different project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed the panda and bamboo batik fabrics for a quilt that I have had planned for a while. But then I remembered that the fabrics hadn't been prewashed, so I decided to work on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the night working on an afghan that I started a couple of years ago for Mom. I have made &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9WpRV4TWM0/SeYUWeDze8I/AAAAAAAAARE/Z48I9-707Lg/s1600-h/pink+%26+yellow+afghan.JPG"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; for myself. Mom loved it and wanted one, too. I worked on it and listened to "A Breath of Snow and Ashes" till I was too tired to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TTuHR44XIlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pl-b8p_uo9A/s1600/Mom%2527s%2Bripples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TTuHR44XIlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pl-b8p_uo9A/s320/Mom%2527s%2Bripples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565190505942688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lovely!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom says that I sound just like the little old ladies in "Saving Grace" when I talk about how lovely things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AX4C4ntPy6Q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diana -&lt;/span&gt; I love Grace. I really, really love her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quentin -&lt;/span&gt; Right. Where do I find her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diana -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AX4C4ntPy6Q"&gt; In a lovely, lovely house. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quentin -&lt;/span&gt; And how do I find the lovely, lovely house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diana -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AX4C4ntPy6Q"&gt; Up the lovely, lovely hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm71277568/tt0195234"&gt;Saving Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-5375669362291569262?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5375669362291569262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=5375669362291569262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5375669362291569262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5375669362291569262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2011/01/lovely.html' title='Lovely!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TTuHR44XIlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pl-b8p_uo9A/s72-c/Mom%2527s%2Bripples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7410973561999349883</id><published>2010-12-18T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:32:52.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Renegade!!!</title><content type='html'>The second &lt;a href="http://www.handmadebyheidi.blogspot.com/"&gt;FNSI&lt;/a&gt; was last night, and what a night it was.  I started early cause I had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ta do.  I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas presents&lt;/span&gt; currently residing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in front of my sewing machine&lt;/span&gt;, so I knew I had to do hand work.  Good thing too, because I am several months behind on my candy cane letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traced out the rest of the alphabet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p-z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and decided that I would work on the outlines only, and see how far I got.  I worked on them while I watched the ending of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renegade&lt;/span&gt; season 1.  Then it was time for the four hours of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without A Trace&lt;/span&gt;, so I stitched during the commercials.  Then I stitched during the beginning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renegade&lt;/span&gt; season 2. I got the outlines to P and Q done and was starting R when the thread had a hissy fit. My thread kept snapping.  After giving it a good tongue-thrashing, I decided to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted me to skip to U after P so that my post would say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; finish any of the letters, I didn't take a picture.  I will post them when they are done so everyone can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7410973561999349883?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7410973561999349883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7410973561999349883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7410973561999349883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7410973561999349883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/12/renegade.html' title='A Renegade!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-790838491896154706</id><published>2010-12-11T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:09:18.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday FNSI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, let's start at the beginning. FNSI was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and, of course, I sewed and celebrated in style. I spent most of Friday morning at the Colorado DMV.  &lt;/span&gt;Not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; place to spend your birthday, but certainly not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;.  After we were done there, mom offered to buy me lunch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywhere I wanted&lt;/span&gt; and she had no input since she wouldn't be eating.  We both happened to be sick on my birthday, with different things.  I chose the one place that she hates more than anything &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since she wasn't going to eat anyway&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Taco Bell.  She says she wants a place that gives you an after dinner mint. Well, it so happens that I was given not &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a mint, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; with my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tjAJoyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X4_ZdUqKW5s/s1600/after%2Bmint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tjAJoyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X4_ZdUqKW5s/s320/after%2Bmint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549551527712629538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have the PROOF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I got to open my presents &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which were mostly quilting stuff&lt;/span&gt;.  2 quilt kits, some tiger fabric, a panel that I have been wanting, and the Monopoly panel that I need &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to make up the back of my monopoly quilt&lt;/span&gt;.  I got a tea towel from Ant Nicci.  Nicci also gave me a lighted compact mirror that she embroidered with an eye that looks just like my own.  My sister and her kids gave me a lucky bamboo plant and a shamrock ring.  Mom also gave me the fifth season of Supernatural on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3sj2FJBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wOkUY9wxVgE/s1600/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3sj2FJBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wOkUY9wxVgE/s320/gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549551510758958098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Not photoed: Lucky the plant and Supernatural Season 5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched John Cena on The Talk and ate my lunch.  After I was done I went into the sewing room and started on my gift to myself.  Mom bought me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; hat with black trim about a month ago, but I needed to have my black pea coat cleaned before I wore it. The coat came back from the cleaners, but I still needed a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and black bag to go with my new hat, so I made one for my birthday for FNSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tZGNW0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/3jL9PSdKPa8/s1600/bday%2Bbag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tZGNW0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/3jL9PSdKPa8/s320/bday%2Bbag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549551525053684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the bag, I got to eat my favorite food in the entire world.  My mom made me her lasagna, garlic bread and a salad.  After that we ate a very expensive white chocolate raspberry cake.  Mom got me colored flame candles and they were so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tpBkX0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HyNda0G5PCM/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tpBkX0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HyNda0G5PCM/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549551529329188674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also given a feather weight sewing machine for my birthday and Christmas &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for the next ten years&lt;/span&gt;.  I have named him Castiel, my little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3s6m_0ZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9PE1Fj1m8C8/s1600/cas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3s6m_0ZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9PE1Fj1m8C8/s320/cas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549551516869710226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FNSI was, indeed, very special.  I also got the entire series of Renegade on DVD which is really cool and I can't wait to watch it and finally know how the show ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know that I am spoiled!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-790838491896154706?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/790838491896154706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=790838491896154706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/790838491896154706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/790838491896154706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-brithday-fnsi.html' title='My Birthday FNSI!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TQP3tjAJoyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X4_ZdUqKW5s/s72-c/after%2Bmint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-8435320802405437816</id><published>2010-12-06T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:44:35.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa's Day Off!!!</title><content type='html'>It's not very often that mom and I get 5 days off in a row. So we make the most of it.  Over Thanksgiving I had big plans to get things done.  But, of course, I put every thing I wanted to get done till the last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; to quilt BroBro's quilt.  Everything was going pretty good, that is to say not too much cursing at the machine.  I was almost at the half way mark when everything went &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;horribly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting a new row, listening to music on my little MP3 player.  I had the needle in the right spot and I was holding everything steady with my left thumb.  I reached over with my right hand and looked for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;needle down button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;/span&gt; I found it.  The needle went down straight through&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my thumb&lt;/span&gt; and into the quilt and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stayed there&lt;/span&gt;.  I knew I needed the needle back up, so I hit the needle down button again. And up it came, with my thumb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still attached&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called calmly for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, can you come help me please&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; you can never forget to say please, no matter the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I'm coming&lt;/span&gt;" she called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I was going to start bleeding, and the last thing I needed right then was to ruin the quilt. So I called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you please hurry?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, what do you need?&lt;/span&gt;" she said, half way down the bigger stair case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you please help me?&lt;/span&gt;" there was no other way to say it. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My thumb is stuck on the machine.&lt;/span&gt;"  I was trying to loosen the screw that attached the needle to the machine so that I could get the needle off and my wound away from the quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your thumb is what?!?&lt;/span&gt;" I could tell that she thought she heard me wrong, which happens a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My thumb,&lt;/span&gt;" I was starting to lose my cool head since I had some one else there who was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the situation, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is stuck on the needle.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came down the stairs. I could see from the look on her face that she didn't quite believe it until she saw it.  She went to slide my thumb off the needle.  I admit that I had to look away.  She snipped the thread &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yeah, there was plenty of thread but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankfully&lt;/span&gt; someone was looking out for me and there was no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bobbin&lt;/span&gt; thread&lt;/span&gt;.  I ran up the small staircase and over to the kitchen sink. With my thumb &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thread still through it&lt;/span&gt; hanging over the sink, I bounced impatiently for mom to get there to finish the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it out! Get it out!&lt;/span&gt;" I moaned as she reached me.  As she started squeezing my thumb to cleanse it, I started to feel light headed.  All I could think was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Am I losing so much blood that I'm going to faint?"&lt;/span&gt;  I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; that I should have said this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;.  It would have warned mom what was about to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew was that mom was holding me tightly.  She was asking me what hurt.  I could think of only one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My thumb!&lt;/span&gt;" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anything else?&lt;/span&gt;" she asked.  It was by this point that I realized I was not standing, I was laying one the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My head.  Did I pass out?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, yes ... you did. You're going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm done for the day.&lt;/span&gt;" I told her. She laughed a little and then I completely lost it.  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate that quilt!  I really hate that quilt!!!&lt;/span&gt;" I sobbed as she held me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I have my mom.  I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been there.  I think on my next day off I will take things slower and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to less dangerous activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-8435320802405437816?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8435320802405437816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=8435320802405437816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8435320802405437816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8435320802405437816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/12/melissas-day-off.html' title='Melissa&apos;s Day Off!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7306480847173879246</id><published>2010-11-20T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:59:27.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Quilts and Fairies!!!</title><content type='html'>FNSI was last night and I had a great time.  Yes, Mom, I finished the bookmark a month ago. That will be in another post at another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I work on?  Well, I worked on Mom's Christmas present.  She already knows that she is getting it and is very excited.  About a year ago I made a quilt that I refer to as my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tree quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  As so often happens to me, I had enough extra blocks to make a small quilt which I refer to as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mini tree quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Mom has no suggestions on a real name for it and I am out of ideas.  Last night I started putting the binding on the mini tree quilt.  Mom picked the backing when the quilt was still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.  She said it should be a "drinking coffee on a Sunday morning" quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh1-qyqZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Dk5I4g_1vqw/s1600/DSCI3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh1-qyqZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Dk5I4g_1vqw/s320/DSCI3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541809060978517810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19peC4iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5tgLZ7VDKUg/s1600/DSCI3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19peC4iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5tgLZ7VDKUg/s320/DSCI3755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541809043443737122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked on the sunflower afghan that  I hope to one day finish.  I am a novice when it comes to crochet, so I am learning a lot.  I am trying to do this without asking Mom a billion questions.  You would have to ask her if I am succeeding or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19YUXvtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iH1bbPbZl0E/s1600/DSCI3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19YUXvtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iH1bbPbZl0E/s320/DSCI3756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541809038839758546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19EUqOGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fjTxqFGeDLw/s1600/DSCI3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh19EUqOGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fjTxqFGeDLw/s320/DSCI3757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541809033472260194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Supernatural last night and laughed so hard I had to put the quilt down before I permanently injured myself. Sam and Dean had to battle it out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;leprechauns&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said last month that Mom had a bad encounter with the quilting frame. This month it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; turn. Last week I was loading a quilt for my brother on the frame and as I bent over to get it on right, my head smacked the frame.  The frame is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 feet long&lt;/span&gt; and of those 144 inches,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;half an inch&lt;/span&gt; has a bolt on it. And, of course, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; luck and gracefulness&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I hit the bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It is safe to say I am stearing clear of the frame for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7306480847173879246?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7306480847173879246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7306480847173879246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7306480847173879246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7306480847173879246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/11/tree-quilts-and-fairies.html' title='Tree Quilts and Fairies!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TOh1-qyqZzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Dk5I4g_1vqw/s72-c/DSCI3754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-1415478718017296807</id><published>2010-10-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:07:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Knot Moon</title><content type='html'>For my FNSI I read a little and stitched a little.  I started a new book recently called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;.  Not many people know that I am interested in Ancient Egyptian Mythology.  I am really enjoying it, even though I find the sister in the book, Sadie, to be incredibly annoying.  The gods' personalities are by far my favorite characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHxmrIyjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J5kH0dcyaNg/s1600/red+pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHxmrIyjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J5kH0dcyaNg/s320/red+pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528810410071345714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book brings Egyptian mythology to this century in an entertaining way.  Since it is the first book in the series, I decided I need a bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Eye of Horus and started work on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Isis that I drafted my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHw5IO0WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Wi921H5plNE/s1600/bookmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHw5IO0WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Wi921H5plNE/s320/bookmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528810397845344610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on stitching the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Eye of Horus as well.  The story goes that Set, Horus' brother/uncle, stole Horus' eye. Thoth, the scribe of the gods, made him a new eye from pieces of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHwgvbwjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iIGCx7Dsdho/s1600/throwback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHwgvbwjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iIGCx7Dsdho/s320/throwback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528810391298884146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what mom had to drink last night.  Hmmm ... "Throwback"  ... I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that can't be foreshadowing at all&lt;/span&gt;.  Within an hour, mom almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;threw&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; out trying to take out stitches in the quilt that she is quilting for Ant Nicci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-1415478718017296807?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1415478718017296807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=1415478718017296807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/1415478718017296807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/1415478718017296807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/10/sun-knot-moon.html' title='Sun Knot Moon'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TLpHxmrIyjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/J5kH0dcyaNg/s72-c/red+pyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-6127253303997089347</id><published>2010-09-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T06:30:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildfire!!!</title><content type='html'>Even though mom and I are not in any of the wildfire zones right now, we are feeling the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJVBGOaickI/AAAAAAAAANw/InqgCr2-GRA/s1600/slurry+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJVBGOaickI/AAAAAAAAANw/InqgCr2-GRA/s320/slurry+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518388493616837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Slurry Bombers fly right over our house every run and they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very close&lt;/span&gt; to the ground and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJVBGpxFiBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z3F7l3dRxhs/s1600/DSCI3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJVBGpxFiBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z3F7l3dRxhs/s320/DSCI3439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518388500959168530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-6127253303997089347?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6127253303997089347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=6127253303997089347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6127253303997089347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6127253303997089347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/09/wildfire.html' title='Wildfire!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJVBGOaickI/AAAAAAAAANw/InqgCr2-GRA/s72-c/slurry+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2714235711614269685</id><published>2010-09-18T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:27:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a night's work!!!</title><content type='html'>How did I start my FNSI?  WELL, I started it the best way possible.  I went with mom and spent the rest of my shop hop winnings at Harriet's Treadle Arts.   These are my goodies.  I was so excited that I got to replace mom's big ruler.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;We don't share rulers well.  Kidding, we work well together.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got some little paper pieced block kits to practice my paper piecing.  I also got a new spiffy quilt journal to document my finished quilts.  I found some sunflower fabric I didn't have so I had to get fat quarters of each of them.  Mom also found a fat quarter of a candy cane stripe that I got as well.  I am glad that money is spent.  It was burning a hole in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-IDgjy_I/AAAAAAAAANo/tmMRXSkc5ZM/s1600/goodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-IDgjy_I/AAAAAAAAANo/tmMRXSkc5ZM/s320/goodies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385226514156530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I settled in and started working on the "n" that I was supposed to get done last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-HoOEWjI/AAAAAAAAANg/oG0ycQyA0HE/s1600/no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 57px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-HoOEWjI/AAAAAAAAANg/oG0ycQyA0HE/s320/no.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385219188841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the "n" was finished I worked on my new Saturday sampler block.  Mom is giving me her blocks and I am going to make a coffee quilt with an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coffee border fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-HLw-PVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Oe4bwXhruhk/s1600/coffee+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-HLw-PVI/AAAAAAAAANY/Oe4bwXhruhk/s320/coffee+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385211550612818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still kinda early when the block was done so I started on the "o" I was also supposed to have done last month.  I know I am really behind but I am catching up; that's in part to FNSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-G7Y5T3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gEe5VqJrW3U/s1600/past+blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-G7Y5T3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gEe5VqJrW3U/s320/past+blocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385207154659186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized while taking the pictures that I didn't get around to showing off the past few months of blocks, so I got them out to show off.  I am very proud of my work so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-2714235711614269685?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2714235711614269685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2714235711614269685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2714235711614269685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2714235711614269685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-in-nights-work.html' title='All in a night&apos;s work!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TJU-IDgjy_I/AAAAAAAAANo/tmMRXSkc5ZM/s72-c/goodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-5453172932456144421</id><published>2010-08-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:18:17.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August FNSI</title><content type='html'>Last night for the FNSI I started a Harry Potter quilt.  All the blocks are paper pieced.  I am fairly new at paper piecing and not very good.  So I couldn't, in good conscience, take a picture of the blocks that I made.  I do plan on making them again, at which time I will post their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an Invisibility Cloak block that the colors look pretty good on.  You can see Harry's, Ron's, and Hermione's legs.  I gave Harry denim, Ron maroon (since he hates it), and Hermione purple (for her being a girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a Lightning Bolt block.  I used yellow fairy frost for the bolt.  It was the last block that I made, and it turned out the best.  I made it while Matt Hardy and Christian were being beaten in the ring by &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I have to say it) &lt;/span&gt;Dashing Cody Rhodes and Drew McIntyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 2 different blocks of You-Know-Who's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Voldemort)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eyes.  I like the red that I used, but I cannot decide which green I like better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; say that, even though mom and I didn't win any door prizes on the Rocky Mountain Quilt Fever Shop Hop, I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; did win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of the 1st prizes.  I won the Quilt Shop shopping spree.  I used some of the money to buy a background fabric for my Harry Potter quilt and I love it very much.  Mom got some beads for her HPV quilt and she is very excited.  I got Ant Nicci some tea towels to machine embroider on for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/THBIlSHMKrI/AAAAAAAAANA/9QyJ4rIlv6s/s1600/what+i+won.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/THBIlSHMKrI/AAAAAAAAANA/9QyJ4rIlv6s/s200/what+i+won.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507982149628471986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that something?  Mom and I are going to have some fun!&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-5453172932456144421?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5453172932456144421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=5453172932456144421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5453172932456144421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5453172932456144421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-fnsi.html' title='August FNSI'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/THBIlSHMKrI/AAAAAAAAANA/9QyJ4rIlv6s/s72-c/what+i+won.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2208760398627516080</id><published>2010-08-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:24:05.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Hop Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the first day of the annual Rocky Mountain Quilt Fever Shop Hop 2010.  Accompanying us this year was none other than mom's dragon, Singe.  He was given to her by the m&amp;amp;m's (her oldest grandson and granddaughter, and her youngest granddaughter) for Mother's Day this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think next year we will bring a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; quieter companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singe talked throughout the whole trip in a voice that was uncannily like Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an Connery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9OCU-3YI/AAAAAAAAAMA/glBVHKFb97c/s1600/Hit+the+road+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9OCU-3YI/AAAAAAAAAMA/glBVHKFb97c/s200/Hit+the+road+Jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502480893580598658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singe wanted to have LuLu's MoMo showing for his photo op.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our first stop was High Prairie Quilts.  This was almost our last stop, as well.  There was far too much pushing and shoving.  I, being in a hurry this morning, forgot to eat anything.  I was very short on patience and got on my mom's nerves far too quickly, since she was also upset with some of the other shop hoppers.  Singe was not in a good mood, either, when we got back to the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9ObduIeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NjLPBRIbqDs/s1600/High+Parire+Quilts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9ObduIeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NjLPBRIbqDs/s200/High+Parire+Quilts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502480900328137186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second stop w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as Holly's Quilt Cabin.  This was a much better experience.  We bought some things and really enjoyed ourselves.  I bought a peppermint tape measure.  We came back to a car with fogged up windows.  We had left Singe some water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9NUZFtEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NTQUtZxPpuo/s1600/Holly%27s+Quilt+Cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9NUZFtEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NTQUtZxPpuo/s200/Holly%27s+Quilt+Cabin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502480881249793090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took the time to have lunch at a place we haven't been in a long time, Blimpies.  I don't know if the food was better years ago, but it wasn't that good this time.  I received a shock as I watched them warm up my meatballs in a GladWare container in a microwave.   Singe smelled our sandwiches and, instead of drooling, he had steam coming out of his mouth.  He did threaten to toast our subs for us.  We told him no.  He is still a baby and can't control himself very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9NPtgzUI/AAAAAAAAALw/HfslWPA6IMw/s1600/Blimpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9NPtgzUI/AAAAAAAAALw/HfslWPA6IMw/s200/Blimpie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502480879993277762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The third shop was The Creative Needle.  Here we saw a very interesting way to work with this year's shop hop fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9M5C1PCI/AAAAAAAAALo/WNnB-H7TrCs/s1600/The+Creative+Needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9M5C1PCI/AAAAAAAAALo/WNnB-H7TrCs/s200/The+Creative+Needle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502480873908681762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fourth stop was Fabric Expressions.  I found some very nice charm packs here.  We had still not won a door prize at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-tSMEdoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/euVtN1-v8uI/s1600/Fabric+Expression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-tSMEdoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/euVtN1-v8uI/s200/Fabric+Expression.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502482529925756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth stop was The Great American Quilt Factory.  This store alwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ys has some very cool quilts on the walls and interesting project ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-tP0QpdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7SdtH2p_Mh0/s1600/GAQF+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-tP0QpdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7SdtH2p_Mh0/s200/GAQF+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502482529289020882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth stop was Harri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;et's Treadle Arts.  Here we bought some quilt cards that we wanted to add to our collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-szSFtyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/giKoWUeKcxg/s1600/Harriot%27s+Treadle+Arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-szSFtyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/giKoWUeKcxg/s200/Harriot%27s+Treadle+Arts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502482521629505314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The seventh and final stop was Tomorrows Heirlooms.    Mom bought a kit and some buttons.  I bought some Christmas pins.  Singe was not a happy camper.  It had started to rain and there was thunder and lightning.  He quivered in his car seat and refused to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-sSK_N-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yMF54wl9MKY/s1600/Tomorrows+Heirloom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-sSK_N-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/yMF54wl9MKY/s200/Tomorrows+Heirloom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502482512741349346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also made an extra stop at The Quilt Store.  I got a pattern and some of the fabrics that go along with it.  The storm was getting worse, so Singe insisted on coming in with us.  He dug his claws into my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-sG-vbGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2FNmmy9kMCM/s1600/The+Quilt+Store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy-sG-vbGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2FNmmy9kMCM/s200/The+Quilt+Store.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502482509737192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had to deal with many complaints as to why Singe couldn't accompany us into the stores.  How do you tell a stuffed animal that he is not alive and would be a burden?  Not an easy thing to do.  When we got home, Singe decided he had too much energy and he jumped in the Jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy_1VebP3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/f9Z9PayxO9I/s1600/Jumpy+Jump+Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy_1VebP3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/f9Z9PayxO9I/s200/Jumpy+Jump+Jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502483767758634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-2208760398627516080?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2208760398627516080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2208760398627516080&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2208760398627516080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2208760398627516080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/08/shop-hop-fever.html' title='Shop Hop Fever'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TFy9OCU-3YI/AAAAAAAAAMA/glBVHKFb97c/s72-c/Hit+the+road+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-6712664745944298018</id><published>2010-07-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:17:11.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Night!!!</title><content type='html'>My FNSI was not all that it was cracked up to be.  I didn't get done what I hoped to get done.  I had no idea what I was getting into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Nicci went through her projects recently and brought over a kit my mom had bought for her years ago &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya know - back when rocks were soft and mist was in the air&lt;/span&gt;. Nicci said she would never stitch it, and she hoped mom might be able to exchange it for something else.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; this project.  It happens to be hanging on our living room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TEuCUunQXkI/AAAAAAAAALg/5mlQPJ7cPUg/s1600/What+it+will+be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TEuCUunQXkI/AAAAAAAAALg/5mlQPJ7cPUg/s200/What+it+will+be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497631062757498434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom is so talented!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the finished one is destined to go to live with my sister &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Glamazon&lt;/span&gt; someday.  So I decided &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; wisdom&lt;/span&gt; that I would make it for myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to go along with the stitched masterpiece my mom is leaving to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TEuCUQSEwPI/AAAAAAAAALY/PkYEQ5f2IR4/s1600/what+a+mess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TEuCUQSEwPI/AAAAAAAAALY/PkYEQ5f2IR4/s200/what+a+mess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497631054615593202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT A MESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FNSI - alright - I'll listen to Harry Potter, crack this baby open and get started!"&lt;/span&gt; Bum-Bum-Bum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY!!!&lt;/span&gt; There is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much floss&lt;/span&gt;. And they all appear to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same color!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  I spent all night separating my floss and didn't ever get to poke my needle through my fabric.  Wah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got up this morning &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; mom - this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I spent an hour and a half separating my floss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; way since I messed them all up last night &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;using the wrong light.&lt;/span&gt;  Guess mom was right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt; about needing direct sunlight and a white piece of paper as a backdrop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-6712664745944298018?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6712664745944298018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=6712664745944298018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6712664745944298018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6712664745944298018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-night.html' title='What a Night!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TEuCUunQXkI/AAAAAAAAALg/5mlQPJ7cPUg/s72-c/What+it+will+be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-6920990427621538586</id><published>2010-07-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:49:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happiness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lulu and I wanted to wish everyone a safe and happy 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TDIzY1rjYeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OpTrL2WuehA/s1600/lady+liberty+waving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TDIzY1rjYeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OpTrL2WuehA/s200/lady+liberty+waving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490507397537685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TDIzYK40k4I/AAAAAAAAALI/Vu1czwF5hwM/s1600/lady+liberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TDIzYK40k4I/AAAAAAAAALI/Vu1czwF5hwM/s200/lady+liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490507386050614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Like Auntia, like Niece!!!&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-6920990427621538586?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6920990427621538586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=6920990427621538586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6920990427621538586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6920990427621538586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/07/persuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happiness!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TDIzY1rjYeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OpTrL2WuehA/s72-c/lady+liberty+waving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7114365009959528425</id><published>2010-06-19T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:46:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whodunit?</title><content type='html'>I did participate in the FNSI.  I worked on my J and K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEwAN-QI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ia37zuD-pE4/s1600/j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEwAN-QI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ia37zuD-pE4/s200/j.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484665347137992962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEtQmByI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ExrVRP2ocOY/s1600/k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEtQmByI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ExrVRP2ocOY/s200/k.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484665346401371938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked on my confetti pineapple quilt.  I got the kit a couple years ago.  I fell in love with it.  It looked like a big bowl of Sherbet.  I waited until I could make the blocks with out noticeable mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEGHvr6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/YnnS2uOW1nU/s1600/confetti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEGHvr6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/YnnS2uOW1nU/s200/confetti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484665335895273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So far so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for who took out The Undertaker a couple of weeks ago I still don't know.  Although from what I heard and saw on Smackdown last night the Whodunit will be revealed by Kane on Sunday at Fatal 4 Way.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THERE WILL BE VENGEANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another FNSI and a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;entertainment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mom was so excited about her Buffalo that she came in and watched wrestling for a bit.  She has her own opinion about The All American American Jack Swagger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-7114365009959528425?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7114365009959528425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7114365009959528425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7114365009959528425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7114365009959528425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/06/whodunit.html' title='Whodunit?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/TB1yEwAN-QI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ia37zuD-pE4/s72-c/j.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-4833328066351762890</id><published>2010-05-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:58:58.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A round of uh... uh... PAWS</title><content type='html'>Last night was FNSI and I got to work on my paper pieced BOM.  I made the Bear Paw last night and it was like I was in a fight with a real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BEAR&lt;/span&gt;.  But I sucked it up, stitched up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;battle wounds&lt;/span&gt; and made it through.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S_iJEBvtPNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ld47TfMVnXg/s1600/HI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S_iJEBvtPNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ld47TfMVnXg/s200/HI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474276049349852370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got the small part of the other block done too.  There would have been more, but my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;battle scars&lt;/span&gt; from the Bear Paw were not fully healed and my ego was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; by my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; attempts to get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt; piece together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S_iJD5FLaTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VrksDHQMz04/s1600/LuLuHI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S_iJD5FLaTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VrksDHQMz04/s200/LuLuHI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474276047023991090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuLu wanted to say HI as well.&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/3310066501859574725-4833328066351762890?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4833328066351762890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=4833328066351762890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4833328066351762890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4833328066351762890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/05/round-of-uh-uh-paws.html' title='A round of uh... uh... PAWS'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S_iJEBvtPNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ld47TfMVnXg/s72-c/HI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-4826608486998133163</id><published>2010-04-17T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:45:15.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E, F and G FNSI</title><content type='html'>So last night I worked on my &lt;a href="http://whatisstarbucking.blogspot.com/2010/04/fnsi-and-other-acronyms.html"&gt;effing&lt;/a&gt; F.  It took me all night and I didn't get to start on my &lt;a href="http://whatisstarbucking.blogspot.com/2010/04/fnsi-and-other-acronyms.html"&gt;effing&lt;/a&gt; G.  I am using the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colorful language&lt;/span&gt; that my mother could have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sworn&lt;/span&gt; I said.  It's obvious that she doesn't hear anything I say.  Just kidding.  She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;captivated&lt;/span&gt; by my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every word&lt;/span&gt;, just waiting to laugh her butt off at my unintentional stupidity. For example, when I was searching for fat quarters for my Egyptian quilt, I held one up and asked her if it was too African to be Egyptian. Her reply was, "Melissa, Egypt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; in Africa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S8o_ToeZ5YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpNQ47Om4iQ/s1600/chip+e+f+g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S8o_ToeZ5YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpNQ47Om4iQ/s200/chip+e+f+g.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461247104655156610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a new Mary Engelbreit tin. It has a peep hole and  I just love it!!!  The fabric at the top is candy canes that mom and I found on our OSSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night we had pizza, bread sticks, freshly baked french bread (eaten on the way home from the grocery store) and McFlurrys from McDonald's.  I have to say that there has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; inside those things because the moment we started eating them we turned goofy. Okay, okay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more goofy than normal&lt;/span&gt;.  I mentioned this to mom and she said "I don't think that's what they mean by 'Brain Freeze' Melissa."  At that time she was not under its influence.  When she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; start slurping her McFlurry, she was giggling so much that she got it all over her clothes.  She started out with one spot; I turned around and she had five new spots.&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/3310066501859574725-4826608486998133163?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4826608486998133163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=4826608486998133163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4826608486998133163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4826608486998133163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-f-and-g-fnsi.html' title='E, F and G FNSI'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S8o_ToeZ5YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpNQ47Om4iQ/s72-c/chip+e+f+g.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-6211100044570052986</id><published>2010-03-20T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:47:08.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Peppermint!!!</title><content type='html'>This months Friday Night Sew In was the best I have had yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corned Beef, potatoes, BEER BREAD, and wrestling all in one night would be splendid.  If you add working on my peppermint quilt it made my night perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged about my paper pieced BOM before, but I only decided this week to embroider blocks to make the quilt bigger.  I am making the alphabet into candy canes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S6VBdeheT8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TOFFvC28wa0/s1600-h/pepermint+abc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S6VBdeheT8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TOFFvC28wa0/s200/pepermint+abc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450834898667327426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom found the perfect tin to put my work in.  Isn't it just the cutest thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thank you mom you are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; ever)&lt;/span&gt; and the wrestling was pure entertainment, good guys won some and the good guys lost some, all in all a picture perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jocelyn: "Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse  and a stick."&lt;br /&gt;Wat: "It's called a 'Lance.' Hello?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Knights Tale&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-6211100044570052986?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6211100044570052986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=6211100044570052986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6211100044570052986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6211100044570052986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/03/twisted-peppermint.html' title='Twisted Peppermint!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S6VBdeheT8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TOFFvC28wa0/s72-c/pepermint+abc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-870373592309151261</id><published>2010-03-09T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:31:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No She Didunt!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom and I went to our BOM meeting on Saturday morning. She was so excited because we were going to my Ant Nicci's house after and giving my Uncle his quilt.  She spent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning taking pictures and we were running really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my special breakfast, Boston cream pie Toaster Streudels, and got real hungry during the meeting.  I had asked mom to remind me that we had the Toaster Streudels the night before and she said, "Oh of course I will.  You can count on me." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the car to eat a cookie while mom made our purchases, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; stash card.  While I was out there I decided to be the perfect daughter and bring her the cookies.  I should also mention that I was wearing my very nice and loud boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S5ZnYfKsUeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EYmnU0PwlbI/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S5ZnYfKsUeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EYmnU0PwlbI/s200/boots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446654469732061666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in to the quilt shop and I hear her talking in the voice that she uses when she is mimicking me saying, "I'm hungry." and started talking bad about my boots.   I couldn't believe that my own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betray&lt;/span&gt; me that way behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time she can hear me walking but didn't put the sound together with it being me.  So I walked around to her other side, while all the other people in line and behind the counter are laughing and watching me.  I sit down in a chair next to her with my pout face on and said "And here I brought cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns and looks at me and laughs, along with everyone else and goes bright red.  Not nearly as red as I was already but red.  I will say this, I got the bigger laugh in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her feel so guilty that she took me to Carl's Jr, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I paid of course&lt;/span&gt;, so that I could eat something.  She got me an extra order of hash browns too, so I felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday before, we went to see my Ant Nicci, I gave her an ant I bought at Hancock fabrics.  It was a thank you for the book mark that she made for my mom that I confiscated and made my own and for the towel that she actually made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S5ZnXZItz6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/H1j9xAGIhpk/s1600-h/Ant+for+Nicci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S5ZnXZItz6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/H1j9xAGIhpk/s200/Ant+for+Nicci.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446654450933288866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Operation 'This Will Most Likely End Badly' is a go." Lt. Colonel John Sheppard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate Atlantis&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-870373592309151261?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/870373592309151261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=870373592309151261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/870373592309151261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/870373592309151261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no-she-didunt.html' title='Oh No She Didunt!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S5ZnYfKsUeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EYmnU0PwlbI/s72-c/boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-4573165465543179365</id><published>2010-02-20T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:54:40.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me...</title><content type='html'>I joined in on the Friday Night Sew in again last night.  This is what I got accomplished.  I finished reading The Bourne Identity by Robert Ludlum.  I can safely say that I know who Jason Bourne is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S4CCkUb9EkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DdN6rboAMDU/s1600-h/bom+peppermint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S4CCkUb9EkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DdN6rboAMDU/s200/bom+peppermint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440491910336418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have already given the quilt a name and made all the accouterments match the theme - even the spiral note book has polar bears, which are from the north pole where the elves make all the candy canes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my paper pieced block of the month blocks done.  I changed out one of the fabrics because it had ladybugs on it.  Now if I liked ladybugs it would be really cute fabric.  But ever since I got bitten by one last summer &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I swear I was minding my own business, I don't know what I did to upset it)&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been able to see a lady bug without cringing and scratching my leg where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; welt was.  So I found some very nice XO fabric to put in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S4CCkGSYDpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dsn6vpDNA38/s1600-h/bom+flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S4CCkGSYDpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dsn6vpDNA38/s200/bom+flower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440491906538147474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got my other block of the month block done.  Here are all the blocks so far.  I don't really like this quilt at all.  None of the blocks are going together like they should.   I love all the fabrics and, in theory, they should look good together - but they really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked on my sherry berry quilt and finished the blocks. Now I can put them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What about Jack?  I can't leave without him!"&lt;br /&gt;[sees Jack getting chased by cannibals]&lt;br /&gt;"Time to go." Will Turner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-4573165465543179365?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4573165465543179365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=4573165465543179365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4573165465543179365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4573165465543179365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S4CCkUb9EkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DdN6rboAMDU/s72-c/bom+peppermint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-997773935608238408</id><published>2010-01-16T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:23:21.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday Night Delight...</title><content type='html'>I settled in last night working on three projects.  My two wrestling quilts and my little Sherry Berry Christmas quilt.  I had the wrestling quilts pieced already, but I needed to get the backs ready.  I bought a WWE sheet set and decided to use the fitted sheet as borders and binding for my quilts and use the other sheet as the backing for the big quilt.  I decided I would take the pillow cases apart and use them as the backing for the mini wrestling quilt.  So last night was spent ripping out seams and pressing them open so that when I finally get around to quilting them, they will be completely ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all of that watching while WWE Smackdown last night.  Last night was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the Friday Night Delight John Morrison's night.  He lost his match to Y2J Chris Jericho do to interference by Scotland's own Drew McIntyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHnF6bBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1a18OzvtD6I/s1600-h/coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHnF6bBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1a18OzvtD6I/s200/coffee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427443512641219602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHQxOHrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QmgmZruqclE/s1600-h/popcorn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHQxOHrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QmgmZruqclE/s200/popcorn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427443506648850098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a small break to drink some peppermint coffee and eat sugared kettle corn.  While I was doing this, CM Punk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SAVED&lt;/span&gt; a member the of the WWE Universe by converting him to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Straight Edge&lt;/span&gt; life style.  To symbolize his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rebirth&lt;/span&gt; (if you will) they shaved his head.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, great stuff. Right.&lt;/span&gt;  The highlight of the wrestling night, seeing my beloved Matt Hardy team up with The Great Khali.  They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; win the fatal four way tag team match for a shot at the Undisputed Tag Team titles,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; held by the ever so deserving DX&lt;/span&gt;, but is was still fun to see them tag together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InH4EKhMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3NoURgpEIog/s1600-h/wwequilt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InH4EKhMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3NoURgpEIog/s200/wwequilt2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427443517197288642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was asked to explain my wrestling quilt.  Well it is a Smackdown vs. Raw.  Smackdown colors are Blue and White.  Raw colors are Red and Black.  I was very picky about some of the fabric in the quilt.  I have chili peppers on red to represent the late great Eddie Guerrero.  I also have low rider fabric for him and his nephew Chavo as well.  There is animal print for the Animal Batista and food fabric for all the poop and throw up gags that they do every so often.  There is also star fabric to represent Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHOfhR3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2gumB9gifrI/s1600-h/Sherry+Berry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHOfhR3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2gumB9gifrI/s200/Sherry+Berry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427443506037737330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InG9O722I/AAAAAAAAAJI/46iLzq8T4Is/s1600-h/PaLoe+Berry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InG9O722I/AAAAAAAAAJI/46iLzq8T4Is/s200/PaLoe+Berry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427443501404773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the seam ripping and the pressing for the backs of the wrestling quilts, Smackdown was not over soooo I decided to work on my little Sherry Berry Christmas quilt.  I finished the blocks I had started, and started cutting the fabric for the rest of the blocks.  By the time all the cutting was done I was almost through with an episode of Criminal Minds.  I laid out the blocks, and then the second episode of Criminal Minds was over and so was my Friday Night Sew In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: "Yes, the rum is gone."&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "Why is the rum gone?"&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: &lt;q&gt;One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But why is the rum gone?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-997773935608238408?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/997773935608238408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=997773935608238408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/997773935608238408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/997773935608238408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-friday-night-delight.html' title='My Friday Night Delight...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S1InHnF6bBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1a18OzvtD6I/s72-c/coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7175797804732660216</id><published>2010-01-14T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:38:38.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sew In...</title><content type='html'>I will be participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.handmadebyheidi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday Night Sew-In for the New Year&lt;/a&gt;. I plan to work on my wrestling quilts while watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Friday Night Delight&lt;/span&gt;, John Morrison and many others wrestling on WWE Smackdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0-qUW7eXqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H8Af7jfGNmA/s1600-h/wwequilt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0-qUW7eXqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H8Af7jfGNmA/s200/wwequilt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426743342733876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-7175797804732660216?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7175797804732660216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7175797804732660216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7175797804732660216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7175797804732660216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sew-in.html' title='I&apos;m Sew In...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0-qUW7eXqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H8Af7jfGNmA/s72-c/wwequilt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-1860764435686189540</id><published>2010-01-06T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:00:01.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy! Busy! Busy!</title><content type='html'>The week of Christmas was a hectic one.  I took the time to document it since I was told &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(before Christmas)&lt;/span&gt; by sources that will remain anonymous that is was "Freakin' Christmas!" update your blog.  So here is an update on my Christmas week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDDda2-KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/paWcXe9esew/s1600-h/Wall+Hanging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDDda2-KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/paWcXe9esew/s200/Wall+Hanging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674315465226402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the wall hanging that my mom and I started in June.  We each made 2 blocks.  This is our first attempt at hand applique.  I plan to quilt strawberries in the border and a thistle in the center square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake cookies every year for Christmas.  This year I made 90 oatmeal cookies.  They were so very good it was to bad that I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDDK7yYUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BBKfS-ye2WE/s1600-h/making+cut+out+cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDDK7yYUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BBKfS-ye2WE/s200/making+cut+out+cookies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674310503063874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDC8OaxPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZjU6Tui27d8/s1600-h/peppermint+cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDC8OaxPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZjU6Tui27d8/s200/peppermint+cookies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674306554676466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDCgliWcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yKTogxuN8g0/s1600-h/cookie+supplies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDCgliWcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yKTogxuN8g0/s200/cookie+supplies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674299135449538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make sugar cookies that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; like peppermints. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAD TO!&lt;/span&gt;  They weren't bad to make but when it came time to frost them the White frosting had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; strong objections.  That's why there is very little white.  I even dressed up like a peppermint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always make green Christmas tree cookies.  I know my BroBro so well that I even made him an entire cookie sheet of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;extra crispy&lt;/span&gt; trees because that is how he likes all his cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDCRPAMdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SdoJ_Ak1SY8/s1600-h/chocolate+haystacks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDCRPAMdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SdoJ_Ak1SY8/s200/chocolate+haystacks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674295014404562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cookie that I make are chocolate haystacks.  They are a lot of work because you have to have everything ready to go or your cookies are ruined.  I love them.  I don't always get around to making them but I made sure I did this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K'tano "I see you are one who speaks your mind, O'Neill"&lt;br /&gt;O'Neill "Yes, which is why I don't say much." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate SG-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-1860764435686189540?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1860764435686189540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=1860764435686189540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/1860764435686189540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/1860764435686189540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy! Busy! Busy!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0TDDda2-KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/paWcXe9esew/s72-c/Wall+Hanging.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-8278658696749830944</id><published>2010-01-06T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:17:25.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me A Good Time...</title><content type='html'>Shortly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for those who know me no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt; after BroBro's  birthday I made his extra special specific birthday cake.  He told me, "I want a checkerboard cake with Bronco colors with cream cheese frosting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not colored)&lt;/span&gt;. So being the coolest sister that am, I obliged his picky tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6CPwZeYI/AAAAAAAAAII/df_iJL4lJ3Y/s1600-h/BroBro+Birthday+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6CPwZeYI/AAAAAAAAAII/df_iJL4lJ3Y/s200/BroBro+Birthday+Cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423664399012952450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6B1nPPPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ut9hH8NznEk/s1600-h/BroBro+Birthday+Cake_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6B1nPPPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ut9hH8NznEk/s200/BroBro+Birthday+Cake_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423664391995210994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6ClEetMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oFJHJHnrMq8/s1600-h/BroBro+cut+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6ClEetMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oFJHJHnrMq8/s200/BroBro+cut+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423664404734325954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over and decided that it was time to take his car home.  Well guess who had to steer the car that doesn't start.  That's right me.  The one person who doesn't drive or have a license.  I heard a lot of, "turn the car left. No the other left.  Okay straighten out."   Did I mention the BroBro's car is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; an automatic.  Yeah can you picture it, me trying to figure out how to get the car in the right gear.  The cake was good and well earned by the end and Bro Bro truly did show me a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bumblebee, stop lubricating on the human!" Optimus Prim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-8278658696749830944?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8278658696749830944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=8278658696749830944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8278658696749830944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8278658696749830944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-me-good-time.html' title='Show Me A Good Time...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/S0S6CPwZeYI/AAAAAAAAAII/df_iJL4lJ3Y/s72-c/BroBro+Birthday+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2885746880827435377</id><published>2009-11-05T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:17:07.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh SCARY!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay! Okay! Soooo my Halloween wasn't in the least bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;.  Here are all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creepy, crawly, nasty, and disturbing&lt;/span&gt; details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXtlJ8II/AAAAAAAAAH4/kbAr0O70eH4/s1600-h/DSCI2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXtlJ8II/AAAAAAAAAH4/kbAr0O70eH4/s200/DSCI2111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756443031400578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see all my kids in their Halloween costumes.  Little Bit came over and I put her in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumblebee&lt;/span&gt; costume I bought for her.  My sister, The Glamazon, got her a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladybug&lt;/span&gt; outfit (shudder) but ever since I was bitten by one &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a ladybug)&lt;/span&gt; they give me the creeps &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not lying&lt;/span&gt; - the welt it left was huge)&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't stand seeing her as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXcwOfSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lqTymc4WHDQ/s1600-h/DSCI2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXcwOfSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lqTymc4WHDQ/s200/DSCI2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756438514433314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Like Auntia Like Niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces and Dallas came over Halloween evening.  Pieces is as captivated by Bumblebee &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the Transformer)&lt;/span&gt; as much as I am. Isn't she just adorable?! Dallas was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; and was very convincing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXAQdMnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Wwxo2PQZHw/s1600-h/DSCI2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXAQdMnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Wwxo2PQZHw/s200/DSCI2147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756430864986738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NoJo was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swamp Doctor&lt;/span&gt;.  He is just too darn cute to look scary.  Jyliebean was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink horse&lt;/span&gt;.  With her recently lost front tooth she looks just as sweet as sweet can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXCZolfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/thy-mQFr0uQ/s1600-h/DSCI2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXCZolfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/thy-mQFr0uQ/s200/DSCI2161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756431440352754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXWx_qgOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q3S1JBXssr8/s1600-h/DSCI2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXWx_qgOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q3S1JBXssr8/s200/DSCI2126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756427036459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donned on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; outfit and had some fun handing out candy.  The cutest little kitty cat came to my door wearing cat ears over a pink and black striped beanie.  I couldn't convince mom to wear her Star Trek shirt.  Hers is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; officers' and mine is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Command&lt;/span&gt; officers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We came in one piece and we expect to leave in one ... piece.&lt;/span&gt;" Jack O'Neill Stargate SG-1&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/3310066501859574725-2885746880827435377?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2885746880827435377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2885746880827435377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2885746880827435377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2885746880827435377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohhh-scary.html' title='Ohhh SCARY!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SvNXXtlJ8II/AAAAAAAAAH4/kbAr0O70eH4/s72-c/DSCI2111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-577467924750797301</id><published>2009-08-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:44:13.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BroBro</title><content type='html'>Today is BroBro's 27th birthday and, though he may never read this, I still want to wish him a very happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoxjiNgo6GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vsMbB4qU5tE/s1600-h/brobro+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoxjiNgo6GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vsMbB4qU5tE/s200/brobro+birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777894939420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking a birthday cake to him later this week.   He asked me several months ago to bake him a checkerboard cake.  I have the pans, I just need the will to bake.  I keep asking myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do I really like him that much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-577467924750797301?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/577467924750797301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=577467924750797301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/577467924750797301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/577467924750797301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brobro.html' title='My BroBro'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoxjiNgo6GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vsMbB4qU5tE/s72-c/brobro+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-4961306461837279574</id><published>2009-08-13T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:48:42.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Goodies!!!</title><content type='html'>This is a picture of the fat quarters, charm, and pattern that I got on the Rocky Mountain Fever Quilt Shop Hop 2009.  There were 4 mountain patterns, fall, spring. summer, and winter.  Mom and I decided on fall.  It was just to pretty to leave behind.  My next favorite was the winter mountain pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQww3THL8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jLFEBHqlfDw/s1600-h/shop+hop+goodies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQww3THL8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jLFEBHqlfDw/s200/shop+hop+goodies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369470271768440770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fabric that I bought for my Snowman quilt that I have started.  You can see that the batiks are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; color not only for the snowflake flannel but for the colors I chose for my Snowman quilt.  I started Winter Wonderland the last week of June.  I have finished 2 blocks, one I finished twice because I wanted to change a color.  I decide to learn how to embroider on this pattern and work on it while my mom works on her Hocuspocusville.&lt;a href="http://www.crabapplehillstudio.com/items/313_hocuspocusville.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwZsMsppI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-YnpCcrs_MU/s1600-h/snowman+shop+hop+goodies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwZsMsppI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-YnpCcrs_MU/s200/snowman+shop+hop+goodies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369469873651754642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwByz_tGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1yB6DrwF2gs/s1600-h/snowman+embroidery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwByz_tGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1yB6DrwF2gs/s200/snowman+embroidery.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369469463110333538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwA1si0TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YayTEXCFkrU/s1600-h/snowman+embroidery+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQwA1si0TI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YayTEXCFkrU/s200/snowman+embroidery+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369469446704517426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQyTh3qaOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cg4GAscGQZo/s1600-h/winter+wonderland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQyTh3qaOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cg4GAscGQZo/s200/winter+wonderland.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369471966823213282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I like that guy.  He says 'Okey-dokey.'"&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like mister Okey-dokey is okey-dokey." Dean Winchester &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-4961306461837279574?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4961306461837279574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=4961306461837279574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4961306461837279574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/4961306461837279574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-goodies.html' title='Oh Goodies!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SoQww3THL8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jLFEBHqlfDw/s72-c/shop+hop+goodies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2377230761236949899</id><published>2009-08-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:47:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt Shop Hop Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of the Rocky Mountain Fever Quilt Shop Hop started out at The Quilter's Studio.  They weren't a part of the shop hop, but we were there at the crack of dawn for our Saturday Sampler meeting.  Boxy and Mingo became fast friends and were extremely hard to separate when we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4w70WTaGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0iFAwBhyWpo/s1600-h/M+%26+Boxey+at+The+Quilter%27s+Studio+August09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4w70WTaGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0iFAwBhyWpo/s200/M+%26+Boxey+at+The+Quilter%27s+Studio+August09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367781610094815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yes, that is me holding Boxy.  He isn't too steady on his feet that early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first real shop we visited on Day 2 was Fabric Expressions.  Boxy is as much of a ham as his owner, NoJo.  The shop was not nearly as stressful inside as it was to find.  I was, unfortunately, the navigator on the trip.  I can't follow a map to save my life.  We ended up on a road out of no where.   I still don't know how it happened.  We made it, eventually, safe and sound.  I bought a charm pack and a blue batik to go with my Snowman embroidery quilt that I am stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4w7SfVDbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9j2QT60sqqI/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+Fabric+Expressions+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4w7SfVDbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9j2QT60sqqI/s200/close+Boxey+%26+Fabric+Expressions+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367781601005866418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was someone's birthday and there was cake there.  It looked quite good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next stop was The Creative Needle.  This was not nearly as hard to find as Fabric Expressions.  Their shop hop quilt was by far the best.  It was also the most cramped shop.  I bought a purple batik to go with my Snowman embroidery quilt.  Mom got a fat quarter of the specialty fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wmXanooI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6a4xQ50JkLQ/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+M+%26+Creative+Needle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wmXanooI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6a4xQ50JkLQ/s200/close+Boxey+%26+M+%26+Creative+Needle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367781241551037058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can imagine the looks I got carrying Boxy through the shop, but neither one of us really cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next stop was Holly's Quilt Cabin.   This is a shop that both my mom and I were looking forward to visiting.  The fabric here is the exact replica of our personalities and tastes.  I got three Christmas fat quarters and a Halloween fat quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wl6kbmdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YgHz2HXD56g/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+Holly%27s+Cabin+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wl6kbmdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YgHz2HXD56g/s200/close+Boxey+%26+Holly%27s+Cabin+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367781233807563218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, the next stop was one we planned to do on Day 3.  But since it wasn't yet noon we decided to just suck it up and visit the last two shops, get done, and stitch on Day 3 instead.  I hadn't gotten directions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; The Great American Quilt Factory &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Holly's Quilt Cabin. So we sat in the parking lot and figured it out.  We spent a lot of money last year so we went in very wary.  We made it out with out spending a dime and we were really proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wB_vtGrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ElMJN3oa-w0/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+Great+American+Quilt+Factory+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4wB_vtGrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ElMJN3oa-w0/s200/close+Boxey+%26+Great+American+Quilt+Factory+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367780616721734322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our last stop of the Rocky Mountain Quilt Fever Shop Hop was High Prairie Quilts.  Here again my very lacking skills of following a map or reading street signs failed me.  We had to turn around at least twice because I missed the street or read the directions wrong.  Here mom found several things to buy.  I was excited to receive my pin for finishing the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4vhNqSD3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/81_Om5g7hHI/s1600-h/close+-+Boxey+%26+High+Prairie+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4vhNqSD3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/81_Om5g7hHI/s200/close+-+Boxey+%26+High+Prairie+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367780053521403762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were back in our home town by 4 so we decided to go back up to The Patch Works to buy the flannel that I wanted.  Boxy had other ideas in mind when he laid his beady eyes on the flannel I was going to buy.  He clearly said to mom and I, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Mine!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn45KN-0OTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/flzHPuNCd6s/s1600-h/Boxey+%26+snowflakes+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn45KN-0OTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/flzHPuNCd6s/s200/Boxey+%26+snowflakes+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367790653586815282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn45K6dBqnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7aAF2Kavg4I/s1600-h/Boxey+%26+snowlflake+flannel+2+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn45K6dBqnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7aAF2Kavg4I/s200/Boxey+%26+snowlflake+flannel+2+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367790665524685426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man, does that turtle have a mean streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"General, without meaning, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt;, to sound like a smartass, are you cracked?" Jack O'Neill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate SG-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-2377230761236949899?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2377230761236949899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2377230761236949899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2377230761236949899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2377230761236949899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/quilt-shop-hop-day-2.html' title='Quilt Shop Hop Day 2'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4w70WTaGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0iFAwBhyWpo/s72-c/M+%26+Boxey+at+The+Quilter%27s+Studio+August09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-5454150131180859733</id><published>2009-08-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:01:00.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt Shop Hop Day 1</title><content type='html'>Every year my mom and I try to go on the Rocky Mountain Fever Quilt Shop Hop.  This year we did go.  We got in the car to start and I found a stowaway.  Boxy is my nephew NoJo's stuffed pet turtle.  &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well alright&lt;/font&gt; we said &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is always room for one more on the road.&lt;/font&gt; Especially since Boxy doesn't talk or eat ... so he was &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excellent&lt;/font&gt; company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4p65iE8FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y2kVykrYsrU/s1600-h/close+Boxey+hitching+a+ride+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4p65iE8FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y2kVykrYsrU/s200/close+Boxey+hitching+a+ride+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773897725112402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way through the north shops on Friday.  We started at the shop where I first learned how to quilt, Tomorrow's Heirlooms.  Boxy was more than excited to join us on our little trip.  I could almost hear my nephee-poo on the road with us. "Are we there yet?"  "&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two more shops?&lt;/font&gt;"  "Can we get something to eat?" "Do I get to buy anything?"  "Do we &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/font&gt; to go in there?"  Yes he is like all kids.  I love him in spite of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4pjMK4njI/AAAAAAAAAEw/88DHyuz9gvQ/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+Tomorrow%27s+Heirlooms+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4pjMK4njI/AAAAAAAAAEw/88DHyuz9gvQ/s200/close+Boxey+%26+Tomorrow%27s+Heirlooms+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367773490411249202" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was The Patch Works.  Boxy enjoyed the scenery out side more than the shop itself.  I did find some flannel that I thought might work for my Snowman embroidery quilt that I have started.  So I bought a fat quarter to bring home to see.  And it's perfect.  As it turns out it happens to be at the shop that has the dark green batik that is one of the fabrics specially made for this shop hop.  I know where we will be heading up to in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4ovMcmI2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_8RlDKaSvX0/s1600-h/close+Boxey+%26+The+Patch+Works+RMFQSH09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4ovMcmI2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_8RlDKaSvX0/s200/close+Boxey+%26+The+Patch+Works+RMFQSH09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367772597132338018" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop on Day 1 was Harriet's Treadle Arts.  Boxy was overwhelmed by the traffic and had to sit down to get his photo taken.  I love this shop.  It was a bit crowded for my taste but still fun.  I bought my grandma a birthday card there.  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Jack O'Neill&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you say something?" Samantha Carter&lt;br /&gt;"I was afraid you'd try to put a splint on it." Jack O'Neill &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate SG-1&lt;/font&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/3310066501859574725-5454150131180859733?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5454150131180859733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=5454150131180859733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5454150131180859733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/5454150131180859733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/quilt-shop-hop-day-1.html' title='Quilt Shop Hop Day 1'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/Sn4p65iE8FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y2kVykrYsrU/s72-c/close+Boxey+hitching+a+ride+RMFQSH09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-3497234255064327287</id><published>2009-07-31T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:00:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Most of the blogging world knows that my family celebrates half birthdays and today is my mom's half birthday.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SnCvgynPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O0ln0_5ivpE/s1600-h/flamingo+slippers+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SnCvgynPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O0ln0_5ivpE/s200/flamingo+slippers+closeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363980134075311602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY DEAR DIANNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/3310066501859574725-3497234255064327287?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3497234255064327287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=3497234255064327287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3497234255064327287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3497234255064327287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-birthday.html' title='Half Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SnCvgynPpfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O0ln0_5ivpE/s72-c/flamingo+slippers+closeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-9036995033921884314</id><published>2009-07-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:25:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirp!!!</title><content type='html'>As most of you will know my &lt;a href="http://whatisstarbucking.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-no-intelligent-life-down-here.html"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; went nuts buying cereal a couple months ago.  Well by the time we got down to the bottom of a box the cereal would be stale.  So she would spread them in the grass for the birds to munch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason birds don't like me at all. When I go out side they dive bomb my head and are down right mean.  I have no shame in admitting that I have no love loss for Woodpeckers.  Those godawful birds make all my neighbors stand and laugh as I go running out of the house, arms flailing, trying to scare them away from my precious trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was walking past the open front door and I heard a racket going on right outside the door.  I looked out to see what all the hullabaloo was about.  A teeny tiny finch was fleetingly bouncing and pecking at the mat in front of the door.  As I stared stupidly at it, it decided to tell me what I was to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chirp, Chirp&lt;/span&gt;" it said sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My momma didn't raise no dummy.  I knew what it wanted and I wasn't going to be fooled.  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;! I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to give you any food."  This bird wasn't going to give up without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chirp, Chirp&lt;/span&gt;" it said sweetly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No! I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going to feed you!"  Realizing I wouldn't budge, it pulled off a remarkable hop-turn, giving me a clear view of its butt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; giving me a piece of its mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CHIRP!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At that moment I realized that I had just been cussed out by a teeny tiny bird.  When mom heard of the altercation she had to sit down she was laughing so hard saying that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the birds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SmntfBqFPrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PjgCvR6R3qA/s1600-h/bird+on+porch+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SmntfBqFPrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PjgCvR6R3qA/s200/bird+on+porch+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362077948637953714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is really a sparrow who was looking for food the other day, whicht reminded me of the finch.   Mom took this picture  because they fly away or ram the door when they see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Bird Man took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give up. We have been trying all day, and it is the same as when we started.  Richard With The Temper,&lt;/span&gt;' he announced. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are the worst bird caller I have ever seen. A child could learn it in three tries, but there is not enough breath in you for the rest of your life to learn it.  It is hopeless.  The only thing your whistle says is, 'Come, there is food here.'&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wizard's First Rule&lt;/span&gt; by Terry Goodkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3310066501859574725-9036995033921884314?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9036995033921884314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=9036995033921884314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9036995033921884314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9036995033921884314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/07/chirp.html' title='Chirp!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SmntfBqFPrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PjgCvR6R3qA/s72-c/bird+on+porch+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-6256525523768794314</id><published>2009-07-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:36:55.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't He Grand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a wonderful surprise today when The Great One came over to visit.  I haven't seen him in over a year and I missed him fiercely.  I love hearing his stories.  Being my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; favorite&lt;/span&gt; Uncle I have an image of him being very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;civil&lt;/span&gt;.  I always have to bite my cheek from laughing every time he says something that I don't expect him to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about taking his daughter's dogs to the groomer and said that all the groomer needs to do is "trim Mac's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; pooper&lt;/span&gt; and she's good."  I am no stranger to the word "pooper" but not from The Great One.   He let out at least one more mention of Mac's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; poop&lt;/span&gt; and I was giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it clear that he was here to see his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite niece&lt;/span&gt; not just his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkwYi3EwVbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f8IwDT6O54E/s1600-h/Skip+%26+Melissa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkwYi3EwVbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f8IwDT6O54E/s200/Skip+%26+Melissa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353681044215190962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is The Great One giving me one of many hugs at my sister's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the Glamazon) &lt;/span&gt;wedding last year.  He is not a hugger in the least but I am special in that way.  He even gave me a nickname , Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's called a lance, hello!!!" Wat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3310066501859574725-6256525523768794314?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6256525523768794314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=6256525523768794314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6256525523768794314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/6256525523768794314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/07/aint-he-grand.html' title='Ain&apos;t He Grand!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkwYi3EwVbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f8IwDT6O54E/s72-c/Skip+%26+Melissa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-7033273564289500167</id><published>2009-06-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:00:31.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilts Quilts Quilts!!!</title><content type='html'>I have waited to write my first quilt post until I knew exactly what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkFKjPM7dfI/AAAAAAAAADw/0GyxNi3PtVI/s1600-h/Hygraias+BOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkFKjPM7dfI/AAAAAAAAADw/0GyxNi3PtVI/s200/Hygraias+BOM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639801529497074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my BOM's that I have finished.  They are no where near as good as my mom's but she has been sewing for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plenty-Sum years.&lt;/span&gt;  This quilt is going to go to my brother as a house warming present when it is finally finished &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who knows when that will be)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkFKi_vZhnI/AAAAAAAAADo/NezSCGPd5Sk/s1600-h/Celestial+BOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkFKi_vZhnI/AAAAAAAAADo/NezSCGPd5Sk/s200/Celestial+BOM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639797379106418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the blocks that I am making with Celestial fabric for me.  I have had a lot of fun picking the different fabrics for the different blocks.  I think I am doing pretty good at coming up with numerous color matches for the blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to start the new BOM in July because all the blocks will look so diverse that there will be no bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So it's a teenage thing?  Pimples, rebellion, life sucking?" Lt. Colonel John Sheppard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate Atlantis&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-7033273564289500167?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7033273564289500167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=7033273564289500167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7033273564289500167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/7033273564289500167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/quilts-quilts-quilts.html' title='Quilts Quilts Quilts!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkFKjPM7dfI/AAAAAAAAADw/0GyxNi3PtVI/s72-c/Hygraias+BOM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-789745377565708495</id><published>2009-06-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:52:57.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dinna ken!</title><content type='html'>Most people don't know what my URL stands for.  Weel... My mom&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (of course - who else?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; started talking about some books that she reads.  This was a loooong time ago and memories fade over time.  I finally picked up the almost 900 page book and read it.  I fell in love.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outlander&lt;/span&gt; became my favorite book.  That is ... until I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragonfly in Amber&lt;/span&gt;.  I was captivated by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outlander&lt;/span&gt; series by Diana Gabaldon.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you care my favorite is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drums of Autumn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I took a picture of the books that I could find in my room and there are only two missing.  Mom gave me her copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drums of Autumn&lt;/span&gt; and bought me my own copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Breath of Snow and Ashes&lt;/span&gt;.  She doesn't like sharing books with me ... she is very protective of all her books...  sheesh ... she acts like they are her babies or something.  I am the same way about my copies.  I don't loan them to anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE98QUF9-I/AAAAAAAAADg/g229bkUN0HM/s1600-h/Outlander+Series.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE98QUF9-I/AAAAAAAAADg/g229bkUN0HM/s200/Outlander+Series.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350625937673549794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very small...  Ok Ok so I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; very small...  When I was let's say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; younger&lt;/span&gt; my mom took me and BroBro with her to a book store, along with my very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (whom I call Ant Nicci) &lt;/span&gt;and my cousin.  I got to meet the author very briefly, but I was a kid and thought that she was as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt; as any celebrity &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at the time I couldn't have told you her name to save my own soul)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom knew that I was hooked on the books, so for my 21st birthday she bought me the coolest ring I have ever seen.  It is the ring that Jamie gives Claire after they are married.  You can't really tell but it has thistles woven in a highland interlace pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE98BHCbdI/AAAAAAAAADY/j5-rugfuNj4/s1600-h/Ring+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE98BHCbdI/AAAAAAAAADY/j5-rugfuNj4/s200/Ring+outside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350625933592260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even cooler about it is that on the inside it has the message Jamie had inscribed on Claire's ring.  "DA MI BASIA MILLE"  I love my ring and rarely ever take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE976Y9dDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lGNNRfY6YQg/s1600-h/Ring+inside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE976Y9dDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lGNNRfY6YQg/s200/Ring+inside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350625931788383282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring all this up for two reasons really.  One - the new book in the series, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Echo in the Bone&lt;/span&gt;, comes out this September and mom has already ordered both of our copies.  Two - I decided to write my second informative speech &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which I will be giving on Thursday)&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outlander Series&lt;/span&gt;.  I recomend this series to anyone who likes adventures and have a great sence of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50OXJ5AT3ms"&gt;"You ended that sentence with a preposition. B*st*rd." Colonel Jack O'Neill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate SG-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3310066501859574725-789745377565708495?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/789745377565708495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=789745377565708495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/789745377565708495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/789745377565708495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dinna-ken.html' title='I dinna ken!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SkE98QUF9-I/AAAAAAAAADg/g229bkUN0HM/s72-c/Outlander+Series.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-750038916605112702</id><published>2009-06-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:56:29.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other night I was up late on the computer.  I share the computer with my mom.  She had already gone to bed and I thought that I would give her a special treat when she woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom thinks that &lt;a href="http://www.adrianpaul.net/"&gt;Adrian Paul&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hot hot hot&lt;/span&gt;.  We usually have the debate about who is cuter, Adrian Paul or my first love &lt;a href="http://www.lorenzo-lamas.com/"&gt;Lorenzo Lamas&lt;/a&gt;.  Adrian plays the ever so lovable Duncan McLeod on &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/highlander/show/306/summary.html"&gt;Highlander&lt;/a&gt;.  Lorenzo plays the extremely good looking Reno Raines on &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/renegade/show/1783/summary.html"&gt;Renegade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I usually change the desktop wallpaper about once a month, to add variety to our lives&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (like we really need that right)&lt;/span&gt;.  So I decided I would find a really good picture of Adrian Paul online and make it the wallpaper.  I knew she would like just about anything I put on there as long as it wasn't a wrestler.  She has been stuck looking at wrestlers for at least a year. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I have not shown her how to change the wallpaper yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw a lot of good photos but I hadn't quite found what I was looking for.  I was about to give up.  Then I saw this picture and knew it was the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SjKOr1NVzQI/AAAAAAAAADI/i4HqIQUV4YQ/s1600-h/adrian_paul_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SjKOr1NVzQI/AAAAAAAAADI/i4HqIQUV4YQ/s200/adrian_paul_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346492591310753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good picture, right?  Well, when I got up the next morning I was expecting a grin and a thank you.  But what I got was the same reaction I get every other morning. "Good morning Melissa/Auntia &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(can't remember clearly most likely Auntia)&lt;/span&gt;."   So I waited about an hour and still nothing.  So I decided to ask if she noticed the new wallpaper on the computer.  "Oh yeah. Who is that? He doesn't look right."  I started laughing.  When I started clutching my side she finally asked, "What is so darn funny?"  Through gasps for air I told her who it was and she was dismayed.  So my treat for her turned into a great treat for me and I had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you so very much and as long as you are around there will never be a dull moment.  So this post is for you with tons of love and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm Connor McLeod. Same clan different vintage." Connor McLeod &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3310066501859574725-750038916605112702?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/750038916605112702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=750038916605112702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/750038916605112702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/750038916605112702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/adrain.html' title='Adrian!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SjKOr1NVzQI/AAAAAAAAADI/i4HqIQUV4YQ/s72-c/adrian_paul_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-8858548664285152009</id><published>2009-06-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:34:36.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>I have the unfortunate task of giving my first public speech in front of the speech class on Thursday.  I had a heck of a time figuring out a topic.  So there I am surfing the web trying to find a topic that I can relate to me or localize to the city I live in.  Easier said than done let me tell you.  All of a sudden a topic&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; literally&lt;/span&gt; jumped out at me.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Day the Music Died&lt;/span&gt;."  I said to my self, "Self, that is your favorite song and you have a personal tie to that day."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; my search was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In High school my favorite teacher, Mr. US History &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mom you know him as Mr. Albino Raven)&lt;/span&gt;, told my class about the day he went for a bike ride with his buddies.  Their riding along, chillin', and then they see all this hoopla going on at one of their neighbor's fields.  There had been a plane crash and they saw four bodies being carried away on stretchers.  They found out later that day who it was they saw.  They were devastated not only for the loss to the music industry but, my teacher informed me, had they known then they would have braced the cops and taken part of the plane as a &lt;b&gt;souvenir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my search for a topic was over and done with the real work began.  I looked up all I could find on Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson.  Didn't take me long to get the info I needed on any of them.  Man I love this topic.  The easiest work I have ever had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left to do now is stand up in front of people I don't know and share what I have learned.  I have my fingers crossed I don't run out of the room crying and dry heaving.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just kidding&lt;/span&gt; I will stand up there and fumble my way through it.  There are no wimps in my family.  Tee Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-8858548664285152009?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8858548664285152009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=8858548664285152009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8858548664285152009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/8858548664285152009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2167085465201316387</id><published>2009-06-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:09:27.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Jyliebean's birthday is coming up.  I can't believe she is turning 6 years old it seems only last month she was graduating from kindergarten.  Oh wait she was.  I was taking pictures and the kids started to sing and sign a song.  After the first picture I realized the camera I was using can also take videos.  This is what I was able to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94c1f3fcd0d754d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D094c1f3fcd0d754d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11712877E22F46C1461EF5A62924FC715479453C.1865841536668087A34D85391D415206C7E7280%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94c1f3fcd0d754d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-t2ndtZdXRfZ8FQ3J_JINXE5gc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D094c1f3fcd0d754d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11712877E22F46C1461EF5A62924FC715479453C.1865841536668087A34D85391D415206C7E7280%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94c1f3fcd0d754d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-t2ndtZdXRfZ8FQ3J_JINXE5gc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one in the middle row wearing a green shirt.  You notice her because she is the bestest looking one of the whole bunch.  I am so proud of my little girl.  Way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note Dallas' birthday was on Wednesday.  He turned the big 3.  Man they grow up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYVilmnMFpY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYVilmnMFpY"&gt;"I'm Batman!" Dean Winchester &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-2167085465201316387?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=94c1f3fcd0d754d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2167085465201316387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2167085465201316387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2167085465201316387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2167085465201316387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love.html' title='I Love...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-3901345099150792147</id><published>2009-06-02T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:28:59.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     I came down stairs to get a drink this afternoon and I smelled something so good and very familiar.  It was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't figure it out.  I went out to get the mail and came back in and smelled it again.  It hit me.  What I was smelling was Taco Bell's chicken fiesta bowl.  I love those things.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But I knew it couldn't be that, so I investigated the smell with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever so clever&lt;/span&gt; nose.  Under a bread cloth on the counter was a small crock-pot.  I opened it and had a peek inside.  Low and behold -  it was my mom's famous homemade meatballs cooking in her even more famous homemade spaghetti sauce.  Now, this meal will taste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; like Taco Bell, it will taste even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SiWTZf15w1I/AAAAAAAAADA/KpcuZJ0AvUk/s1600-h/meatballs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SiWTZf15w1I/AAAAAAAAADA/KpcuZJ0AvUk/s200/meatballs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342838599198557010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     It may look ugly, but in my family we always say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the uglier it looks the better it is going to taste when dinner comes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     Although I am stuck with a very large craving for Taco Bell's chicken fiesta bowl.  Meh - what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx1TWk-V4P0"&gt;"I'm your Huckleberry." Doc Holiday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tombstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3310066501859574725-3901345099150792147?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3901345099150792147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=3901345099150792147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3901345099150792147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3901345099150792147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-meal.html' title='4th Meal'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SiWTZf15w1I/AAAAAAAAADA/KpcuZJ0AvUk/s72-c/meatballs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-3869286712755241717</id><published>2009-05-09T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:46:11.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three little birds</title><content type='html'>I love my BroBro.  He's one of my favorite people on Earth.  I was at the store looking through a crochet hat book and saw a hat pattern that (to me) looked like dreadlocks.  I tease my BroBro all the time about his hair.  He is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nit picky&lt;/span&gt; about his hair.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to make it for him.  Easier said than done.  I got so frustrated following the instructions I had to have my mom finish the hat so that I could put the dreadlocks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't be sure if it would look right so I brought in an expert test subject to try it on...  I think it worked a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little too well&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlguIKiII/AAAAAAAAACw/_2af9ZkdBps/s1600-h/brobro+hat+test+subject.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlguIKiII/AAAAAAAAACw/_2af9ZkdBps/s200/brobro+hat+test+subject.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333921683991070850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it was time to give it to him.  I didn't want him to think I only make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gag&lt;/span&gt; gifts for no reason at all...  so I made him a cerulean blue scarf to soften the blow.  Cerulean blue is his favorite color.  I know him way too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlg79V3hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8rCkdEyfups/s1600-h/brobro+scarf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlg79V3hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8rCkdEyfups/s200/brobro+scarf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333921687703772690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlgYkOavI/AAAAAAAAACo/hwl5W6GEwY8/s1600-h/brobro+hat+reaction.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlgYkOavI/AAAAAAAAACo/hwl5W6GEwY8/s200/brobro+hat+reaction.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333921678203185906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlgN1MfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/l-Ww0vHK_xQ/s1600-h/brobro+rejects+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlgN1MfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/l-Ww0vHK_xQ/s200/brobro+rejects+hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333921675321572418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see he liked the scarf...(hint: he is actually wearing it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indoors&lt;/span&gt;).  He laughed at the hat at first.  Then he broke it to that if he put it on someone might hurt him.  So he stuffed it back in the gift bag.  He did promise me that if he ever puts it on he will take a picture for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bumblebee stop lubricating on the human!" Optimus Prime Transformers&lt;/span&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/3310066501859574725-3869286712755241717?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3869286712755241717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=3869286712755241717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3869286712755241717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/3869286712755241717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-little-birds.html' title='Three little birds'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXlguIKiII/AAAAAAAAACw/_2af9ZkdBps/s72-c/brobro+hat+test+subject.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-2962202625368234554</id><published>2009-05-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:51:51.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... Nuts!!!</title><content type='html'>I got these seed ballz from &lt;a href="http://www.lakeside.com/details.asp?I=DAG&amp;amp;Ntt=seed+balls&amp;amp;N=36&amp;amp;Nao=9&amp;amp;R=873061014DAG4&amp;amp;product=Drop-and-Grow-Seed-Ballz"&gt;Lakeside Collection&lt;/a&gt;.  I figured that if they get half the flowers their picture showed it would be a great deal for their price.  When they arrived I picked a place and followed the instructions on how to plant them.  I came in side and started reading the inside of the package they came in.  It had a disclaimer saying that since the seed ballz looked like nuts they are prone to squirrel theft.  I read this to my mom and she started laughing since we have a squirrel that wont leave our yard.  So every time I come in from watering my seed ballz I tell my mom "no squirrel theft yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUn_ZCOqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6VEGc_3BVOU/s1600-h/Seedballs_seeds+of+hope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUn_ZCOqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6VEGc_3BVOU/s200/Seedballs_seeds+of+hope.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903117186644642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnt0XNpI/AAAAAAAAABw/gm55l4SIkng/s1600-h/Seedballs_butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnt0XNpI/AAAAAAAAABw/gm55l4SIkng/s200/Seedballs_butterfly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903112469427858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I ordered some plants from &lt;a href="http://brecks.com/Default.asp?"&gt;Brecks&lt;/a&gt;.  I got the &lt;a href="http://brecks.com/product.asp_Q_pn_E_71853"&gt;Lion King Dutch Iris&lt;/a&gt;, which only one out of ten has decided to live.  I got the &lt;a href="http://brecks.com/product.asp_Q_pn_E_70235"&gt;World Expression Tulip&lt;/a&gt;, I have at most four of them out of nine.  I got the Superba Butterfly Tulip which out of the eight bulbs that I planted none have come up.  I also got the &lt;a href="http://brecks.com/product.asp_Q_pn_E_74734"&gt;Candycane Sorrel&lt;/a&gt;, none of it has come up yet.  I am hopeful though that since it is still early in spring that the rest of my bulbs will grow.  I may have to channel my inner &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0130414/"&gt;Merlin&lt;/a&gt; and say "Grow... Grow... Grow..." and hope it has the same effect as it does in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnl9TFsI/AAAAAAAAABo/LkDlUoMBuvE/s1600-h/Lion+King+Iris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnl9TFsI/AAAAAAAAABo/LkDlUoMBuvE/s200/Lion+King+Iris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903110359422658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnc_i6JI/AAAAAAAAABg/F4YD5-l9Zfk/s1600-h/butterfly+tulips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUnc_i6JI/AAAAAAAAABg/F4YD5-l9Zfk/s200/butterfly+tulips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333903107952928914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Expression Tulips start out with butter colored petals and as the blossom ages it gets whiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhI7JV1aI/AAAAAAAAACY/BUuG5opjLjc/s1600-h/yellow+world+expression.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhI7JV1aI/AAAAAAAAACY/BUuG5opjLjc/s200/yellow+world+expression.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333916877122295202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIqOEyAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8GLjh_F3_x0/s1600-h/whiter+world+expression.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIqOEyAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8GLjh_F3_x0/s200/whiter+world+expression.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333916872578746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a bunch of purple tulip bulbs from Breck's.  I planted them out side the window where the quilting frame is so that my mom and I would have some pretty flowers to look at as we quilt our quilts.  Out of the 20 bulbs I have 12 that have decided to live so far.  That is more than I thought I would get since I planted them in the barren waste land in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIuTUFJI/AAAAAAAAACI/mhhPj40S8Ps/s1600-h/purple+tulips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIuTUFJI/AAAAAAAAACI/mhhPj40S8Ps/s200/purple+tulips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333916873674462354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIhmBXtI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rUltWTrwNk/s1600-h/purple+tulips+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXhIhmBXtI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rUltWTrwNk/s200/purple+tulips+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333916870263267026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Life forms. You tiny little life forms.  You precious little life forms.  Where are you? Do do do do do do do." Data &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek Generations&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/3310066501859574725-2962202625368234554?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2962202625368234554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=2962202625368234554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2962202625368234554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/2962202625368234554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-nuts.html' title='Ah... Nuts!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgXUn_ZCOqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6VEGc_3BVOU/s72-c/Seedballs_seeds+of+hope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310066501859574725.post-9058542465290681573</id><published>2009-05-01T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:40:17.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nut shell</title><content type='html'>I am a big &lt;a href="http://www.eaglesband.com/"&gt;Eagles&lt;/a&gt; fan and I had to title my blog after one of their songs.  I picked a song that always brings a smile to my face when I hear it. (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qFs_Nh-prE"&gt;Life's been good&lt;/a&gt;)  I love their new CD as much as their original songs.  I had to stop playing the CD because my mom was hearing it in her dreams.  My life is a nonstop Eagles concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310066501859574725-9058542465290681573?l=idinnaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9058542465290681573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310066501859574725&amp;postID=9058542465290681573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9058542465290681573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310066501859574725/posts/default/9058542465290681573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idinnaken.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-nut-shell.html' title='In a nut shell'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01273199261025116226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knMq7Q4yQqc/SgSoTE1nb3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/fl5ez0dQ80I/S220/profile+photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
