<?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-28306553</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:18.872-05:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='Medical'/><category term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Grey's Cloud Nine</title><subtitle type='html'>Knitting,kids,life,sci fi cons,medieval reenactment, ect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-6302903952601942488</id><published>2007-06-25T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:44:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newsflash</title><content type='html'>Hubby has now lost 75lbs!!! For those keeping track, that is 15lbs more than he needed to loose for the surgery!!  We see the surgen in about a month, hubby still wants it done.  In the mean time, we see his doctor on Thursday, wish us luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-6302903952601942488?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/6302903952601942488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=6302903952601942488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/6302903952601942488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/6302903952601942488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/06/newsflash.html' title='newsflash'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-3985599300329607891</id><published>2007-06-06T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:24:40.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>YAY!!</title><content type='html'>Hubby informed me last night that he weighed himself at work, and he has reached his target goal for surgery!!!!!!!!!!   He sees the surgen at the end of July&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-3985599300329607891?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/3985599300329607891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=3985599300329607891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/3985599300329607891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/3985599300329607891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay.html' title='YAY!!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-2175486241117594402</id><published>2007-06-05T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:28:07.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN!</title><content type='html'>Went to give Lil Bit a bath:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "You want a bath?"&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit:  "Yeah, bath"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  "Lil Bit, you want to eat kitty poo?"&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit:  "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:  "How about Doggy Poo?"&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit: "Mica?" (Grandparen'ts dog)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: "You want to eat Mica's poo?"&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit:  "Barney?" (their other dog)&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: " You want to eat Barney's poo?"&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit:  "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby then looks at me like this all proves something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-2175486241117594402?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/2175486241117594402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=2175486241117594402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/2175486241117594402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/2175486241117594402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/06/men.html' title='MEN!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-1582492477749178587</id><published>2007-05-01T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:47:17.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Two months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey, sorry to abandon you fine people. Work has been working me five days a week, and when not working, I have Lil Bit and Hubby and housework. Life with a 2 year old keeps me on my feet, so yeah, life happens. Little things happen that make me think, "I should blog this" but they are never enough to actually post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some major things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil bit is now 2... too lazy to upload pics now. We had a blast. I served 1 1/2 gallons of chili, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, a veggie platter, a Winnie the Poo cake, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. We had it on a Wensday night, 19 people showed, and no one stayed so long as to overwhelm Lil Bit. Lil Bit did cry when we sang "Happy Birthday", though. This surprised me, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; nothing scares her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter (the weekend before her birthday) went well, Lil Bit ended up with FOUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; baskets and a gift bag with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; goodies. wondering why everyone seems to think a child that young needs THAT much candy. Of course Hubby and I helped dispose of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Hubby and eating.... Hubby has now lost 52lbs!!!!!!!!!!!! yep, we are quite happy with it. 8 more lbs till he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eligible&lt;/span&gt; for the surgery. He has an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; to speak to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt;. All he has to do now is loose the eight pounds and keep them off!! wish us luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all I can think of for now. please be patient with me. I promise I am looking in on all of you, and reading your blogs, I even post comments time to time. I do plan on keeping this blog going, but I don't want it to be an obligation. When I have time to share, I will. I leave you with a pic of Lil Bit and her favorite bunny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059741556092492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddijQzmbzM/RjfQIzos20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vNNd7vkDlE0/s320/Baby%26Bunny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-1582492477749178587?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/1582492477749178587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=1582492477749178587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/1582492477749178587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/1582492477749178587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-two-months.html' title='Almost Two months'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddijQzmbzM/RjfQIzos20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vNNd7vkDlE0/s72-c/Baby%26Bunny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-7883786690763956408</id><published>2007-03-02T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:46:03.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>rules and regulations.</title><content type='html'>It is a rule that if you are on Medicaid in Illinois, and under the age of 2, you need a lead test.  This seemed to be a good rule.  It is important to know if a child is going to have developmental problems, and Lil Bit did live with us in a 100 year old building till she was 9 months.  I NOW HATE THIS RULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter saying Lil Bit needed said test in December, and to take her to a clinic in East St. Louis.  I had a problem with this. Those who do not understand why, go Google East St. Louis.  I will wait.  See? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after sitting on the letter for a while, trying to decide what armed guard I was taking to a clinic in the worse part of said city, I called Lil Bit's Dr. and asked what to do.  I was told he would write me up a script, and we could go to the hospital where she was born, to get it done.  MUCH BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked around about the test, and didn't like what I heard.  I was told they had to dig around for it, and that it was painful.  Why couldn't they do a finger prick like they did for her iron test???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went today.  I took my mother with me for support and directions.  She gets way more blood work done than I do.  We got the order filled, and went to the lab.  Two techs came in, and said that if my mom wanted to wait in the hall to avoid watching both of us cry she could (not kidding).  They had me sit in a chair, and hold my child down, while they first looked for a vein in one arm, and then the other.  At this point my mother asked why they couldn't do the finger prick method, and we were told that they used to, but are not allowed to any more because of contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They found a vein in the second arm, and went after that, but weren't finding any blood.  Lil Bit was being a very good baby, but was telling them already that she was done.  Kept saying "I done"  They finally found blood after a few minutes, but as soon as they did, it got knocked out... not enough to do anything with.   Lil bit started screaming and crying.   I was now "done" too. &lt;br /&gt;  The second tech started digging in the first arm, found a vein, and got blood.  While they were drawing blood, they tried to get her to talk about cartoon characters, and the like, but all she did was cry, and look at me saying "Mommy, I done".  I started to tear up.&lt;br /&gt;  When we were finished, they gave Lil Bit four stickers.  She wasn't really all that interested, but she did take two of them when they handed them to her.&lt;br /&gt;  My mother made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; that good girls that get their blood drawn need suckers.  I agreed, so we went to the gift shop and got one.&lt;br /&gt;  I really don't want to go through this again, but if I read the paper correctly, we get to get it done again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-7883786690763956408?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/7883786690763956408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=7883786690763956408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/7883786690763956408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/7883786690763956408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/03/rules-and-regulations.html' title='rules and regulations.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-7359319693503543754</id><published>2007-02-25T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:59:13.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet update</title><content type='html'>It is indeed proving to be a long hard road.  That said, we are traveling it well.  Hubby has lost 28lbs,  17 in the last two months.  It took awhile to change the way we cook, eat, and look at food.  Hubby has now gotten his blood pressure under control, and now the real fun begins.&lt;br /&gt; They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prescribed&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suppressant&lt;/span&gt;, and hubby is using slim fast to help him drop weight faster.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;approved&lt;/span&gt; this, as long as he realises that once we are done with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suppressants&lt;/span&gt;, it is back to the life changes that we have already made. &lt;br /&gt;  We know from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that Hubby is capable of dropping the required weight on this medicine.  We also know from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that once it is done, he is capable of gaining the weight x 2 back. &lt;br /&gt;  The plan of course, is to keep on with the lifestyle changes, and prepare for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-7359319693503543754?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/7359319693503543754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=7359319693503543754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/7359319693503543754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/7359319693503543754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/02/diet-update.html' title='Diet update'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-117160403014208529</id><published>2007-02-15T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:33:50.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the ones I love</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know this post is a day late. Did you REALLY think I would be on time for ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;First HAVE to tell you what lil Bit did two days ago. Bodily functions described.. So if you don't want to read it, skip the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit had just taken Hubby and I to dinner, and once we were home, I put Lil Bit in the bath tub. She sat and soaked for a bit, and I sat there and let her play in the tub. She stood up, and got out of the tub, and I went to put her back. That was when she handed me something and said "poopy"! Yep, sure was! I called to hubby to wash up the baby, while I drained and scrubbed the tub. Needless to say, I was NOT amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself telling two people yesterday how Hubby and I became a couple. It didn't happen on Valentine's day. In fact, it was a very hot night in July. However, it is one of the most romantic things my husband has ever done, and I think I should share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never shared with you the fact that I am now married to my second husband. This blog deals with the here and now, and to moan over the past just seems wrong. Just know that things weren't happy, and that I had started dating my first husband when I was 16, married him at 22, and divorced him at 25. I have known Hubby since I was 20, and we were very good friends throughout my first marriage. I will call Hubby "H" for the rest of this story, because otherwise I think you will get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H, another friend, and I went out that evening. The subject came around to my marriage to my first husband, as it always seemed to. I wasn't happy, he wasn't treating me right, and why was I there anyways? "He loves me" seemed to be the answer. H was like "Well, I love you" "Do you?" of course he did, he was one of my best friends. "But are you IN love with me" He gave me no answer, and we left it at that. I was embarrassed, it wasn't something a married woman asked of her best male buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in that night, when I should have gone home, instead the three of us went to an all night coffee shop in St. Louis. H wanted me to walk with him, so we left the other friend there, sipping her capacino. We passed specialty shops with trinkets and Tiffany lamps. Again the talk come to my marriage, and WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the coffee shop, and my friend begged us not to leave her alone again. We decide to go on another walk, so take we took her with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we end up at the Chase Park Plaza. It is now about three in the morning, when I said I would be home at midnight. H was a security guard at the time, and sweet talks the door guard there into letting us wander the halls of the hotel. The hotel is beautifully decorated with fine art, tapristries, and antique furniture. As we walk down the hall, our other friend, who is a classically trained pianist, decides she is going to find the piano. She knows that there has to be one in a place as grand as this, and she just HAS to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H says to me "come sit down with me for a moment" motioning to a very nice loveseat. We sit and talk for a moment, as the gentle sounds of classical music start coming from the distance. "You asked today if I love you, you know that I do" he starts "More important than that, you asked if I was IN love with you, the answer is yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my ex husband that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-117160403014208529?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/117160403014208529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=117160403014208529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/117160403014208529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/117160403014208529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/02/dedicated-to-ones-i-love.html' title='Dedicated to the ones I love'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-117034035279304502</id><published>2007-02-01T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:32:32.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, she is a princess!</title><content type='html'>Lil bit pulled a "Snow White" yesterday. She asked for an apple for breakfast. After breakfast, she crawled into Hubby's lap and ate the apple. Then she handed the apple to Hubby and fell asleep! It was at least 3 hours before nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-117034035279304502?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/117034035279304502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=117034035279304502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/117034035279304502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/117034035279304502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/02/yep-she-is-princess.html' title='Yep, she is a princess!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116968195039520131</id><published>2007-01-24T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:43:02.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>So, you find a blog, and it seems cool enough. The person has some similar interests, and some quirky ones too. She seems a little bit preoccupied with child care, and doesn't knit nearly fast enough to make her projects interesting. This is ok, you understand. You get hook on reading her blog, and then BOOM, she looses interest, and doesn't post. Don't you HATE that?? Oh wait a second, that is what I just did.. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here I am, blogging, and will TRY to do so when I can. No promises, but hey I am disorganized, and a procrastinator. For instance, we have our W2's in, but have I made an appointment with our accountant? NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being a procrastinator.. You never did see Santa pics did you? Christmas ones, I don't recommend you holding your breath on... I used a regular camera, not a digital.. And we all know how THAT one goes.... Remember the pics of my Japan trip back in May?? Of course you don't, BECAUSE I NEVER POSTED THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the pics of Lil bit on Santa's Lap. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/320/226263/Christmas-Knitting-Becca%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/320/386999/Christmas-Knitting-Becca%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the great attention and dedication she is showing... To the candy cane that we had to give her to sit there! She wasn't interested in santa at all, and I am thankful that it was an event given by the local fire fighters, and not a mall one. Santa knew Lil Bit's grand parents, and was cheerful about it all. The same event, Lil bit got to choose presents for her family, with the help of her cousin, and a "Santa's helper".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, want to see a pic of my current knitting project?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad.. Showing you anyways!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/320/653509/Christmas-Knitting-Becca%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be a cardigan for Lil Bit next year. It is the project that mom brought me when Hubby was in the ER. It is a Sassy Skein kit.. But since I have already decided to not put in the intarsia hearts, and change the colors around, it won't look anything like the picture found here: &lt;a href="http://sassyskein.com/catalogofsassyskeinknits.html"&gt;http://sassyskein.com/catalogofsassyskeinknits.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is the one named "Circus Parade" Just WAY too many colors for me. Also I KNEW if I tried to do the intarsia hearts, I would never finish it. I do know how, just loose interest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, guess that is it for now. Hope to post more soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116968195039520131?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116968195039520131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116968195039520131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116968195039520131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116968195039520131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116823163071912873</id><published>2007-01-07T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:47:10.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This poo is for you.</title><content type='html'>*note* bodily functions are discussed within, so if this is the sort of thing that bothers you, maybe you want to skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that you are a parent, when you find yourself HAPPY to change a dirty diaper. It starts when you get the newborn home, and are worrying she is eating enough... Then it tends to center on whether it is all coming out all right. Well, apparently we are going through THAT again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years day, we picked up Lil Bit from my mother in law's and found out that Lil Bit had had a rough time of it. It was reported that Lil Bit had a bowel movement that was very large and hard. She was in much pain and even bled with it a little bit. The next day, she had some pain with the next bowel movement. After this, Lil bit went four days without a Poe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, it was decided enough was enough. I called and made an appointment for the next day. Lil Bit's doctor prescribed mineral oil, salve for her rear (apparently the skin had been broken with the pressure), and recommended lots of prune juice and prune sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to report that things seem better now, and somehow that I have been blessed with a child that LIKES prune juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, was happy to see that dirty diaper yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116823163071912873?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116823163071912873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116823163071912873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116823163071912873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116823163071912873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-poo-is-for-you.html' title='This poo is for you.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116701429724459258</id><published>2006-12-24T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:38:59.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes</title><content type='html'>Friday night, Hubby and I had this HUGE argument. It doesn't happen often, we do have a good relationship. Sometimes, however it just isn't avoidable. Won't get into the argument, for privacy's sake.&lt;br /&gt;All day yesterday, I was fuming at work. I didn't get a chance to talk it out, and we had gone to bed angry (yes, I know they say don't do that, but when you can't resolve it that night, and need to work the next day, what do you do?) Tried my best not to take it out on the customers, but I am afraid I snapped at a new cashier.&lt;br /&gt;I came home, did housework, played with Lil Bit.. Was a bit apprehensive about hubby coming home. Hubby come home, went straight to the bathroom, and then straight to bed. Uh Oh, is he still THAT upset? He does work second shift, but it was only nine thirty at night. I went to talk to him in the bedroom, and realized that he was VERY sick. He said that he had been throwing up all day, and had to take frequent bathroom breaks. He had a fever, chills, and a bad headache too. I asked him why he didn't come home when he got sick. He looked at me and said "I wasn't ABOUT to come home sick". Okay, he was a bit apprehensive too.&lt;br /&gt;Not the time to rehash the argument. I made him comfortable, gave him Tylonol, called his sister in law (she is a nurse) and let him know that if he wanted to go to the ER, I was ready (Saturday night, no doctor keeping hours until after Christmas).&lt;br /&gt;I woke up several times during the night "Ready to go to the ER?" "No" "Okay, let me know" happened each time. I got up in the morning, got ready for work. I asked him how he felt "well, if you didn't have to go to work, I would say lets go to the ER". Well, I HAD to go to work. The only way I will get paid for Christmas is if I show up the day before, and the day after. I made some calls, and his dad was to take him, while his mom watched Lil Bit.&lt;br /&gt;I was on pins and needles at work, and by the time I got off work, I was so nervous that I couldn't remember Hubby's cell number. I was becoming a nuisance at work, tying up the phone, and blocking customer service. I decided that I had to go somewhere else to call.&lt;br /&gt;Going home seemed like a bad idea. Work was half way between the hospital and home. So instead, I went to my parents house. Dad was home, and had Hubby's cell number for me. No answer. So, I tried Hubby's Dad. Answer. Hubby was still at the hospital, Hubby's mom was with Lil bit, and I should worry about Hubby. Went to the hospital, Hubby was strapped to an IV. Hubby had the stomach flu, and was now dehydrated. This is nothing new. Hubby doesn't get too sick too often, but when he does, he will get dehydrated to the point they want to hook him up to an IV.&lt;br /&gt;I relieved Hubby's dad, and my mom showed up. Shouldn't have been surprised, that is what our family does. If someone is sick, you go visit. Asked mom if she would bring me knitting.. And I got a few rows done on a cardigan for Lil bit (yes, my mom has knitting kits just laying around). Hubby got discharged, and is resting comfortably in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I went to go get Lil bit, and bring her home. No dice. Hubby's mom would like to keep her, let Hubby and me rest, and hopefully Hubby won't be so contagious. I understand her reasoning, but I am still depressed. Christmas Eve has always been a time for presents and family in my household. Christmas morning, Santa has brought gifts in your stockings, and then you go to church. We then come home and had a big supper.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to opening presents tonight with my family, then giving Lil Bit her stocking in the morning, and then going to my In-laws for more presents and then dinner. Lil Bit has been looking forward to her stocking too. I had been storing her little toys in the stocking, but she kept pulling them out. My mother said that once when she told Lil Bit that she was to stay away from the stocking, Lil bit pointed on the picture of her on the front and said her name! Kinda like "SEE, MY picture!, MY stocking!" Yes, I have a handful.&lt;br /&gt;Well, going to wrap presents, and then clean house.. I will go to bed early, so that I get my rest that my mother in law has prescribed.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116701429724459258?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116701429724459258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116701429724459258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116701429724459258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116701429724459258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a difference a day makes'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116664597631879408</id><published>2006-12-20T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:19:36.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In America...</title><content type='html'>Would you see a mostly German and Hungarian decent woman and her mostly Japanese and Dutch decent husband sit down and eat Eggs Verde (a Mexican dish) for breakfast. Needless to say my life is full of diversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116664597631879408?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116664597631879408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116664597631879408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116664597631879408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116664597631879408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-in-america.html' title='Only In America...'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116659225194437669</id><published>2006-12-19T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:24:11.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To put things in perspective</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend last week, and asked if his son was looking forward to Christmas. My friend and his wife had adopted this 7 year old boy over the past year. I did know that this boy had not had the best of lives, and had been quite neglected. "Yes, he is very much looking forward to Christmas, because it is the first year Santa will stop at his house". This child had NEVER had a single Christmas present. NOT because of religion, but because no one ever thought to get him anything.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would help all the mothers out there that are worried about their kids not getting enough. At least there is someone who is worried about it, and doing their best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116659225194437669?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116659225194437669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116659225194437669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116659225194437669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116659225194437669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-put-things-in-perspective.html' title='To put things in perspective'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116633642083853586</id><published>2006-12-17T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:20:20.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six strange things about me.</title><content type='html'>Alison has this meme on her blog: You name six weird things about you, then tag six people. I agree with Alison, If anyone else wants to do this, then can tag themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mother spent the first few years of her life in Japan. My husband's mother is an immigrant from Japan. This is pure coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have been to Japan, but STILL haven't seen the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In the sixth grade, my teacher gave us a test to find out who should be on a math team. I came in third. The kicker is it was Multiple choice, and I had GUESSED most of the answers. Needless to say, I wasn't on the math team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hubby and I had a medieval wedding. Hubby and all the groomsmen were in kilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I was 17, I wiggled my eyebrows so much, that all my friends were annoyed. Finally to break myself of the habit, I shaved them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lil Bit was born on her due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so go tag yourself already! Leave a comment that you have done so, then we will read it on your blog. If you don't have a blog, you are more than welcome to leave your responses in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116633642083853586?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116633642083853586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116633642083853586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116633642083853586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116633642083853586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/six-strange-things-about-me.html' title='Six strange things about me.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116607855084988225</id><published>2006-12-14T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:42:30.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Needles</title><content type='html'>Why don't I knit more? Why is it, when I do knit, it tends to be shapeless fun fur scarves? Well, I am a fairly slow knitter, who likes knitting for knit sakes. Fun fur scarves knit up quickly, and don't show wear and tear when THIS happens &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/400/66642/DSCI0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Painful, isn't it? That is the beginnings of a feather and fan shawl. Lil bit ripped it off the needles THREE times that day. The last time I just stuffed it back in the bag, and put it up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I know, I should have put it up between each use, but I am an unorganised knitter who likes to put her knitting bag on top of the couch. Lil bit is a very head strong baby who likes to climb things, and free knitting needles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this shawl, because the top edge starts with four stitches and is added to with each row. You can see how the live stitches make up the triangle of the shawl. Pattern found here: &lt;a href="http://www.knitting-and.com/knitting/patterns/shawls-shrugs/feather-and-fan-comfort-shawl.htm"&gt;http://www.knitting-and.com/knitting/patterns/shawls-shrugs/feather-and-fan-comfort-shawl.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;obviously I am using one color at the moment, and using worsted weight acrylic (don't know if I am going to give it away or keep it) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put it back on the needles today, and will TRY and keep it away from the baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116607855084988225?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116607855084988225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116607855084988225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116607855084988225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116607855084988225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/off-needles.html' title='Off The Needles'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116515749763820179</id><published>2006-12-03T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:51:37.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We just finally got to spend a night in our own beds last night. I feel SO much better.&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of rain peppered with sleet and freezing rain. THEN it all froze on us. About ten at night on Thursday night I started hearing popping. Some time after that, the power went out. I wandered in the dark for the candle lighter, and then lit me some candles, and plugged in the corded phone. I called Hubby. Hubby had been stuck on a Metro Link train since 7:30. He said he would call his parents. I am thinking that they will bring me some kind of portable heat. NOPE, his mom shows up, and says "lets go". I stall. I don't want to leave my home, and don't want to wake up Lil Bit. It wasn't THAT cold that night and I thought we would be ok. Then I thought of Hubby, stuck on the train, and decide he doesn't need the stress of worrying about me, and the drama of me being stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;So, I go to his parent's. Hubby finally gets dropped off at a train station, and then they send busses to take him to the station he was supposed to be dropped off at. Hubby's dad goes to get him.&lt;br /&gt;I finally get Lil Bit back to bed about 1:30 in her grandmother's bed. It has been decided that she and her grandma would get that bed. Hubby's mom suggests me and hubby get the second bed, and his dad gets the couch. Hubby puts his foot down, says his Dad needs a bed. So I get the couch and Hubby the floor. Trains and Planes didn't run the next morning, so hubby doesn't go to work, and his mom doesn't go on her business trip. My store has power, so I get to go to work that afternoon. By then, the streets were drivable. Ice covered the trees and power lines. Trees were down all over, some covering the road ways. At my house several of my trees are down, we have a lot of work ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Hubby went to work, his mom to her trip. It got above freezing, and a lot melted. The power company was able to turn our power on. Life is getting back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to people at work, the main thing on a lot of people's mind is the fact: This just happened to us six months ago!!! Of course then it was two thunder storms back to back, and the worry was a heat wave, not freezing weather. Hopefully there will be less problems with food spoiling. There are still plenty of people out of power, and we were lucky. The fact we had somewhere to go, should make me feel safe. I am STILL happy to be home, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116515749763820179?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116515749763820179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116515749763820179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116515749763820179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116515749763820179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116464693777103057</id><published>2006-11-27T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:04:50.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics and thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today, I have learned that with toddlers persistence does in fact pay off. Wic has always suggested that you offer a balanced meal to a toddler, even if you know that the child won't eat certain parts. So, for the last few weeks, her breakfast has had fruit in it, even though I KNOW that she hasn't been wanting fruit in the morning. You know what Lil Bit did today? She walked into the kitchen before breakfast, and said Na Na! She did eat the Banana when I gave it to her. SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts, guess what, I have actually been wanting to knit, and something other than muppet pelts. I think I am going to make a shawl. Not sure that it is for me, though. Do you know that out of all of what I have knitted, I have only kept one shawl, a halter top (my Olympic project) and two hats? (for me, that is, Lil bit has a few hats and a blanket)&lt;br /&gt;I even sent my linen and moire drop stitch shawl that I absolutly LOVED away. It went to live with my great mother in law in Japan. She is a fellow crafter, and I know she would appreciate it. They were having a celebration for her birthday. She was SUCH a sweet person when I met her, and I wanted her to have something special. SIGH, I will have to learn to take pics of things before I send them off.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pics! Here are some Thanksgiving pics of Lil Bit. I know I am a bit late, but what do you expect from me?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/320/225007/Thanksgiving-Halloween%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6479/2108/320/188137/Thanksgiving-Halloween%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil bit had discovered an Eyeore that sings songs and claps ears. I am thinking that her Grandma will be wanting to get her one now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116464693777103057?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116464693777103057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116464693777103057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116464693777103057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116464693777103057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-pics-and-thoughts.html' title='Some pics and thoughts'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116430281074878275</id><published>2006-11-23T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:26:50.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for Thanksgiving Part II. Part one was on Monday. I cooked a pretty good meal for my parents, my family, and my father in law. Now I am going with my in laws to (get this) My husband's brother's wife's father's house. ACK! Lil bit will be with family though. What gives? Hubby works for TSA. The airports are still open, so in he goes :( OH WELL, we are used to this. For years, before we had Lil Bit, he worked bar security, and I worked retail. I am used to working the day before and day after, and him having to go in at 4 the day of(cause don't you know, that is when people get sick of the relatives, and need a stiff drink). So, this is the second year that he gets to go search for bombs instead of throw out drunks. I honestly think this job is much safer.&lt;br /&gt;It is also the second year that I am selling food instead of clothes. This makes me happier. It always depressed me that I was selling things that people didn't need, pushing credit that they couldn't afford. Much happier now that I KNOW they need food. Of course some of the JUNK people buy really makes me wonder, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that we are in a house that I could hold a dinner without us being wall to wall people&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God gave me a very healthy child that is growing out of being a baby each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Hubby, and the comfort he gives me.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for baby hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that all of you remember to be thankful today, and try to ENJOY instead of worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116430281074878275?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116430281074878275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116430281074878275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116430281074878275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116430281074878275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116339664281952889</id><published>2006-11-12T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:49:05.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so I will blog today.</title><content type='html'>Lil bit crawled into my lap and when I looked down, she was asleep. It was early, so I am not nearly as exhausted as I could be at this time. I think it is the fighting with her, and the general putting her through the bed time routine that makes me so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am in good spirits tonight, but didn't' start out that way. Finances haven't been good, and I have been feeling like I work hard and never have anything to show for it. Things have been coming to a head for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law, love her to death, decides to change the baby's room. She hand made curtains for Lil bit. O.K. You know I am a crafty type person, so you know I am not going to object to this.&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit woke up at hour early because the room was so bright, however. In my exhausted state, I look around the room that I had designed to be dark and comforting. There were pics of momma and baby animals on the wall, and had always given me a warm feeling. There were flowered curtains,and flowered bedspread that while didn't match, were the same earth tones. (oh forgot to tell you guys: Lil Bit is in a big girl bed)&lt;br /&gt;Instead now, there were Strawberry Shortcake curtains, an Elmo poster, a blue star balloon, and a Little Mermaid comforter. I FREAKED. I realized that now no part of this house was decorated by me. A room that comforted me and relaxed me was now WAY too busy. Some how the nursery had become MY SPACE, and I felt violated.&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and explained how I felt. I expected her not really to understand. She surprised me. She said that I was 32 years old, and if I wanted jungle animals in my child's nursery, then that should be respected. Mom also gave me the wisdom that I was not to mention it to my mother in law, that it would upset her given that she IS a professional, and took the time to make the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;By the time my mother in law showed up, I was ok about it.. Told her that I was going to have to darken the room somehow, and that the little mermaid comforter HAD TO GO, because the clashing colors and themes gave me a headache (not literally, but aesthetically) I turned the comforter around to the plain side for now, and told myself to DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, bless him, took it as a sign that I NEEDED a holiday. He took back a "toy" he bought for himself, took me out to dinner, and then took me to the Russell Stover outlet to pick out some chocolates. Lil bit loved supper (and the desert both me and Hubby shared) and almost all the way home she kept saying "YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY!" then "Thank You" I knew what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;So, Hubby, if you read this (which I really don't think he does): YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116339664281952889?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116339664281952889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116339664281952889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116339664281952889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116339664281952889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-i-will-blog-today.html' title='ok, so I will blog today.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116338560313226950</id><published>2006-11-12T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:41:15.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of actually blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; 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COLOR: #0066b3; LINE-HEIGHT: 180%; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116338560313226950?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116338560313226950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116338560313226950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116338560313226950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116338560313226950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/11/instead-of-actually-blogging.html' title='Instead of actually blogging....'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116225154095764572</id><published>2006-10-30T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:39:00.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How SWEET!</title><content type='html'>The neighbor's grand daughter came over today, and brought Lil Bit her Halloween treats, since the neighbor will be gone tomorrow. I was thinking it was a nice gesture, but not really sure if Lil Bit could have it. I should have taken a closer look. Inside were three bottles of bubbles, a cereal bar, and some fruit snacks. Never underestimate a woman with grand kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116225154095764572?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116225154095764572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116225154095764572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116225154095764572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116225154095764572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-sweet.html' title='How SWEET!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116199168289555199</id><published>2006-10-27T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:28:32.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long hard road ahead</title><content type='html'>This is what I have been saying for the last 24 hours or so. I know this isn't as heart wrenching news as some have had, but I am still very stressed out. Those who know me, know Hubby is a very large man. I love him just the way he is. The only reason I want him to loose weight is to better his health.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a clinic two and a half hours away yesterday, to see about gastric bypass surgery. I have been of two minds about this. Hubby does need serious intervention, he has never been able to loose enough weight, nor has he been able to keep it off. When he gains it back, he gains much, much more. He is having knee and back problems, and has been loosing a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, If I were to loose my husband from from complications to surgery, I would never recover. We are an odd pair, but we are soul mates, and I love him to the point of obsession. Beyond this, finanatialy and emotionally, I don't think I could raise Lil bit on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the people at the clinic are seeing it the second way: They have said they won't do the surgery on him until he looses 60 lbs. He is too much a surgery risk, and his health isn't bad enough to chance it.&lt;br /&gt;I am now stressed out to the max. I know that most of this is going to fall on me. I prepare his food, I do the grocery shopping. The dietition pretty much confirmed this, by talking directly to me about calories and food choices once she found out I was the personal chef.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have been there before. I know that this is going to be very hard, and I know that Hubby will resent me trying to "control" his food choices. I know there is much bickering and aggravation ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know there will be a lot of people that just don't understand after we reach his goal, and still want the surgery. Hubby now weights 100 lbs MORE than the weight he was when he decided to go on a diet the last time. He did loose 50 lbs before he quit. This cycle can't continue. My best friend's father is bed ridden, partly because of his weight. He is 50 years old. We all cried when he got out of his wheel chair to dance with the bride. The last thing I want is for us to have a repeat of this when Lil Bit gets married.&lt;br /&gt;I think that hubby was hoping this would be a quick fix.. He would get the surgery, wouldn't be able to eat, and loose weight. I knew it would be harder than that, and during the lecture things were confirmed for me. Hubby will still have to eat the right things and exercise. He will have to eat a high protein diet for the rest of his life, take mega vitamins, and basically be allergic to sugar. They say that the sugar will make a post operative person throw up. I can't imagine never being able to have birthday cake again, but I would trade all of it to keep Hubby healthy.&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned from all this, that I am way more addicted to food than hubby, even though he is the one with the eating disorder. I use food for celebrations, and special events. I think honestly the reason that I don't have a weight problem is that when I am upset, I just don't eat. Here it is six at night, and I have had a snickers bar and a granola bar all day.&lt;br /&gt;They say it is going to take six months to a year for hubby to get through the program far enough to be approved for the surgery. This is if he looses the weight like he is supposed to. So, for the next year, I will be going with Hubby every six weeks to doctor's appointments two and a half hours away. Looks like Lil bit is going to be spending some quality time with Hubby's parents.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116199168289555199?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116199168289555199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116199168289555199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116199168289555199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116199168289555199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-hard-road-ahead.html' title='A long hard road ahead'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116076516653461777</id><published>2006-10-13T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:46:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci Fi Con</title><content type='html'>Well, about to do something gutsy (for me) I talked about the Sci Fi con, but don't think everyone out in blog land knows exactly what this is about. You probally have an idea that we have forums about sci fi shows, and signing of our favorite authors, and we do. We also have forums on costuming, a big costume contest, a couple small ones, role playing gaming, an art gallery, a BIG room for vendors, sword fighting demos, movies played in three theaters, etc.. This is my local con, mileage may vary.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't push myself to do a whole lot. This is my time to relax, and meet old friends and new people that are like minded. I did the kiddy costume contest with Lil Bit, watched a movie that a friend of a friend made. (HIGH honors, for a amateur film company to get their movies shown) Listened to my favorite author speak, did the dealers room and looked at the art. I didn't even play in any of the role playing games this year.&lt;br /&gt;So, Teresa, what did you do? Mostly I got dressed up, one night in a Hodge podge costume I put together (my talent, can't sew worth diddly, but can put a costume together off the rack from normal clothes), and once in a renaissance bride's maid dress I wore two years ago. Wandered around, met new people talked to old ones.. At night there was a big party, and I did drink. We sport one of the few cons that has free beer for Con goers at night in the hotel part of the con. Unfortunately this does draw people that realize that for $50 bucks they can have two nights of free beer, and plenty of other parties throughout the hotel offering other drinks for free. These people don't understand WHY the rest of us are there, and tend to gawk a little. This year, though it seems there were more people that were honest con goers, and was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the gutsy part. To share this experience with you, I am sharing (with his permission) a buddy's photo gallery of people he saw at the con. I warn you, there are a lot of women in alluring costumes. Given my buddy took the pictures, and there are a lot of that sort of thing, it is to be expected. I am in one of the pictures, though I am not saying which one. So are a lot of my friends. Lil bit or Hubby are not to be found though... So I think we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k85/shadowwing77/Archon30/?action=view&amp;current=PIC_1797.jpg&amp;amp;refPage=80&amp;amp;imgAnch=imgAnch97"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k85/shadowwing77/Archon30/"&gt;http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k85/shadowwing77/Archon30/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116076516653461777?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116076516653461777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116076516653461777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116076516653461777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116076516653461777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/10/sci-fi-con.html' title='Sci Fi Con'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-116055046467969064</id><published>2006-10-11T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:07:44.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was away</title><content type='html'>Lots to cover: dunno where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, We took Lil Bit to Arthur In The Park not this last weekend, but the weekend before it. THAT was a disaster. WAY too crowded to do anything, and NOT going to stand in line a hundred people long for a one year old to get her picture taken with Elmo, or play in a ball pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/lilbitcrowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a total loss, however. I did get a pic of Mr McFeely from Mr. Rodgers speaking on stage. I thought of Kate in blogland when I got this:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Thursday was my best friend's wedding... It was a medieval/fantasy wedding, and all went well. I didn't take pics of the hall without people, and won't take pics of my friends without permission (I know, I just gave you random strangers... Never said I was totally fair) Here is a pic of me and Lil Bit, to show you how we were dressed&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/alteredpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, I decided to block out my face.. Guess I am just too chicken.. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This does show what I mean about medieval/fantasy.. Doesn't show the pretty head dress we all wore, but DOES however show that my hair can't hold curls AT ALL, no matter how much product is put into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil bit demostrated what a day with only a thirty minute nap, plus not being able to be held by Mommy during a ceremony will do to her. My mother had to hold her outside during the whole thing :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That weekend was our annual sci fi con. I really didn't get my camera out much, given this is our vacation, but I can tell you that we dressed up every night we were there, and there was much fun had. Lil bit was watched both nights by my Mom, so that we could have adult time at the parties. This was kinda fun, given we don't do that too often. I will give you with a pic of Lil Bit dressed as a "Killer Bee" for the children's costume contest (done totally for fun, everyone gets a prize)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't you believe that the pic of her unhappy is the one that shows off the costume? I promise I don't delight in taking pics of her pouting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did finish a "muppet pelt" for the bride, but didn't take a pic.. How many muppet pelt scarves do you need to see? I started both a linen pouch, and a pink fuzzy wig.. Lil bit trashed both projects. I didn't bother to continue them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-116055046467969064?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/116055046467969064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=116055046467969064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116055046467969064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/116055046467969064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/10/while-i-was-away.html' title='While I was away'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115941745982465474</id><published>2006-09-27T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:24:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple things in life</title><content type='html'>Lil Bit's favorite kind of toy right now seems to be balls. Cheap, and easy to provide&lt;br /&gt;cases in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought the baby a $2 mini bumble ball... You pull the string and it wiggles around. Great for entertaining her in restaurants &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/bumble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of restaurants: We went out to eat with my mom today. It is her birthday. (No, I won't say how old, but she would tell you.) When we were done eating, Lil Bit checked out the pie case like always, then saw the vending machines! She checked them out, and I had an idea! In one machine were big bouncy balls that looked too big to choke on. I bummed a dollar, and showed her how to turn the crank. She was so impressed by it, that she tried to turn the crank to get another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/bouncy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ball I wish to tell you about is the one we picked up a few days ago. We went to the toy section of a discount store (being an union employee, no I won't admit to WHERE, but yeah, I was being bad). After looking around, I told Hubby that I would be right back, and picked up a 97 cent play ball. I went to give it to Lil Bit, and Hubby pointed out that it was dirty. So here I am going through the store with Lil bit SCREAMING "BALL BALL BALL" and me holding on to it, and explaining we would wash it soon. Another customer came to my rescue, and gave me an anti bacterial wipe, and all was good with Lil bit's world &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/three%20balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115941745982465474?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115941745982465474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115941745982465474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115941745982465474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115941745982465474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/simple-things-in-life.html' title='The simple things in life'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115906943722257213</id><published>2006-09-23T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:11:25.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind boggling</title><content type='html'>Just read this article..&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060923/ap_on_re_us/woman_slain"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060923/ap_on_re_us/woman_slain&lt;/a&gt; it concerns me, and my heart is out to the family, but one thing has really got me steamed: "These children are from East St. Louis," said Police Chief James Mister. "They know how to survive." these children are 7,2 and 1. What the stereotypical @#$%???? Two of these children are BABIES.. And somehow they have survial skills because they live in a bad neighborhood?? Lil Bit's grandparents live in a bad neighborhood too, and Lil Bit visits them all the time.. Does that mean that I can leave her with kidnappers and she will be ok, no worries???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: The children were found dead. I feel sick and disgusted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115906943722257213?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115906943722257213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115906943722257213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115906943722257213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115906943722257213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/mind-boggling.html' title='Mind boggling'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115880472367338731</id><published>2006-09-20T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:14:51.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a roll!</title><content type='html'>Three days in a row! Can you believe it? Actually just want to show you a pic. I call it Daddy's Lil Girl. (If you know Hubby, you know why.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/beccacamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115880472367338731?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115880472367338731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115880472367338731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115880472367338731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115880472367338731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-on-roll.html' title='I&apos;m on a roll!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115872417199876948</id><published>2006-09-19T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:53:38.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pouting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/A%20D.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/A%20D.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit had a diaper rash unlike she has ever had before. I asked hubby if he knew she had a rash, he said yes, and he put ointment on it. I went into the dresser, and found that he had used A+D ointment, which we had not used since she was tiny. I had him look, and yes, it was worse than before he treated it. I looked at the active ingredients.. It has LANOLIN in it!!! Please don't tell me my darling little girl will be allergic to WOOL! I am going to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115872417199876948?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115872417199876948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115872417199876948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115872417199876948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115872417199876948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-pouting.html' title='I am pouting'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115864122647127089</id><published>2006-09-18T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:56:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A POST, with pics and EVERYTHING!!</title><content type='html'>WOW! I am actually have stuff to tell you! And I have pics and everything! WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First an announcement: I now have a new nephew. Hubby's sister in law had a baby boy two days ago. I am told that he doesn't look a bit Asian, and that he will be home on Wendsday. I will report more on that when I get to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is getting married Oct the 5th (yes, I am aware that it is on a Thursday). Another friend and I had a shower for her yesterday. It went very well, and The bride was happy over everything. I stressed over cleaning and over food... And let my other friend stress over decorations and games. Not going to show pictures of people, since they haven't' given permission.. But here are a few other pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bear we decorated for the bride: her nic name is Bear&lt;br /&gt;Also decorations at the shower. There are Teddy Grahams in the cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/DSCI0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lil bit dressed up for the shower! She is acting like herself though! She climbed up on the table to get the grahams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I saw that Yahoo messenger has FINALLY made plus sized avatars.. (Look in the outfit's section for the female avatars) Kudos for that, but HEY, they don't look too much bigger than me, and I am a size 14. Just because someone isn't a twiggy little thing, doesn't make her plus sized! Just an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was looking through a bag of clothes my best friend gave me, and found clothes that can pass for pioneer clothes for Lil bit. (would show a pic, but Blogger is being difficult all of the sudden) I have a friend that says she can make me a bonnet for her :) I plan on having the outfit for a local sci-fi con we go to every year. People go dressed in historical as well as fantasy clothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I hope this was enough of a blog for you, hope to post again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115864122647127089?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115864122647127089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115864122647127089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115864122647127089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115864122647127089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-with-pics-and-everything.html' title='A POST, with pics and EVERYTHING!!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115841636544268509</id><published>2006-09-16T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:19:25.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quick notes</title><content type='html'>Lil bit went to see Disney on Ice last night, my sister in law might have a C-section today, I am throwing a bridal shower tomorrow, and I have to be at work in less than an hour! WEEEEEEEEEEE! Talk to you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115841636544268509?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115841636544268509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115841636544268509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115841636544268509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115841636544268509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-quick-notes.html' title='A few quick notes'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115720577579865241</id><published>2006-09-02T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:05:01.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am 32 today. I don't look a day over 25, so I count my blessings. I really think the secret to that one is waiting till you are 30 to have a baby. Who knows really. My dad has a baby face too.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work all weekend, and longer hours than I am used to.. Go figure, it is a party weekend, and I sell the booze and food. I will survive. I get off at 4:30 today, and my parents are taking us all out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I get next weekend off, and my mother in law  has agreed to watch the baby Saturday night ALL NIGHT. What more of a birthday present do I need.&lt;br /&gt;Will try and post soon... I have batteries in the camera now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115720577579865241?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115720577579865241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115720577579865241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115720577579865241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115720577579865241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115622770816825728</id><published>2006-08-22T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:21:48.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who once suffered from extreme Insomnia, and that was her catch phrase.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have Insomnia.. Just up at 1 in the morning blogging when I should be in bed. Honestly, I think I am too tired to get up out of the computer chair. Oh well, never claimed to be sane *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Me and Lil bit like: Baby Days By Barbara Rowley&lt;br /&gt;It is a book that has activities and ideas for parents to do with children under the age of three.&lt;br /&gt;Some things we have tried: I have made her a theme meal (all green: Kiwi, avocados, Broccoli, and green pieces of cereal), I made her a tent out of two chairs and a blanket, made her a "sand box" out of a laundry basket and oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;I think this book is good for getting out of the day to day rut of parenting, and really enjoying your child, and showing him or her how to enjoy the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was running late for a dinner date that we made with another couple, and instead of fretting over being late, and are we going to the right place anyways, I took out my knitting, and knit while hubby drove. It relaxed me, and kept me from obsessing. Do you know, that this is the first time in a LONG time that I knitted because I wanted to. Somehow I have gotten to the point that I feel obligated to knit.. Either because someone needs a project, or I have to prove something somehow. Question is, how do I get back to knitting like a mad woman because I WANT TO. Interesting that I have no problems wanting to want to knit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115622770816825728?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115622770816825728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115622770816825728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115622770816825728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115622770816825728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-sleep-clowns-will-eat-me.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep, the clowns will eat me'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115591856921157975</id><published>2006-08-18T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:29:29.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More words</title><content type='html'>I swear Lil Bit is saying almost a new word every day. One word really shows that she is growing up. It was "Poopy" and she was! *sigh* Time to buy a potty chair. At least, to get her used to the idea. She has been taking off her diapers herself when she is too wet, or poopy for a little bit, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word that amuses me is Z. Yep, the letter. Lil Bit has a stuffed spider that sings about letters one at a time, randomly. She plays with it in her crib when she is awake, but I still haven't gotten her. One morning, I come in, and she pressed her spider. The letter was Z. The spider said "say it with me, Z" and Lil Bit DID! Kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other words: Mica (grandpa's puppy), Oww, Peek A Boo, Grandpa,Teresa (yes, me),Cracker, Out, Bye-Bye, Blue Berry, Apple, Ball, Awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have more I want to post about, but will get to it later, Lil bit wants to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115591856921157975?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115591856921157975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115591856921157975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115591856921157975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115591856921157975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-words.html' title='More words'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115557333781983565</id><published>2006-08-14T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:35:58.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have been meaning to post</title><content type='html'>But for the last couple of days, when I go to, all I think of is Kate ( &lt;a href="http://www.buffaloknitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.buffaloknitter.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) . Kate has a daughter about the same age as Lil Bit. I found her on a Christmas Knitting blog, and have been reading her ever since. We share a joy of knitting and all hand craft, and I enjoy comparing progress (without judgment) of our daughters. Kate was seven months pregnant, but lost the baby. My heart goes out to Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115557333781983565?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115557333781983565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115557333781983565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115557333781983565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115557333781983565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-been-meaning-to-post.html' title='Have been meaning to post'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115406302183830819</id><published>2006-07-27T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:03:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke too soon</title><content type='html'>Just letting you know that we are ok. Friday there was another storm, and this time we ended up with the power out. It only lasted for 7 hours here, but my parents went 4 days. Some people are STILL without power at this writing. Internet just come back on, and it is acting very spoofy. I think we were really lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115406302183830819?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115406302183830819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115406302183830819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115406302183830819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115406302183830819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/spoke-too-soon.html' title='Spoke too soon'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115336174004365146</id><published>2006-07-19T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:15:40.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A storm of words</title><content type='html'>Well, I was going to make this post about Lil Bit's Dr. Appointment. Will touch on that briefly after I talk about the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We here at the Cloud Nine are well, and safe. Even though I joke that we are on prime tornado property, the worse we got was flickering lights, and part of the dead tree in back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no clue what I am talking about, we are having severe storms in this area. Part of the Airport has caved in, Down Town St. Louis has power out, Tractor trailers are on their sides on the freeways. My In-Laws, and Brother in law have their power out. Neither are more than a few miles from us, in different towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turned off the electronics, and got out the candles, Lil bit got nervous. After the worse of the storm had passed, we went into the garage, and opened up the door to watch the lightning in the distance. Once I figured she wanted her lawn chair, Lil bit settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, with that off my chest, Lil Bit's appointment:&lt;br /&gt;She is growing like a weed, and got her shots.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked how many words Little bit knew, and I honestly did not know how many. I guessed at 20, and he said that was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, and started writing down words, this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dada, Baby, Kitty, Dog, Down, No, Yeah, Cookie, Cheese, D Dog (hot dog), Hi, Pretty, Ducky, E-I-E-I-O (her favorite song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also started calling for one of our cats when we did today.. So, that brings us up to 16 I can think of. She also meows (imitates the cats) and howls (that would be because of her Dad). I thank she is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say her diet isn't as bad as her vocabulary suggests. She only gets cookies on occasion, and hotdogs every once in awhile. Interesting that she picks THEM to talk about. Cheese is her favorite food, however, and she will open the lunch meat drawer every time the refrigirator door is open, and hand me cheese, saying the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to get Lil bit ready for bed, you all have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115336174004365146?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115336174004365146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115336174004365146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115336174004365146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115336174004365146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/storm-of-words.html' title='A storm of words'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115319862532859205</id><published>2006-07-17T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:00:41.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>1) Forgot to tell you all: When Lil Bit and I went to the parade, we saw shriners dressed in kilts. My husband wears kilts for Ren Faires, so I approached one of the gentalmen later to get a look at his socks. They were lovely argile socks, but I don't think the hubby would need such a pair for renaissance Reenacting. While approaching him to get a look at his socks, the gentalman got quite flustered, and was like "as long as what you are looking at is the socks". Hubby says I should have bluntly told him that my husband has three kilts, and if I wanted to look up one, I didn't have to stalk strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lil bit and I went to a large chain toy store with a friend. I should have known better. I couldn't help myself, and bought Lil Bit a swing to go on the frame outside(made for a porch swing). Lil Bit was VERY happy with the purchase, once we got it up, and she realized what it was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There is a Jack Russell terrier that has been going on our walks with us some evenings. She meets us at the corner, and walks about half way around the block with us. I kind of feel sad that she is craving a walk that bad, she had to adopt strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Lil Bit's cardigan is STALLED. I procrastinated when I got to the intarsia. I finally got up the nerve to start it today. When I got to it, could not find the instructions anywhere. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Two gentlemen stopped me today on our walk, and asked for directions. They were obviously confused so I offered to map quest it for them. Big problem, I don't have a printer. I invited him in, but was nervous about it, he laughed and flashed a badge, saying he was a off duty cop. This made me even MORE nervous, because it meant he was either a cop or a weirdo. Then again, Hubby is a rather large man with plenty of security training. If someone is casing me on my walk, I would rather them see who I am married to. (when did I get this jaded?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all I can think of for today. Hopeful, I will get batteries soon, and can show you pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115319862532859205?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115319862532859205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115319862532859205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115319862532859205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115319862532859205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115293188848762651</id><published>2006-07-14T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:51:28.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>Lil Bit, friends and I went to a local homecoming parade today. Sorry, no pics, I forgot the camera. Can I use the fact that there were PLENTY babies around her age there, and I saw no cameras? I didn't think so .*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bit was scared of the sirens, but liked anything to do with music. I letter her have two suckers, and got her lots of beads to play with, then she "won" a blow up hammer toy at a choose a duck game. All in all a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115293188848762651?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115293188848762651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115293188848762651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115293188848762651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115293188848762651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115274341378173271</id><published>2006-07-12T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:30:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I have been bored?</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten much work done on my current projects. I just have NOT been wanting to knit. I read A lot on knitting, spending a good hour or two on blogs and web lists. So it wasn't knitting itself that was boring me. So I took a good hard look at my projects. Two mindless easy projects, the type I say that I love. A summer tote bag for mom (stripes done in a round tube) and a pair of slippers done in the same pattern before, but with absolutely NO stitch definition this time... Might as well sew them out of black faux fur. Could I be bored??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a cardigan for Lil Bit: A paintbox Kit fom The Sassy Skein. The pattern is #1051 A Star is Born &lt;a href="http://www.sassyskein.com/catalogofsassyskeinknits.html"&gt;http://www.sassyskein.com/catalogofsassyskeinknits.html&lt;/a&gt; (first one on the list)&lt;br /&gt;I am not usually fond of this many clashing colors, but so far it is knitting up kind of nice. I am almost finished with the checkerboard bottom, and even though I am sitting there cursing the fair isle, I AM knitting it, and it is holding my attention. I do like the yarn, it reminds me of knitting with embroidery floss (no, I have never tried that, sounds like a very expensive experiment.) I also like the fact that the sweater is knit in one piece in the flat up to the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am knitting a 2T, and it seems on gauge. It also seems HUGE. Can someone tell me if 2T is after size 24 months, or if it is the same thing? Just wondering. Lil Bit is only in 18 month size at the moment. Oh well, good thing about knitting for kids, is that the WILL grow into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115274341378173271?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115274341378173271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115274341378173271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115274341378173271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115274341378173271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/could-i-have-been-bored.html' title='Could I have been bored?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115267645671010882</id><published>2006-07-11T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:54:16.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bit</title><content type='html'>Hubby was teaching Lil bit to howl today. (he was the one to teach her to stick her tongue out, and to blow raspberries, so go figure.) She was doing a good job of it too, when in the middle of it, she said clear as day,"COOKIE" : The word is unsurprising, that was her third word, and now she knows dozens. Just how crystal clear she said it, and where in the world she got cookie from howling I will never know, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115267645671010882?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115267645671010882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115267645671010882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115267645671010882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115267645671010882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-bit.html' title='Random bit'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115224811427405864</id><published>2006-07-06T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:55:14.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Hey, yeah, I know what you are thinking from the title: Aren't you a little late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would fill you in on my 4th of July, now that I am rested a bit, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Worked till 3pm, and got comments on how "festive" I was. I guess I went a little over the top (sorry, no pics) But hey, any time I can wear a tye died T to work, I am going for it! So, I wore a red, white and blue tye dyed T, blue slacks, and a red, silver, and blue set of star shaped beads. Everyone else who "dressed out" for the holiday, just wore a red shirt and jeans.... *sigh* oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a friend over for a quiet evening. I cooked supper, and we shot off some of the kiddy type fireworks. Lil bit likes "Pop Snaps" but got scared of the other kinds. Kinda confused me. We had seen some kids setting off fireworks on our nightly walks, and she was amused then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics of lil bit's 4th for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115224811427405864?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115224811427405864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115224811427405864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115224811427405864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115224811427405864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115171164604139999</id><published>2006-06-30T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:54:06.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Please go read the Yarn Harlot's post: &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2006/06/29/the_power_scares_me.html"&gt;http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2006/06/29/the_power_scares_me.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back? okies.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: Lil bit is 14 months. She is still breast fed from 1 to 4 times a day. I get flack from friends and co workers about it, and I am wishy washy about the issue. I worry about spoiling Lil bit, but know that the nutrition and anti-bodies are still good for her. I feel a little bit of shame when I "give in" to breast feeding her any time but the nightly feeding, feeling as if I should be working toward a goal of weaning her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I feel that way? My guess is peer peer pressure. WHY is it anyone's freaking business how long I breast feed my child, other than me, and my husband (who honestly has no opinion). My lactation consultant has been encoraging me to keep up till Lil Bit quits on her own, or she is at least 18 months, saying that it is best for the immune system that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, most women should be so lucky to have problems like mine, huh? My best friend has tried to breast feed twice, failed twice. So, I read every book I could get my hands on, read online articles, and took a class. My mother laughed at me, saying that it came natural to her, and it was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Lil bit C section, am on pain killers, and surprise surprise: Lil bit wants to sleep, not eat. They bring me the baby, and say that if I need help call. I was like:HELP. It would take 45 minutes to get her to wake up and eat, and then 45 minutes for her to eat the colostrium. They brought her every 3 hours whether she wanted to eat or not. When the milk did come in, they told me 15 minutes on each breast, and I felt that I was doing something WRONG because she would eat for 5 minutes on one breast and be full. By this time, they were letting her room in, so I would try to get her to eat in another hour. I read later that some women are quick drops, and some babies are quick drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time I questioned my mom. She said all of this should come natural??? I found out that they didn't bother with colosurm back then. I didn't get fed for the first three days of my life!! GO figure, mom had no problems! I would have probally eaten just about anything at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people complain about WIC, that they give the women free formula, and of course the women pick that. WIC has been a God send for me. They have let me borrow books, given me a pump, and have a lactation consultant to talk to. As I said before, she is STILL encouraging me to breastfeed. WIC has even given me little "prizes" for breastfeeding. I have a bib, a tote, a T shirt, and a coffee cup all telling me what good start breastfeeding is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I wished they would have told me about breastfeeding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Newborns sometimes would rather sleep than eat colostrum. Keep working at it, when the milk comes in, it will be a whole new ball park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When they say 15 minutes on each breast, that is an average.. Mileage will vary. Just because your child only eats for 5 minutes at a time doesn't mean she is going to starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yes, keeping charts of the baby's feeding times and diapers might be a bit much. If it keeps you mind at ease go for it, but the doctor doesn't want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Breast feeding takes more calories from you than being pregnant. Breast feeding babies eat more often than bottle fed ones. It is NOT a sign of weakness that you are STILL exhausted after the second month. If you need help GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Breast feeding is HARD exhausting work, that no one else can do for you. Sure they can bottle feed the baby, but that means you have to pump it first. The work is totally worth the effort though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Everyone has an opinion, and will voice it. Do what is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I did breastfeed, but at the same time I don't push the idea that it is the ONLY way to go. To be honest, I push slings a whole lot more. I think that there would be a lot happier babies out there if all babies were sling trained. To this day, if she gets cranky, as a last resort, I will put her in a sling. She will quiet instantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115171164604139999?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115171164604139999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115171164604139999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115171164604139999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115171164604139999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115102699836337169</id><published>2006-06-22T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:43:18.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been spending most of my time trying to the house clean. I have been wondering WHY it seems to be way harder for me than most mothers. While I am trying to keep the house clean, Lil Bit is tearing it up. Then in frustration I hit the computer, or my knitting, and Lil bit tries to take my "toy" away from me. At night, she would be totally screaming till we went for her walk, and then until I got her bath together.  This clearly isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I realized something. I had read an article that said if you are saying "no" more than you are giving hugs, you need to re evaluate your parenting style. So, I gave in. I figured that I would be happier playing on the floor with Lil Bit, and at least she wouldn't tear up the house while I was playing with her.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? The house is cleaner than it usually is, and both me and my darling girl are happier. It is her bath time, and not only is she NOT screaming, but she is typing happily on HER keyboard, while I am typing this on mine. I guess sometimes you do have to just give in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115102699836337169?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115102699836337169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115102699836337169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115102699836337169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115102699836337169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/lately-i-have-been-spending-most-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115077907348641691</id><published>2006-06-19T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:51:13.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Swimmingly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil bit loves Baths and LOVES the water. Here are some pics taken for your enjoyment of her playing with her lil pool:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/DSCI0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lil Bit loves her tiny pool, she loves to help fill it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lil bit getting ready to splash over the side of the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You will notice that I have no pictures of her IN the pool. For some reason this time, she spent most of her time running through it really fast and then going back to splashing on the sides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115077907348641691?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115077907348641691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115077907348641691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115077907348641691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115077907348641691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-swimmingly.html' title='Just Swimmingly'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-115031950244755953</id><published>2006-06-14T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:11:42.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof of knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof That I HAVE been Knitting.&lt;br /&gt;Slippers (the green yarn is proud) a dish rag, and the start of a tote for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, this isn't all that impressive, and I could have had a sweater by now.. But small quick projects make me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;I plan on making a Jacket or two for Lil bit... But beyond that, no big plans for anything big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-115031950244755953?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/115031950244755953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=115031950244755953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115031950244755953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/115031950244755953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/proof-of-knitting.html' title='Proof of knitting'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114986128709791860</id><published>2006-06-09T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:54:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No photo's today. We just upgraded the operating system on the computer, and I need to figure how to get everything straight again. (we were still operating with Window's ME)&lt;br /&gt;Highlights: Lil Bit and I went to a free Shakespeare play. (no pics were allowed) Lil bit liked the outdoors, etc, and liked our picnic. She kept me hopping, and I was unable to really concentrate on the play (Julius Cesar) .&lt;br /&gt;Lil bit likes her new pool, but go figure, she loves baths.&lt;br /&gt;Question for moms: how old can I start thinking about potty training? I know Lil Bit is kind of young, but she is taking her own diapers off. I don't know that I will be able to keep a diaper on her, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114986128709791860?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114986128709791860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114986128709791860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114986128709791860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114986128709791860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-photos-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114917834439530862</id><published>2006-06-01T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:12:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren Faire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/Harpist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/Harpist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Ren Faire on Memorial Day. Hubby's knee is still messed up, and pushing the stroller on gravel wore me out. We had to take it slow, but we still had a great time. It seems as if when you stop and sit in one place, everyone else eventually comes to you!&lt;br /&gt;This was Lil Bit's first Ren Faire. Last year it was too hot, and she was too little. We just can't travel to out of town Ren Faires right now, so this was our first chance to take her. Again, I think she looked upon it as a really long walk. Oh well, she likes walks ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ren Faires and Sci Fi cons are like big reunions to us. There are people that we only see at events. Also we get to know the vendors. Here is the stand of the lady who bailed us out two weeks before the wedding when our bride's maids' dresses didn't come &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/The%20Scott%27s%20Dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Lil bit being a cranky baby because it is time to go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/400/Cranky%20Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It does show her wee little tunic off, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it is time for me to go, have a great day!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114917834439530862?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114917834439530862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114917834439530862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114917834439530862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114917834439530862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/06/ren-faire.html' title='Ren Faire'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114912219497317877</id><published>2006-05-31T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:36:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to yarn</title><content type='html'>Is it a sign of illness when your yarn is talking to you? How about when the yarn wins an argument with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: Fuzzy green yarn, what do you want to be when you grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy green yarn: (proudly) SLIPPERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa (with a sigh) but I would have to swatch. You sure you don't want to be a scarf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGY: SLIPPERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: Lets try a multi directional scarf... You are variegated.. Should look nice (&lt;a href="http://douma.net/Karen/knitting/Accessory-Scarves/Multidirectional_Diagonal_Scarf.htm"&gt;http://douma.net/Karen/knitting/Accessory-Scarves/Multidirectional_Diagonal_Scarf.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGY: See! I don't have stitch definition, and the variegation isn't enough to pull the scarf off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: You just need help... Lets try the white yarn like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGY: Nope, don't want to work with the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: How about the purple like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGY: Kinda like that! Looks like a bruise! Perfect for someone recovering from an illness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: *Rips out in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, after several false starts, today we started on slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.bevscountrycottage.com/maggieslippers.html"&gt;http://www.bevscountrycottage.com/maggieslippers.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will post about the Ren Faire on Monday later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114912219497317877?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114912219497317877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114912219497317877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114912219497317877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114912219497317877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/05/talking-to-yarn.html' title='Talking to yarn'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114869643692177268</id><published>2006-05-26T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:23:30.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, Tigers and Bears.. OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/baby%20and%20bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/baby%20and%20bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil bit and I went to the zoo today with friends. I honestly think that she looked upon it as a very long walk. Unless the animals were up close and personal, she pretty much ignored them. The exceptions were in the Children's zoo, where you could pet some of the animals. She tried to grab at a lorakeet that a friend was feeding, and she tried to chase after a goat. All in all, not a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking we need more outings, she seemed quite content to ride in her stroller, and eat Cheerios out of the cup holder. As the day got hotter, she would ask for more and more water, but hey, go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114869643692177268?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114869643692177268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114869643692177268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114869643692177268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114869643692177268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/05/lions-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions, Tigers and Bears.. OH MY!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114852454812328386</id><published>2006-05-24T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:35:48.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the knitting?</title><content type='html'>You are  most likely wondering where the knitting is, given the address, and the description of my blog. Well, I have a confession to make. At this time, the only knitting I have been doing is this: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/DSCI0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those of you that don't knit are shrugging their shoulders, those who do knit are most like likely yelling "MUPPET PELT" at the top of their lungs. When I am overwhelmed, stressed out, or undecided about my next project, I like to do a quick and easy knit to relax me. I honestly do not know what I am going to do next. I don't have much time to knit lately, and and am a slow knitter anyhow. So instant gratification is right up my alley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will dig up some FOs so that you can see that I am in fact past the muppet pelt stage... oh, here is one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/ruffles.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruffles from Scarf Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beyond this one short row scarf, you will have to take my word for it until I can round up the Fo's and have a photo shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two disposable cameras full of pics from Japan are being developed. Who knows when I actually pick them up though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114852454812328386?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114852454812328386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114852454812328386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114852454812328386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114852454812328386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheres-knitting.html' title='Where&apos;s the knitting?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114826691761102995</id><published>2006-05-21T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:02:22.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your price?  When does the price not matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/1600/Picture%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/200/Picture%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work, I picked up a few things. The budget is tight, so some items I buy store brand. We needed bathroom soap. I saw that they had the foaming kind. SCORE!! Love the foaming kind. I am such a little kid. Then I saw the price was over $3, and the store brand for the normal hand soap was on sale for 91 cents. *pout* Couldn't help it, bought the foaming kind. Which brings me to a question. When does the price not matter? What are the little perks in life you are willing to spend a little more for?&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, what is your price? Let me explain with a confession. Anyone who knows me, I don't eat pork. With a few exceptions (mostly unknowing) I haven't touched it in 13 years. When in Japan, I ate it with a smile on my face. What gives? Well, it seems that my price isn't money, it is a little 89 year old grandma who doesn't speak English, ordering delivery for everyone as soon as they got there. Just couldn't say no to that, or refuse to eat it. Is there something you just won't do? What would it take to get you to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how about it? What is your price? When does the price not matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114826691761102995?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114826691761102995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114826691761102995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114826691761102995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114826691761102995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-your-price-when-does-price-not.html' title='What&apos;s your price?  When does the price not matter?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28306553.post-114793032998867774</id><published>2006-05-18T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:10:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee Bit and I got home in one peice. The wedding was wonderful. Very simple with mostly modern touches. During the reception the bride and groom were led out of the room, and come back dressed in traditional kimonos. I really wish that we could have stayed a bit longer, I would have liked to seen more, and spent more time with Hubby's family. Wee bit deserves a medal for what a good baby she was. Pictures? Well, I didn't take the digital, and I am horible with getting film diveloped. I should have them done by June.&lt;br /&gt;I gave out hand knitted projects as presents to Hubby's grandmother and aunts. No pics of them at all, sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;LOL, sorry, what a horrible blogger I am going to be! Will do better later, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the pic of the presents given to me by family helps a little bit. Ignore the automatic time stamp on the pic, it is wrong. I have now fixed the camera, but can't figure how to change the pic out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6479/2108/320/Japan%20Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Towel from Hubby's grandmother, scarf and fan from his aunts, and chopsticks from me, because I learned how to use them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28306553-114793032998867774?l=ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/feeds/114793032998867774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28306553&amp;postID=114793032998867774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114793032998867774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28306553/posts/default/114793032998867774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ye-olde-knit-blogge.blogspot.com/2006/05/wee-bit-and-i-got-home-in-one-peice.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822203924980569965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
